I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 91

The next morning, the sun shone brightly over Kunlun Mountain, casting golden light across the snow-covered peaks. While Shen Wuxiao basked in his usual carefree lifestyle, and Huang Luoyan spent the night in sleepless despair, making desperate phone calls, a grand ceremony was taking place far away from Zhonghai—at the military base in Kunlun Mountain.

It was an official award ceremony.

Many warriors were honored that day, but only one stood out among them all—Ye Qingfeng.

He wasn’t called to the stage immediately. Before him, four others remained unawarded—his closest and most trusted lieutenants: the Four Guardians—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

Each was not only given a prestigious honor but also a powerful artifact worthy of a fifth-grade master.

Azure Dragon Claw.

White Tiger Dagger.

Vermillion Bird Feather.

Black Tortoise Egg.

After they received their awards, it was finally Ye Qingfeng’s turn.

With all eyes on him, he stepped onto the stage with composure and pride. The sunlight reflected off his figure as he walked to the medal platform, giving him an aura of righteousness and awe.

The officer in charge began reciting his achievements—each one more astounding than the last. Every record, every battle he’d won, was enough to shock the audience. And yet, Ye Qingfeng stood tall and calm, his pride in the five years of sacrifice and bloodshed evident in his expression.

Once the announcer finished reading his honors, it was Ye Qingfeng’s turn to speak.

But instead of giving a grand speech, he lifted a bowl filled with wine, holding it high in the air.

“To the 250 brothers who gave their lives in the Northern Territory,” he shouted.

Then, without hesitation, he poured the wine to the ground.

The warriors below all followed suit.

With a shout, Ye Qingfeng raised the bowl again—and smashed it.

The others smashed theirs too. The sharp shattering echoed across the mountain like thunder.

If someone had played a heroic anthem right then, it would’ve felt like the assembly of the legendary warriors of Liangshan. The scene was that powerful.

And then came the chants—shaking the heavens.

“Mad Dragon God of War!”

The name thundered through the Kunlun Mountains.

Ye Qingfeng’s blood boiled. His smile widened as he prepared to continue speaking—but suddenly, his phone rang.

The ringtone blared loud and clear over the quieted crowd:

♫ “Crazy waves~ Banglang is a kind of gangster, Banglang is a Hubei wild boar, Banglang Banglang, going crazy all the way, browsing all the way, thinking about Yuan Fang all the way…” ♫

Ye Qingfeng felt a bit embarrassed. He hadn’t had a chance to change his ringtone since getting his belongings back. Still, he answered the call.

“Hello—”

But before he could finish, a panicked, sobbing voice burst through the speaker.

“You finally answered! Tuantuan—Tuantuan’s been kidnapped! Please save her! I can’t find her… I can’t find her…”

Huang Luoyan’s voice trembled. Her words were drenched in tears and despair.

Ye Qingfeng’s heart dropped instantly.

“She has a tumor in her brain… She’s weak… She can’t hold on any longer. Please—please save her!”

The world spun around him.

For a few seconds, Ye Qingfeng stood in stunned silence. Then, with a roar of pain, he raised his head and howled at the sky.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The mighty roar echoed across the mountains like a beast breaking free of its chains. Birds scattered. The ground trembled. Soldiers on the field looked up in alarm.

His eyes turned blood red, and two lines of hot tears streamed down his face.

“Qing Long!!” he roared.

“I’m here!” Qing Long stepped forward immediately, dropping to one knee in salute.

“Send me a fighter jet! Locate my daughter—NOW!!”

“Yes, sir!”

Without delay, Qing Long and the other three leapt into action. Within ten minutes, several black military aircraft roared into the sky, tearing across the clouds toward Zhonghai.

On board, Ye Qingfeng sat silently, his face covered in anguish. He kept imagining Tuantuan’s small voice, crying out for help:

“Dad… it hurts…”

“Dad… I’m scared…”

“Dad… save me…”

Each echo stabbed into his heart like a blade.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” he screamed again in fury.

The pilot winced. He couldn’t help—they were going as fast as possible. This was no teleportation spell!

Meanwhile, Qing Long and his men were already tracking Tuantuan’s last known location based on the hospital’s surveillance data. Eventually, they pinpointed it: an old cement yard in the suburbs of Zhonghai.

Back in that very yard, Tuantuan was safe—physically. She hadn’t been abused, nor was she mistreated. But she was terrified.

She was just five years old, surrounded by strangers. Her mother was gone. Her phone and smartwatch had been taken away.

She wasn’t stupid—she knew she had been kidnapped.

Three men had been left behind to watch her. They didn’t know how to deal with a child. They gave her cake and sweets, but she refused to eat.

“My daddy’s a hero!” she cried. “He’ll come save me! Wuwuwuwu!”

“Yes, yes, your dad is the best. He’s like Gaia, a Donburi, a Donburi of Donburis… Don’t cry, okay?”

“Waaah! You’re bad people! Waaaaa!”

The kidnappers were helpless. “Please stop crying! It’s too noisy!”

“My dad’s not dead! He’s coming! He’ll save me!” she screamed again, choking through her tears.

“…Huh? Did we ever say your dad was dead?”

Suddenly, Tuantuan ran outside into the yard.

“Stop her!” one of them shouted, running after her.

They caught her and held her tightly.

“Be good! We’ll let you go in two days!”

“Let me go! My daddy won’t let you get away with this!”

“Behave or no food for you—”

Before he could finish, a deafening BOOM echoed through the yard.

A black car had crashed through the concrete wall like a battering ram.

Everyone inside the compound froze.

Out of the vehicle jumped four men and one woman, all dressed in black combat gear.

Leading them was Ye Qingfeng—his aura exploding like a raging storm.

He hadn’t been able to land the fighter jet directly in Zhonghai, so he had rushed from the airport by car. The moment they neared the target area, he heard Tuantuan’s cries and stormed in.

When his eyes fell on the crying girl being held in a bald man’s arms, he froze.

She was so small. She looked just like him. Her frightened face—her tears—cut through his soul like a blade.

“Dad… is that you?” Tuantuan asked, trembling.

“Yes… Tuantuan… It’s me, your father…”

Ye Qingfeng’s voice cracked as tears poured from his eyes.

Then, slowly turning his head toward the stunned kidnappers, he spoke coldly.

“You’ve already been sentenced to death.”