"Big bro, we don't know who it was..."
Scarface Man was speaking when he noticed the pitch-black barrel of a gun now aimed directly at his head. His voice faltered, "But... I have a rough idea. If I had to guess, it’s probably Feng Jian from the Feng Family."
Xu Mu frowned. He had initially suspected the Dai Family, but it turned out to be Feng Jian.
Still, he wasn’t foolish enough to take someone’s word at face value. He stepped closer to Scarface Man. "Did they pay you yet?"
"Not yet, just the deposit."
"Call them. Tell them you’ve completed the job."
Xu Mu kept the gun trained on Scarface Man’s head as he closed the distance to just a meter away.
Trembling, Scarface Man didn’t dare refuse. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Put it on speaker," Xu Mu reminded.
The moment Scarface Man tapped the speaker button, a voice came through from the other end. "Well?"
"Brother Huang, it’s... done."
Scarface Man glanced fearfully at Xu Mu before continuing cautiously, "All three legs are broken. He’ll never be a man again."
"Good! Send me the photos. I’ll forward them to Young Master Feng. The money will be wired immediately."
The middle-aged man on the other end chuckled. "Ditch the car and lay low out of town for a while."
"Got it."
Scarface Man hung up.
Xu Mu listened quietly, then gave a slight nod. So, it really was Feng Jian.
A cold smirk played on his lips. It seemed it was time for him to act. Did the Feng Family, these insignificant clowns, really think they could mess with him?
Did they still believe he was the same reckless Xu Mu from before?
"Since you’ve been honest, I’ll spare your lives."
With that, Xu Mu holstered his Desert Eagle.
Dealing with the Feng Family was something he could handle alone. But given his current standing, he wouldn’t openly challenge the authorities—yet.
Still, he had a few cards up his sleeve. More than enough to deal with the Feng Family.
Sitting in his car, Xu Mu’s gaze turned icy. He was a man of reciprocity—whatever others did to him, he would return in kind.
If Feng Jian wanted to make a move, then so would he.
"Feng Family, let’s see how long you last."
With a cold smile, Xu Mu drove back toward Jiang City.
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Meanwhile.
Feng Jian and Dai Xiao were in a luxurious private room at a high-end KTV.
Apart from the two of them, the room was filled with women. Some swayed to the music on the screen, while others sat beside Feng Jian and Dai Xiao.
On the table in front of them were bottles of expensive liquor.
"Dai Shao! The guys I hired succeeded!"
Feng Jian checked his phone and leaned in to whisper to Dai Xiao.
"Hahaha! Well done. That little punk Xu Mu—did he really think just because his family has some hot-selling products, he’s untouchable?"
Dai Xiao sneered. "Trying to steal my woman? I’ll turn him into a eunuch!"
Beside Dai Xiao, a young woman pulled out her phone, aiming to snap a picture of the luxury liquor on the table.
But before she could, Dai Xiao backhanded her across the face, snatched the phone, and tossed it into a glass of wine.
"Haven’t you heard? Play all you want, but no photos in the KTV."
Dai Xiao took a drag of his cigarette before flicking the half-smoked Hua Zi into the same glass. "Now drink it."
The young woman clutched her cheek, panic flashing in her eyes.
"Dai Shao, she’s new. She doesn’t know the rules."
An older woman on Dai Xiao’s other side clung to his arm, pressing herself against him.
She then glared at the younger woman. "What are you waiting for? Drink!"
Tears welled in the young woman’s eyes, but she obediently picked up the glass and downed its contents.
Feng Jian watched with narrowed eyes. Dai Xiao really had a way with people.
From what Feng Jian knew, Dai Xiao had been involved in plenty of shady dealings—yet there was never any evidence.
Though a playboy, Dai Xiao’s methods were far from ordinary.
"You’re much more sensible."
Dai Xiao glanced down at the older woman’s chest. "Too bad they’re fake. I prefer the real thing."
His thoughts drifted to Mu Qingying and Xu Ningbing. Those two women—he would have them, no matter what.
---
Just as Xu Mu exited the highway, he spotted several police cars at the toll booth.
The moment they saw his license plate, they signaled for him to pull over.
Xu Mu rolled down the window. "What’s the matter?"
"Step out of the vehicle for inspection!"
A man in his thirties barked the order.
Xu Mu was surprised but complied without protest.
Soon, another police car arrived from the highway. Out stepped Scarface Man and his crew.
Supported by one of his lackeys, Scarface Man pointed at Xu Mu and shouted, "It’s him! He’s the one who beat me up! He’s got a gun!"
Xu Mu blinked, then shook his head with a wry smile. He’d been too merciful.
He never expected they’d actually go to the police. He had to admit—it was a smart move.
"I’m an officer from Yang City. I suspect you’re carrying a lethal weapon. You will submit to a search."
A female officer stepped out of Scarface Man’s car.
She had shoulder-length hair, looked about twenty-five, with delicate features—a high nose bridge and small, cherry-like lips.
Right now, the corners of her mouth curled upward, as if victory was already in her grasp.
Clearly, she was the one who had alerted the Jiang City police to intercept him at the highway exit.
Xu Mu nodded calmly. "I’ll cooperate."
The woman eagerly approached, patting him down thoroughly before frowning. "Open the car doors!"
"Sure."
Xu Mu obliged.
She climbed inside, dismantling every removable part in her search—but found nothing.
Xu Mu smirked. The gun was safely tucked in his storage space. She’d have better luck finding a ghost.
"Officer, I think you’re lacking basic logic. Just looking at that Scarface Man, anyone could tell he’s no saint. Yet you trust him so much you’d accuse me of carrying a weapon?"
Xu Mu shot a cold glance at Scarface Man, who immediately averted his gaze, too afraid to meet his eyes.
If no evidence was found, Scarface Man was done for.
He had gambled on Xu Mu keeping the gun on him—after all, who would just throw away a weapon after using it?
But Xu Mu had indeed left it behind.
Now, with no way to send Xu Mu away, Scarface Man’s own life was at risk.
Desperation set in as his mind raced for a way out.
The female officer glared at Xu Mu before turning her attention back to Scarface Man.
"Hahaha! This officer is adorable. One little lie, and she brings me all these bodyguards!"
Scarface Man suddenly burst into manic laughter, his eyes wild. "Kneel, all of you! I am the First Emperor of Qin!"
The female officer’s expression turned glacial. She grabbed Scarface Man by the collar. "You lied to me?"
"How dare you, lowly servant! Raise your hand against your emperor?" Scarface Man roared. "Guards! Execute her!"
"Boss...?"
His lackeys stood frozen, utterly bewildered.
One moment he was fine—the next, he’d lost his mind.
Only Xu Mu knew that this Scarface Man was a clever one.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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