I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 94
After lunch, Jiang Huaiyue cleaned up the dishes and went into the kitchen. Shen Wuxiao, with a toothpick in his mouth, followed her and called out jokingly, “Thanks for your hard work, buddy!”
The surviving Xuanwu Guard was mopping the floor as he cried silently. The corpses around him were his brothers, sisters, comrades, and close friends. But if he wanted to live—if he wanted a chance to take revenge—he had to survive and report back to the God of War. So, even while swallowing his grief, he forced a smile and replied, “It’s not hard…”
Shen Wuxiao patted him on the shoulder and said cheerfully, “I said it’s hard work, so it’s hard work! Take the compliment!”
Suddenly, Shen Wuxiao’s expression changed. His eyes lit up with suspicion. “Wait… what are you doing with that mop handle? Are you trying to kill me?”
“Huh?” the guard responded, confused.
In the next instant, Shen Wuxiao lunged forward, grabbed his neck, and twisted it—snapping it clean. The Xuanwu Guard stared wide-eyed, his voice hoarse as he gasped, “Didn’t you tell me to mop the floor…”
And with that, he fell lifelessly into the pile of corpses.
“Oh right, I forgot,” Shen Wuxiao muttered. “I’m a noble. Nobles tend to be forgetful.”
He glanced at the bodies with a hint of regret. “What a waste. They were all good fighters… just loyal to the wrong master. I’ll play you a song of compassion.”
A cheerful tune started to play:
“♫ Today is a good day, everything you want will come true…”
“Oops. Wrong track… oh well, let’s go with it.” Shen Wuxiao leaned back on the sofa like a master resting after a long day.
Before long, the sound of car engines echoed from outside the villa. Dozens of vehicles pulled up, including a large Jinbei van.
Uncle Wu stepped out, furious when he saw the collapsed front door of the villa. Who would be so bold as to force their way into the master’s home?
As Uncle Wu, Old Cat, and Scorpion entered the villa, they were stunned by the sight—dozens of corpses scattered across the floor.
On the couch, Shen Wuxiao lounged casually.
“Clean everything up. And cut off the head of the guy with the gouged-out eyes—I’m giving it to someone as a gift,” Shen Wuxiao ordered.
“Yes, Master!” Uncle Wu responded.
He waved his hand, and a dozen men rushed in. They immediately got to work, clearing the scene. Within moments, all the blood was cleaned, and the floors were spotless. They even sprayed a special polish to make everything look brand new.
Jiang Huaiyue came out of the kitchen. When Uncle Wu and the others saw her, they greeted respectfully, “Young Madam.”
She nodded in acknowledgment and turned to Shen Wuxiao. “Ready to go? Wait a second.” Then she headed to her room.
In under two minutes, Jiang Huaiyue returned in a clean and neat outfit.
Shen Wuxiao and the rest exited the villa and walked toward the rear of the Jinbei van. When they opened the back, it was filled with high-grade black market weapons.
There were Gatling guns, sniper rifles, and various automatic rifles.
Jiang Huaiyue, chewing on a rubber band, saw the weapons. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and casually picked up an automatic rifle.
With two swift movements, she checked the chamber, removed the magazine, inspected it, then reloaded and switched off the safety.
“It’s all black market gear, probably sourced from top-tier channels. Good stuff,” someone commented.
No one was surprised. After all, the young madam used to be part of the special forces—she knew her way around weapons.
“Let’s go!” Shen Wuxiao said with a grin. “You’ve found out where Lu Tao lives, right?”
Scorpion nodded. “Don’t worry, Master. Someone’s been tailing him. His entire group is there now.”
Shen Wuxiao and Jiang Huaiyue got into one of the business cars, and the convoy set off toward their target.
Meanwhile, at Lu Tao’s villa, elite guards had already surrounded the area.
The Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Vermillion Bird Guards were stationed in three directions, with the rest spread out. Over forty heavily trained operatives stood at attention, their stances sharp and disciplined.
Ye Qingfeng sat on the sofa, legs crossed. This was the moment of reckoning.
In front of him, Lu Tao knelt, trembling all over. His once-arrogant expression had vanished, replaced by sheer terror.
Ye Qingfeng didn’t act immediately. He was still waiting for one more person to be captured. Once Xuanwu arrived, he could deal with both offenders together.
He wanted to see what kind of people would dare to kidnap his daughter. Every time he thought about Tuantuan lying sick in the hospital, rage surged within him.
Buzz buzz buzz…
His phone rang. Thinking it was Xuanwu, Ye Qingfeng quickly picked it up—but the caller ID showed it was Huang Luoyan.
He immediately answered.
“Ye Qingfeng, Tuantuan wants to see you. Where are you?” Huang Luoyan’s voice was cold, business-like.
This whole incident had deeply shaken her. She was furious at Ye Qingfeng for staying silent all these years.
“I’m busy, Luo Yan. I’ll come tonight. Put Tuantuan to sleep first. Let’s have dinner tonight—I want to make things up to you,” he said.
But Huang Luoyan didn’t reply. She simply hung up.
Staring at the silent phone, Ye Qingfeng shook his head with a bitter smile. Huang Luoyan clearly held deep resentment toward him.
Still, he was truly grateful to her.
She had cared for his child for so many years, and after seeing her again today, something stirred in Ye Qingfeng’s heart.
For the first time in years, he felt moved.
Maybe he really saw her as Tuantuan’s mother now. A natural closeness had begun to form.
She might not be the girl’s biological mother, but Tuantuan couldn’t live without her. So why not turn this pretend relationship into something real? Why not give Tuantuan a complete and happy family?
Suzaku, who stood beside him, noticed the smile on Ye Qingfeng’s face and teased, “Boss, was that your sister-in-law calling? Are you thinking about your date tonight?”
Suzaku—one of the very few women in the Vermillion Bird Guard—was a powerhouse. She was a 4th-grade, 9th-level expert with exceptional beauty.
Her black hair was streaked with fiery red, resembling the feathers of a Vermillion Bird. She had long almond-shaped eyes, a graceful oval face, a high nose, and crimson lips. Her features were stunning.
She carried herself with a mix of cool elegance and playful charm. Her curvy figure and towering height made her stand out even more.
If someone were to rate her looks—she’d score a solid 90 out of 100.
Compared to Huang Luoyan, she was just slightly less attractive.
Ye Qingfeng shook his head at Zhuque’s teasing. “Don’t talk nonsense. That kind of talk could damage a lady’s reputation.”
Zhuque covered her mouth and giggled. “Boss, since you’re denying it now, does that mean it might become true later?”
Ye Qingfeng didn’t respond, but he wasn’t in the mood to think about such things anyway. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Tuantuan’s recovery.
He glanced at the time. Logically, Xuanwu should have arrived by now. Why was there still no news?
Even so, Ye Qingfeng wasn’t worried.
Xuanwu was a formidable expert. Capturing a single person shouldn’t be difficult for him.
It was supposed to be that man—Shen Wuxiao. He had multiple residences, so it was understandable that it might take some time to find the right one.
Rich young men often owned several properties. This wasn’t strange.
To Ye Qingfeng, the situation was nothing more than a minor incident. He was only doing this to help his daughter vent her anger and get some justice.
What truly mattered would come later—dealing with the Ye and Ji families.
He still remembered how they had betrayed him.
They were responsible for the death of Sun Yan—the woman who bore his daughter.
That blood debt would never be forgiven. It had to be paid in full.
Meanwhile, Lu Tao, who was kneeling on the ground and secretly observing Ye Qingfeng, felt extremely uneasy.
He was overwhelmed with bitterness and regret.
He never expected that the little girl’s father would turn out to be such a terrifying figure.
Still, he wasn’t entirely afraid.
He believed that those people didn’t understand Shen Wuxiao at all.
They were as good as dead.
Mr. Shen would surely come to his rescue.
However, there was a fear gnawing at his heart—that Shen Wuxiao might mistakenly think he was the one who caused all the trouble, and take his anger out on him.
After all, Shen Wuxiao’s thoughts were difficult to read.
Lu Tao wasn’t very confident at this point.
Suddenly, the sound of car engines came from down the road near the villa.
The rumbling was steady and synchronized. It was clearly a convoy.
Everyone in the villa tensed up immediately.
Ye Qingfeng gave a faint smirk. “Why so nervous? It must be Xuanwu bringing people back.”
“Something’s wrong, Boss,” Qinglong reported. “There are too many vehicles.”
Ye Qingfeng remained unconcerned. “After they captured that guy, of course his people would follow to save him. So what if there are a few more cars?”
“They’re nothing but low-level grunts—nothing worth worrying about.”
He stood up slowly, his smile turning sinister.
“Let’s go welcome our guests.”