99: Dark Raven

Night fell.

Fat Nine's establishment was terrifyingly quiet; the usual lively sounds of card games had completely vanished.

The silence and tonight's full moon seemed to hint at something.

Ling Xian sat on a stool in Fat Nine's place, rhythmically swinging his legs. The creaking sound echoed through the air as Fat Nine knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to look up.

Ling Xian looked down at Fat Nine from above.

That gaze made Fat Nine shiver; his skin crawled, and cold sweat poured down his face.

"Quite the guts you have, don't you?"

Hearing this with his head lowered, Fat Nine's bruised and swollen pig-like face shook frantically. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare! I really didn't know that was Young Master Ling's company."

"If I had known it was Young Master Ling's company, I wouldn't have dared to take the money and make a move even if it killed me."

"Are you saying someone gave you a million to make a move against my Ling Corporation?"

Upon hearing this, Fat Nine's lowered head bobbed like a chicken pecking at grain, nodding repeatedly.

"That's right, Young Master Ling. I can hand over that million! I only beg Young Master Ling to spare my life!"

Ling Xian didn't believe a single word of this.

In the original plot, Fat Nine was Xu Feng's confidant. If it weren't for Xu Feng's instructions, how could a coward like Fat Nine ever dare to touch Ling Corporation or Wu Yueyue?

"Since you don't want to tell the truth, then we'll force it out of you!"

As the words fell, one of the men dressed in black with black masks stepped forward and pinned down Fat Nine's right wrist.

Clang!

A sharp dagger appeared, looking as if it would sever Fat Nine's fingers in the next instant.

These men in black and black masks were Ling Xian's private secret guards, the Dark Crow!

That's right, they were Ling Xian's secret guards, not the Ling Family's.

It was true that the Ling Family's secret guards were strong and loyal, but as he climbed higher in the future, he would need his own people and his own foundation.

Dark Crow had been born a year ago because of this, but Ling Xian had only invested in their training and almost never used them.

Now, Ling Xian had found the person to lead Dark Crow: Mo Xueer!

He let her manage everything regarding Dark Crow, and the organization officially took shape.

"Young Master Ling! Young Master Ling! Spare my life! It was Xu Feng... Xu Feng told me to harass you."

"He gave me money and told me to find ways to annoy you."

"Any way at all would do."

"He's currently staying at a hotel right next to the Fang Family!"

Fat Nine was truly terrified. Feeling the chill from the dagger, he knew these people really would cut off his fingers.

"Xueer, handle it as you see fit," Ling Xian said flatly before turning to leave.

As he walked out the door, he could faintly hear Fat Nine's wails.

"Ah!" Fat Nine fainted from the pain, only to be beaten awake again.

Over and over, he begged for death but could not find it!

Looking at these men in black now, Fat Nine had no more hatred in his heart; he didn't even dare to feel it. Only fear enveloped his entire body.

Only now did he understand how massive the gap was between a small-time thug like him and the figures standing at the top!

Just his subordinates were this formidable. "Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Fat Nine gasped for air. For the first time, he realized that beyond money, life itself was precious.

"Young Master, it's settled." Mo Xueer walked out, her face cold, as if skinning and deboning someone was just a trivial matter.

This was normal. As Poker A, Mo Xueer had worked for the Poker Organization overseas, living a life on the edge of a blade and becoming accustomed to slaughter.

Perhaps such scenes were commonplace to her.

"Don't be so stiff, give me a smile. I even handed Dark Crow over to you; that's treatment even Ling Wu doesn't get," Ling Xian joked, but then his tone shifted. "Though, you've done quite well, actually breaking through to Grandmaster with my help."

Mo Xueer's talent was good, but she had been held back by the Serum.

She was only at the Fourth Stage last time, and in less than half a year, she had broken through to Grandmaster.

Even Ling Wu couldn't match that cultivation speed; probably only Wu Poshan could.

"It seems I'll have to give Ling Wu more resources in the future."

"Heehee~ Thank you, Young Master!" Mo Xueer gave a somewhat stiff smile before returning to her calm demeanor.

"Forget it, I can see you really don't want to smile. This smile is uglier than crying..." Ling Xian covered his face, caught between laughter and tears.

Before he could finish, Mo Xueer suddenly spoke up in gratitude, "Thank you, Young Master, for killing those people from the Poker Organization."

"Ah, what did you say? I can't hear you." Ling Xian deliberately feigned deafness. "Alright, your gratitude is so empty. Tonight, I'll satisfy what you want."

Hearing this, Mo Xueer's face turned red, and she lowered her head in silence.

The cold assassin queen from a moment ago had now turned into a shy little woman.

"Clean up this Fat Nine; don't let me see him ever again." The reason Ling Xian dealt with him so seriously this time was entirely the result of Fat Nine's own actions.

If he hadn't thought about touching Wu Yueyue, Ling Xian would have just given him a quick end; he wouldn't have tortured him for so long.

But if he hadn't taught Wu Yueyue martial arts in advance and hadn't had Wu Poshan protect her, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"I really did underestimate Xu Feng. Although his cultivation isn't high, he has quite a few friends among the riffraff," Ling Xian sighed. "Unfortunately, they're all just a motley crew!"

"Xueer, take care of everyone on this list. Don't give them a chance to catch their breath!" Ling Xian pulled out a list.

Back in the villa's bedroom.

Mo Xueer followed Ling Xian inside, holding a mysterious bag.

"Hubby~ come on!" Mo Xueer took the initiative to step forward and opened the bag to reveal all sorts of props.

Good heavens, even Ling Xian was a bit surprised.

Whips, candles... everything was there.

"Come on!" Ling Xian took off his shirt and pulled back the covers, preparing to lie on the bed.

However, to his surprise, Wu Yueyue was actually hiding under his covers.

"Ahem~ Good evening, Brother Ling Xian~" Wu Yueyue was a bit embarrassed; she hadn't expected someone to compete with her for Brother Ling Xian tonight.

And the other party was actually using unscrupulous means to win his favor—what was all that stuff in the bag?

"Brother Ling Xian, actually, I can do it too~" Wu Yueyue said softly, lowering her head with a red face.

"This..." Ling Xian was in a bit of a difficult position. He was going to spar with Mo Xueer; what could a First-stage Martial Artist do?

"Young Master, let's do it together. She can help share the pressure!" Mo Xueer said softly with a smile on her lips.

"Great~ Brother Ling Xian, Sister Xueer agreed." Wu Yueyue was happy; she had finally gotten her wish today.

After a moment of hesitation, Ling Xian agreed.

Originally, he was worried that Wu Yueyue's combat strength was too weak and would affect his performance, but with Mo Xueer there to help look after her, it wouldn't be a problem.

"The two of us working together will surely make you retreat in defeat!" Mo Xueer was full of fighting spirit, her beautiful eyes burning as she took out her weapon.

[Ding! Mo Xueer's emotions are soaring! villain points +333*9!]

[Ding! daughter of destiny Wu Yueyue is so excited she fainted! villain points +666!]

[Ding! Mo Xueer notices Wu Yueyue's abnormality and feels a sense of crisis. villain points +333*6!]

"Yueyue, are you okay? Uh..."

"I'm fine, Sister Xueer, I can still fight! Uh..."

"Together we will surely defeat the Great Demon King Ling Xian! Uh..."

"..."

"So weak?" Seeing that Wu Yueyue had already been defeated, Mo Xueer was a bit surprised, finding that she was even less durable than Chi Taohua. "What a liability of a teammate! Ahhh, come on, I'm not afraid of you, Ling Xian!"