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Midnight, twelve o'clock.
In the dim and damp basement, the only two windows are boarded up, and the door is tightly shut. The sound of something rolling, like marbles, echoes from the ceiling—one roll, then another—making it particularly jarring in this nearly silent room.
A strong stench of blood permeates this airtight environment, causing nausea that churns the stomach.
In the darkness, there is a faint sound of breathing, as if right beside him.
1, 2, 3,
It seems someone is counting silently. The voice is weak; after each number, there is a pause of several minutes, as if each breath pulls at the lungs with excruciating pain.
After regaining composure, the counting continues.
The owner of the voice seems to possess an almost mad obsession.
8, 9,…
A key is inserted into the lock, turning and turning again.
His lips move but do not utter the number 10.
With a loud bang, the door is kicked open from the outside, and a beam of light shoots in.
Having not seen light for so long, his eyes are accustomed to darkness; this intense light makes it impossible for him to open them.
Footsteps approach from afar, growing louder and more imposing.
He struggles to open his eyes; through the remaining light in his pupils, he catches sight of a group of people standing before him, with the leader dressed entirely in black.
He could not see the face of the person who had arrived.
He only noticed that as the person slightly raised a hand to gesture, all the white woven lights in the room were instantly turned on, illuminating the basement as bright as day.
Finally, he could see clearly.
Qin Xian had a stunningly beautiful smile at the corner of his mouth, enchanting and captivating, yet there was a cold and ruthless glint hidden in his eyes, ready to strike at any moment.
Behind him stood a group of people, respectfully motionless, their expressions serious, waiting for his orders.
He smiled in despair and bitterness.
In fact, he had already guessed it.
He had instructed Zhang Di to sow discord between him and Qin Xian, then lured him into stealing important documents from the Qin Family. The plan was intricately linked and meticulously crafted; he thought it was foolproof.
But in the final step, just one step away, he would have successfully obtained the leverage to turn his fortunes around.
Unfortunately.
Qin Xian seemed to have known about this plan long ago. He cast a long line, allowing them from the Xu Family to mistakenly believe success was within reach. At the last moment, he suddenly pulled back, directly reeling in everyone involved in this scheme.
At that moment, he realized what his fate would be.
In this battle, failure meant utter destruction.
Yet he was unwilling; he could not accept that the Xu Family would simply disappear, living in obscurity and surviving day by day in a miserable existence.
He, Second Young Master Xu, once held a prominent position in S City, spending money freely and indulging in pleasures without a care.
To this day, how did it come to this?
He was unwilling to accept it.
So when Zhang Di was reported, the remaining members of the Xu Family helped him hide and advised him not to leave S City, insisting that he must preserve the last breath of the Xu Family.
Then, they scattered to divert the attention of the Qin Family.
But it was already too late.
One, two, three.
By yesterday, the last person who had sent him a warning, Old Butler Xu, told him with a weary expression, "Second Young Master, hurry and leave. Go as far as you can and never come back. The Xu Family can no longer be saved. Living is better than anything else. Just go."
However, how could he possibly escape?
Early this morning, he boarded a ferry to G City with a ticket bought by someone else. Just as he got on the boat and hadn't even sat down, he was struck from behind and lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found himself here.
His hands and feet were bound with ropes to prevent him from escaping, and chains were even attached to his ankles—an utter humiliation.
A morning filled with beatings and various brutal acts had taken place.
Now his body was covered in wounds, not a single part unscathed; even breathing was difficult.
The ground was soaked with blood, which had now dried up.
He raised his eyes to look at him; until this moment, there was still stubborn pride and defiance in his gaze.
Qin Xian smiled, clearly embodying the posture of a victor, eagerly appreciating the final resistance of his prey.
"Xu Second Young Master, how is it? Are you enjoying this fishing game?"
He spoke casually, as if inquiring about the weather.
Yet, the aura of slaughter emanating from him was unrestrained.
"Hah, if you're going to kill me, just do it quickly. There's no need for all this nonsense." Xu Zhouyan forced out these words, but the movement tugged at his wounds, nearly taking his breath away.
"Let you die now?" Qin Xian countered. "No, this deal isn't worth it."
Qin Xian slowly walked in front of him, a lazy expression on his exquisite face, looking down at Xu Zhouyan's bloodied face with an arrogant attitude. "That would be too cheap for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and gave a glance.
Chen Jin immediately understood and stepped back.
In less than a few minutes, he returned, but this time he was escorting someone.
Xu Zhouyan followed his gaze and froze in shock.
The person was none other than Old Butler Xu, who had informed him of the situation.
Old Butler Xu was over fifty years old, his hair already gray. Upon seeing Xu Zhouyan from a distance, his heart sank instantly, filled with extreme pain.
He collapsed to the ground, despairingly crying out to the sky, "This is all fate! This is all fate!"
Chen Jin, however, showed no sympathy and roughly pulled him up, waiting for Qin Xian's next command.
Qin Xian was in high spirits, waving his hand, deciding life and death with every gesture.
Chen Jin received the order and suddenly pulled out a gun, moving quickly and decisively.
The gun was aimed directly at Old Butler Xu.
The latter broke out in a cold sweat, his face filled with terror.
“Qin Xian!”
Xu Zhouyan suddenly shouted, followed by a mouthful of blood spilling out.
“Hmm?” Qin Xian raised an eyebrow.
“I... I beg you, I was wrong…”
“I shouldn’t have done this… I was wrong…”
“Spare him, whatever you want, come at me…”
“Spare him…”
Ignoring the intense pain in his insides, Xu Zhouyan abandoned his pride and humbly pleaded.
“I... beg you.”
However, Qin Xian paid no attention; he watched Xu Zhouyan’s pleading expression with great interest.
Beside him, Chen Jin did not receive any command to stop, his expression indifferent.
Pull the trigger.
"Bang!"
Accompanying the gunshot was a desperate roar.
"No!"
Xu Zhouyan watched helplessly as the old butler, who had accompanied him throughout his childhood, lay in a pool of blood.
Overwhelmed with grief, he cried uncontrollably.
He seemed to go mad, desperately trying to break free from his restraints, but it was futile.
Stimulated beyond measure, his eyes turned red as he suddenly shouted, "Qin Xian, you deserve this! You deserve it! You deserve to die a terrible death!"
In just a second, Qin Xian was furious.
The killing intent, ruthlessness, and rage surged within him all at once.
He turned around, laughing in anger.
"What did you say?"
His tone was slow, each word dripping with coldness.
Xu Zhouyan was stunned by his gaze. When he came to his senses, he realized the magnitude of his mistake, but it was already too late.
His face gradually darkened.
Chen Jin immediately ordered everyone to step back.
He stood at the door, waiting quietly.
All he could hear was the sound of fists striking and muffled groans from inside.
After a few minutes, the noise stopped.
Chen Jin then opened the door and entered.
Qin Xian happened to walk out, expressionless.
His hands were covered in blood.
Chen Jin respectfully bent slightly as he waited for him to pass.
From a distance, he glanced inside.
All he saw was Xu Zhouyan, bloodied and unrecognizable, lifeless and pitiful.
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