Don't Blame Xu Mu for Being Ruthless to the Beauty

Gang Qi allows one to expel internal Qi outward, causing harm without physical contact.

Isn’t Du Yan doing exactly that right now?

Despite being several meters away from Zhao Fei, his Qi was already capable of striking him.

"Ah!"

After a moment of shock, Zhao Fei let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Wen, standing nearby, was utterly terrified. If his legs had been unharmed, he would have leaped into the river and fled without hesitation.

"I’ll ask one more time—who sent you?"

Du Yan lowered his head, his expression calm as he gripped the hem of his jacket. "Sometimes I think it’s unfair. Just by wearing this uniform, I can legally kill you."

Zhao Fei broke into a cold sweat.

But it was true—sanitation workers had that authority.

Especially since, as a martial artist, he had just attacked Xu Mu, an ordinary person.

"I… I’m from the Dai Family. My young master, Dai Xiao, ordered me to deal with Xu Mu," Zhao Fei muttered, his head bowed.

Du Yan glanced at Xu Mu and pressed further, "Why target him?"

"Probably because Chen Cai of the Feng Family asked for the favor," Zhao Fei explained. "Originally, Dai Xiao had no intention of touching Xu Mu. But after having dinner with Chen Cai today, I received the order."

Hearing this, Xu Mu’s eyes gradually turned cold.

He had always known Chen Cai was trouble, but he never expected her to go this far.

If that was how she wanted to play, then he wouldn’t hold back either.

He knew exactly where Chen Cai and Dai Xiao often met. It seemed he needed to record a little video and make it public.

"What about you?" Du Yan turned to Zhang Wen.

Terrified by Zhao Fei’s fate, Zhang Wen stammered, "I was just ordered to capture Xu Mu, tie him up, and leave him in a forest outside the city."

"Who gave the order?" Du Yan asked.

"I don’t know. I was contacted through a middleman," Zhang Wen replied.

Du Yan looked at Xu Mu. "Do you want to meet this enemy? If so, you can pretend to be captured and follow him."

Xu Mu thought for a moment, then stared at the two men. "Who planted the tracker on my car?"

"I had someone do it," Zhang Wen admitted, raising his hand.

But inwardly, he was stunned—Xu Mu had known all along.

That meant he had come here deliberately.

Did he know this mid-level sanitation worker?

"Fine. I’ll go with you. Tie me up and take me to the forest outside the city."

Since Xu Mu had nothing else to do, he wanted to see who else was targeting him.

Zhang Wen limped ahead, leading the way.

After a few steps, Xu Mu turned back to Du Yan, who had sat down again and resumed fishing.

"Hey, old man, aren’t you coming with me?"

"No need. His mission isn’t to kill you, after all."

Du Yan yawned and took a swig of beer.

At first, he had only suspected, but after Xu Mu mentioned the tracker, he was sure.

Xu Mu had deliberately lured them here.

Faced with two martial artists chasing him, he hadn’t run to a crowded area—he’d come straight to this deserted suburb.

And earlier, when both men had lunged at him simultaneously, Xu Mu had remained completely unfazed.

This kid… wasn’t ordinary.

"Alright, you’ve got a point."

Xu Mu clasped his hands in a respectful gesture. "Thanks for the help, old man. I’m Xu Mu. Hope we meet again."

With that, he followed Zhang Wen and left.

"I’ll drive," Xu Mu said flatly, eyeing Zhang Wen’s injured leg.

Zhang Wen nodded. Once in the car, he couldn’t help asking, "Aren’t you afraid of the danger?"

Swish!

Suddenly, Zhang Wen’s eyes widened—two silver needles had appeared in his leg.

Before he could process it, Xu Mu had already pulled out the dagger lodged in his thigh.

"You’ll make me bleed out—" Zhang Wen began, then froze in disbelief.

Despite the deep wound, there was no heavy bleeding—just a faint trace of red.

He stared at the needles in his leg.

Had these two tiny things really stopped the bleeding?

"So you’re an expert," Zhang Wen murmured in awe.

But on second thought, it made sense.

If Xu Mu was friends with a mid-level sanitation worker, he couldn’t be ordinary.

"Now, care to tell me the whole story?" Xu Mu said coolly.

"You know about the Death List, right?" Zhang Wen began.

"Of course. Are you a Death List assassin?"

"Me? At my level? Not even close."

Zhang Wen shook his head. "The Death List’s top eighteen killers are elite. Below them, there’s the Hundred Ghosts."

As he spoke, Zhang Wen pulled out his phone and opened an app with a skull icon.

Xu Mu took the phone and examined it. The app was called "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons."

"A killer app?" he said, surprised.

"Exactly. Once registered, you can take jobs. An old client of mine sent me the order through here."

Zhang Wen pointed at the screen. "Tap the chat button."

Xu Mu opened the chat and discovered a conversation between someone and Zhang Wen.

The other party had written down Xu Mu’s license plate number and even provided photos, instructing Zhang Wen to capture him alive.

However, the photos were taken by a surveillance camera, and the key location was none other than the antique market.

An assassin, the antique market—connecting these two things, Xu Mu’s mind immediately conjured up one person: Dai Xingluo.

His expression darkened. Though he knew Dai Xingluo was ruthless, he hadn’t expected her to go this far.

Was she really targeting him just because he refused to join her?

This time, he wanted to see exactly how Dai Xingluo planned to deal with him.

Xu Mu had no qualms about eliminating her. When it came to handling the Dai Family, he had multiple methods at his disposal.

Using Dai Xingluo was merely the simplest one—she wasn’t indispensable to him.

If she was asking for death, then she shouldn’t blame him for being merciless.

...

The chat log included an address. Xu Mu drove to a remote, uninhabited forest on the outskirts.

With Zhang Wen’s help, Xu Mu was tied up with ropes.

After taking photos, Zhang Wen sent them to the employer.

“Alright, you can go now,” Xu Mu said to Zhang Wen. “I’ll say I came here willingly and won’t expose you.”

Zhang Wen looked grateful, bowing respectfully to Xu Mu before limping away.

Leaning against a rock, Xu Mu passed the time by checking his phone.

He wasn’t foolish enough to wait indefinitely—he planned to stay until the afternoon.

If no one showed up by then, he’d leave.

As he scrolled through his phone, he also kept his senses sharp, scanning the surroundings.

Finally, half an hour later, a woman in black casualwear appeared within his perception range.

She wore a hooded jacket, a black face mask, and sunglasses, her features completely concealed.

“Finally here,” Xu Mu muttered.

He slipped his phone away and clasped his hands behind his back, pretending to still be bound.