Escape from the Nie Family

Shirley was dead!

Her mutilated corpse lay motionless in the darkness of the night.

The assassins from Heaven—Spear, White Rhino, and the others—wore expressions of utter despair.

If even Shirley couldn’t escape death, what hope did they have?

Nie Chengwen!

Spear, the SS-rank assassin, glared with venomous hatred.

Another SS-rank, White Rhino, gritted his teeth as he stared at Shirley’s body on the ground. "The organization won’t let you get away with this!"

Boss Nie replied leisurely, "Gag them."

"Boss Nie, what should we do with these people?"

A security guard dressed as a martial artist asked cautiously.

Boss Nie answered indifferently, "Kill them all. Pack their heads in gift boxes—make sure they’re nicely decorated. The leader of Heaven is celebrating his birthday soon, isn’t he? I’ll send him a congratulatory gift."

"Yes."

The martial artist’s voice trembled, a chill running down his spine.

He had never met someone so ruthless.

That woman had been carrying his child!

And he hadn’t even blinked when the bullet struck her!

Behind a flowerbed not far away,

Nie Qinglan crouched low, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

She bit down hard on her sleeve, afraid to make even the slightest sound.

She couldn’t believe that this cruel man was her biological father.

How could he be so heartless?

Then what did that make her—his daughter—to him?

Roar!

A beast’s furious howl echoed through the underground warehouse, throwing everything into chaos.

Boom!

The ground split apart.

A vine lashed out first, whipping through the air.

Then, a massive wolf charged forward.

Followed by a fiery steed.

A goat. A fox. Even a sprinting pumpkin.

The scene was no less terrifying than a parade of ghosts—enough to make anyone’s hair stand on end.

A creature wrapped in vines, vaguely humanoid, swung its massive tendrils at Boss Nie.

"Boss, watch out!"

Two bodyguards tried to rush forward, but in that split second, there was no time to intervene.

Sizzle!

Boss Nie remained unmoved, his body shrouded in a dark glow.

The vine struck—but before it could even touch him, it disintegrated, torn apart and consumed.

Screech!

The vine creature let out a piercing shriek of pain.

In the next instant, Boss Nie appeared behind it, his hand resting on its head.

Black smoke billowed, dark energy flickering.

The vine creature let out an agonized scream, its tendrils thrashing wildly.

Soon, its head was corroded away—completely dissolved.

With a dull thud, the creature collapsed, its body now a withered husk.

A massive wolf lunged silently, aiming for Boss Nie’s neck.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The wolf’s head exploded, a gaping hole blown through it before it crumpled to the ground.

The rampaging beasts froze in shock at the sight, abandoning their assault and scattering in a frenzied retreat.

The security guards moved swiftly, rounding up the creatures.

Within moments, the situation was under control.

Boss Nie holstered his gun and said calmly, "Where’s Master Li?"

"No sign of him."

A martial artist disguised as a guard answered nervously.

"Send more men to capture him. Then execute him." Boss Nie waved a hand dismissively.

"Yes!"

The martial artist swallowed hard.

A Void Realm martial artist!

The former abbot of Lantuo Temple—who the hell could drag him back?

Boss Nie crouched down, rummaging through Shirley’s corpse until he found a small box.

He opened it, his expression darkening.

It was empty.

Not a single vial of the serum remained.

"The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman profits."

Was there another player behind the scenes?

Boss Nie’s face twisted in displeasure.

Who dared scheme under his very nose?

Suddenly, realization struck him.

An Yi.

Boss Nie narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.

"Old master, cheer up. You just did a good deed."

An Yi slung an arm around the old monk’s shoulders, speaking warmly. "Look at all those beasts you just freed—those are lives saved. Saving one life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. You’ve practically built a skyscraper of merit."

The old monk sighed, his one remaining eye glaring at this bastard.

If not for the sword pressed against his neck earlier, he would never have unlocked the cages.

"Why the hell is this underground warehouse built like a maze?"

Hongtian trailed behind them, grumbling.

An Yi clicked his tongue in admiration. "This place is seriously tight on security, and the layout’s a mess. If not for the master’s compassionate heart and willingness to help, we’d never have made it out."

The old monk forced a bitter smile, staying silent.

If he weren’t tied up right now, he’d have smashed this little shit’s legs already.

Outside, the night breeze was cool, the sky dotted with stars.

An Yi stepped out, realizing they were in a parking garage—and there, unmistakable, was his unlicensed Wuling minivan.

"Alright, let’s go. Thanks, old master. See you around."

An Yi tugged on the leash, leading Hongtian toward the van.

Tonight hadn’t been a total loss.

With his nimble fingers, he’d swiped a row of vials from Shirley. He wasn’t sure what they were, but the system had flagged them—so they had to be valuable.

Too bad the description was just a question mark.

"An benefactor, wait a moment!"

The old monk hurried after them, pleading, "Could you take me with you?"

An Yi hesitated. "Old master, we’re a young team. You’re a bit… seasoned."

The old monk said earnestly, "I can guard your gate."

"Hop in, master!"

Hongtian eagerly ushered him in.

If someone else could watch the door, then he—the dog—would finally be free.

"Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger."

An Yi frowned, sensing an ominous presence not far away.

He moved to the driver’s seat, about to open the door—

When a petite figure suddenly rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms.

"Q-Qinglan?"

An Yi stared in disbelief at Nie Qinglan.

It was three in the morning—what was she doing here?

"An Yi, take me away. I can’t stay in this house for another second."

Nie Qinglan buried her face in his chest, sobbing quietly.

Feeling her tremble, An Yi gently stroked her back. "Alright. Get in. We’re leaving now."

The minivan roared out of the parking garage, picking up speed.

Like a bolt of lightning, it tore through the night, racing toward Jiangbei City.

Nie Qinglan sat in the passenger seat, still shaken, her delicate frame trembling.

Then, An Yi’s phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, he raised an eyebrow—but answered anyway.

A deep, icy voice came through.

"Hello, An Yi. This is your Uncle Nie."