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Pushing open the wooden door and looking at the rows of fine wines in the cellar, Chan'er furrowed her brows, feeling a sense of unease. Her master was already drunk beyond measure, and the way the three men looked at her...
At this thought, a chill ran through Chan'er, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She tightened her clothing, revealing a sorrowful expression on her face. As a maid, although her master Fang Chen treated her well, Chan'er knew very well that she held no real status.
"Master!" Recalling previous scenes, Chan'er suddenly felt her pupils constrict. She was aware of the character of Fang Haoyun and the other two; their intentions had been clear from the start, and now her master was completely intoxicated.
No, I need to keep an eye on things.
With this thought in mind, Chan'er quickly grabbed two jars of wine and prepared to leave the cellar.
Just then.
Creak—
The tightly shut wooden door was opened again!
"Young Master Yiming!" The two jars of wine in her hands clattered to the ground as she looked at the figure that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cellar. Chan'er felt a shock in her heart and instinctively took several steps back.
"Chan'er, my dear..." Fang Yiming's face was flushed, his eyes filled with raw lust as he extended his tongue to lick his dry lips. Burping from the alcohol, he stepped closer to Chan'er, his desire becoming more pronounced!
"Don't come any closer!" Chan'er shouted in fear.
At this point, she could no longer deny what Fang Yiming intended to do. Fear gripped her heart even more tightly as she trembled and leaned back. However, the cellar was not large, and soon there was nowhere left for Chan'er to retreat; her back hit the wall, leaving her pale and bloodless.
"Hehe..." Fang Yiming chuckled lewdly as he lunged toward Chan'er.
Just then, a sudden rush of wind sounded behind Fang Yiming as something came hurtling toward him!
After all, as a martial artist at the fifth level of the Body Refinement Realm, although Fang Yiming was caught off guard, his reaction was not slow. His body, which was originally lunging towards Chan'er, twisted in mid-air, and then Ling Kong kicked out.
Bang!
With one kick, he sent the shadow flying away. Only then did Fang Yiming clearly see what had just been thrown at him. However, this sight made Fang Yiming, who was previously dazed, suddenly snap back to reality.
It was a bloodied figure, covered in splinters of wood, with no breath left. Although many parts of the face were disfigured and the clothes were torn, Fang Yiming quickly recognized that this was Wang Wuzhou!
Wasn't he fine just a moment ago? How could Wang Wuzhou be dead so soon after he had just come out? Who did this?!
Fang Yiming's heart sank. His previous lustful thoughts instantly turned into shock and anger. At that moment, he raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the wine cellar.
"Fang Chen!" Fang Yiming's pupils constricted as he focused intently on the figure being dragged behind Fang Chen—Fang Haoyun!
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
"Brother Chen, what are you doing?" Fang Yiming forced a smile onto his face while subtly moving closer to Chan'er behind him.
"If you move again, I can guarantee you will end up like them," Fang Chen said coldly. The chilling indifference in his voice made Fang Yiming's body stiffen suddenly.
"This must be some misunderstanding. Brother Chen, please don't act impulsively," Fang Yiming said with a somewhat pale face.
The gruesome sight of Wang Wuzhou and Fang Haoyun made him wary of this cousin who appeared to be only at the fourth level of the Body Refinement Realm.
"Misunderstanding?" Looking at Chan'er behind Fang Yiming, whose face had turned pale, a cold glint flashed in Fang Chen's dark eyes. "Is that so?"
Like a ghost, at the moment he said "so," Fang Chen casually discarded Fang Haoyun aside and appeared next to Fang Yiming. The hand that had been reaching towards Chan'er froze in mid-air.
A pale hand pressed against Fang Yiming's back. Streams of Frenzy Qi Energy surged from Fang Chen's palm into Fang Yiming's body, wildly destroying his internal meridians.
Withdrawing his hand, Fang Chen no longer glanced at Fang Yiming. He turned around and gently helped Chan'er, who was half-squatting in the corner and still trembling, saying apologetically, "I’m late."
After all, she was just a young girl who had not experienced much. Although nothing had actually happened, she was still quite frightened by Fang Yiming's sudden outburst.
Casting a cold glance at Fang Yiming, whose face was turning increasingly red, Fang Chen frowned and quickly led Chan'er away from him.
Just as Fang Chen and Chan'er left, Fang Yiming suddenly widened his eyes in shock, his body convulsing violently as blood splattered from him in an instant. His body then collapsed limply into the pool of blood, breathless.
"Ah!" The scene before her made Chan'er tremble again. The coldness in her palm caused Fang Chen to frown slightly. "Chan'er, don’t feel pity. For such evil people, we must use even more ruthless means. Keeping them alive will only harm more people."
"But..." Chan'er hesitated. Although she knew Fang Chen was right, seeing such bloodshed for the first time made her feel somewhat resistant.
"I ask you, how long are you going to pretend to be faint?" At that moment, Fang Chen suddenly spoke calmly.
As soon as the words were spoken, Fang Haoyun, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly jumped up and without a word began to flee frantically.
"Is it useful?" Fang Chen sneered, his face filled with cold killing intent. He reached down and picked up an iron rod lying nearby, then hurled it fiercely at Fang Haoyun.
Though it was just an iron rod, it tore through the air like a sharp arrow, producing a piercing sound as it swiftly approached Fang Haoyun from behind.
Crack!
A clear sound of bones breaking echoed as Fang Haoyun froze in place just as he reached the bow of the boat and was about to jump off. A rod as thick as his wrist pierced through his chest from behind, life draining away rapidly with the blood flowing from him...
Splash—
Fang Haoyun fell into the river.
Thus, Fang Haoyun, Fang Yiming, and Wang Wuzhou all met their demise!
Watching a small cluster of blood flowers drifting above the Cloud Dragon River Noodles, Fang Chen's expression remained calm as he murmured to himself, "The same game, the same players, but unfortunately this time it is you who will die."
"Young Master, you should leave quickly and get away from Fengyan City," Chan'er, who had already recovered, said urgently to Fang Chen as she gazed at the vast expanse of Cloud Dragon River Noodles, seemingly recalling something.
Although Fang Chen was the only heir of the Fang Family's main branch and the sole son of Fang Qingshan, making him quite distinguished, the news of him killing two clan brothers along with Wang Wuzhou from the Wang family would put him in extreme danger. Even Fang Qingshan might not be able to protect him.
However...
Fang Chen smiled lightly, showing no signs of panic.
In his previous life, he knew that Fang Haoyun, Fang Yiming, and Wang Wuzhou had made ample preparations for this betrayal. They had even arranged their outing by boat in such secrecy that hardly anyone knew about it. Even the massive gambling debt that Fang Chen owed them was only revealed long after this incident had settled down.
With no clues left behind, there was nothing to investigate; one could only silently accept the blame. In fact, aside from himself, no one would even know who had orchestrated the attack. This was how Fang Haoyun and the others dealt with Fang Chen in his past life. But this time, it was destined to serve only to benefit Fang Chen.
With one hand each, he tossed Wang Wuzhou and Fang Yiming's bodies into the river. Fang Chen clapped his hands and looked at the vast Cloud Dragon River Noodles, smiling as he said:
"Without witnesses to testify, how wonderful."
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