I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 92
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes burned with unrestrained fury and murderous intent. His general, Qinglong, didn’t hesitate—he rushed forward like a shadow and with two vicious strikes, took down two of the captors instantly. One was left alive, trembling in absolute terror.
Who were these people?
Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he strode over and scooped Tuantuan into his arms.
Looking at the bald little girl before him, the result of multiple rounds of chemotherapy, Ye Qingfeng could barely contain another agonized scream. Tuantuan, still frightened, clenched her eyes shut and cried for her father—her only source of safety.
“Don’t be afraid… Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here now!” Ye Qingfeng choked out, his voice breaking.
“Daddy, you’re really here… I’m not dreaming, right? You’re really my daddy…” Tuantuan whispered.
Perhaps from the exhaustion of illness and fright, she slowly drifted off in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes were filled with hatred. He gently passed Tuantuan to the Suzaku warrior, then turned and walked toward the lone surviving man.
His presence was suffocating. Standing next to him felt like being crushed under an unseen force.
Ye Qingfeng’s voice was cold and steady. “You locked my daughter away. You made her live in a doghouse. You’re going to die here. But first, answer one question. If you refuse, I’ll tear you apart piece by piece.”
The man collapsed to his knees and sobbed. “No, no—I didn’t abuse her! She didn’t stay in a doghouse! She ate better than us! Why did you kill my brothers?!”
Ye Qingfeng’s expression flickered briefly with surprise. Then the cold killing intent returned.
They thought they could kidnap his daughter and expect mercy?
“Who gave the order?” he demanded again, each word laced with murderous rage.
The man looked around at the corpses of his companions, knowing full well there would be no mercy. He laughed bitterly.
“What are you even asking for? You already found us. What more do you want? You killed my uncle, my cousin… You think I care anymore?”
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes darkened. “Then die.”
The man lost it completely. “You think this is fair?! All we did was watch the kid! We didn’t kidnap her! I used my own money to buy her cakes and roast chicken! And you killed them anyway!”
He spat on the ground and yelled, “And doghouse? Screw you! That’s my family’s ancestral home, you spoiled brat! Why don’t you go kill Lu Tao?! If I’d known good people end up like this, I’d have killed the brat myself!”
Ye Qingfeng didn’t waste another second.
With one blow, he ended him.
He returned to the car, glanced down at the sleeping Tuantuan, and finally called Huang Luoyan back. Now that Tuantuan was safe, it was time to get answers.
After hearing the full story from her, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze turned cold.
“Xuanwu,” he ordered, “take the Xuanwu Guards and bring me that man called Shen Wuxiao.”
“Qinglong, Baihu—track down Lu Tao immediately. Suzaku, contact the country’s top oncologist. I’ll take Tuantuan to the hospital.”
His tone turned icy.
“Anyone who hurt my daughter… will pay.”
“Yes, sir!” the generals answered as one.
They split into three teams.
Xuanwu brought the Xuanwu Guards—fifteen elite warriors—and began their hunt for Shen Wuxiao. These were not amateurs. Unlike Lin Fan, who had once searched blindly and alone, they were professionals.
At that moment, Shen Wuxiao had just returned from sea with Jiang Huaiyue.
The villa’s private dock came with luxury speedboats. The two had gone for a quiet morning cruise and returned by noon, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding elsewhere.
Jiang Huaiyue went to the kitchen and cooked a hearty meal. Not long after they sat down to eat, both turned their heads at the same time.
There was a powerful presence outside the villa.
A warrior’s presence.
Jiang Huaiyue slowly put down her spoon. “Did you invite guests today?”
Shen Wuxiao chewed thoughtfully. “Nope. This smells more like someone looking for trouble.”
BOOM!
The outer iron gate was kicked down with a deafening crash.
A dozen men stormed in.
The inner villa door was smashed next.
They poured into the living room, weapons ready.
“Shen Wuxiao!” Xuanwu stepped forward, face grim. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. Come with us quietly, or don’t blame us for what happens.”
Xuanwu looked over the pair, one man and one woman, and scoffed. Just another pretty boy and his arm candy.
He thought this would be easy.
Others in his squad watched, eager to see Shen Wuxiao kneeling in fear.
Jiang Huaiyue stood slowly, her expression icy.
She pointed at the ruined doors and said coldly, “That jade-inlaid front door was carved from Hetian white jade. The frame? Solid 999 gold. Labor plus installation? 1.85 million.”
“Let’s round it. Two million. Cash or card?”
The Xuanwu Guards blinked.
Was this woman insane?
Xuanwu ignored her and focused on Shen Wuxiao, who was still eating calmly. “Come quietly, or I’ll kill you.”
Shen Wuxiao smiled. “I’m eating. Not going anywhere.”
“You’re seeking death!”
Xuanwu charged forward.
But the moment he passed Jiang Huaiyue, something grabbed his hair. A chilling pressure crushed down on him. His legs gave out, and he was forced to his knees.
A soft sword gleamed at his throat.
Hiss—
The Xuanwu Guards gasped.
Their squad leader—level 4, 8th rank—had been subdued in a single move… by a woman!
Jiang Huaiyue’s expression remained calm. “You kicked in my door. You tried to hurt me. Who gave you that kind of courage?”
Xuanwu trembled. He couldn’t believe it. He had walked in here thinking he was arresting a playboy, only to be instantly humiliated.
Behind him, Shen Wuxiao calmly scooped more vegetables onto his rice. He stood up slowly and walked forward.
“Hey. Who are you people? Why did you break my door?”
Xuanwu, still pinned, growled, “You know what you did. Come quietly and maybe my boss will spare your life.”
Shen Wuxiao chewed a mouthful of rice. “Hmm… That’s a very villain-like thing to say. You guys must be the bad guys in this movie.”
“???”
Xuanwu and the others were completely confused.
“Yue’er,” Shen Wuxiao said, “let him go. I want to talk.”
Jiang Huaiyue sheathed her blade and stepped back.
Xuanwu stood up, eyes blazing with fury.
But before he could move—
Shen Wuxiao flicked his wrist.
Thwip!
Two chopsticks shot forward like bullets.
Puff—
They pierced directly into Xuanwu’s left eye.