I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 95
Ye Qingfeng stood with complete confidence, his presence exuding the aura of a commander who could control the battlefield from thousands of miles away. Just the act of him rising to his feet gave off the feeling that the entire situation was already under his control.
Outside, Shen Wuxiao’s convoy surrounded the villa from all directions.
Yet, Ye Qingfeng remained calm and contemptuous, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips. His team—Qing Long, Bai Hu, Suzaku, and the others—appeared equally relaxed and dismissive, even eager for action. They rubbed their palms together, ready for battle.
Qing Long cracked his neck with a loud pop, then scoffed, “Xuanwu always liked to play games. He probably brought that guy here and let his men follow to spice things up. Maybe he thought we’d get bored otherwise!”
Suzaku chuckled, “Xuanwu probably already made his move. At least he didn’t forget about us.”
Bai Hu sneered, “Look at those people. Aside from Xuanwu’s squad, the rest of the convoy seems to have fewer than a hundred men total.”
“I remember once in the Northern Territory, I took on seventy elite mercenaries all by myself—and I was the only one left standing.”
“These so-called city bodyguards? They’re only good for scaring small-time punks.”
“Exactly, I’m curious to see how they plan to win this,” Qing Long added. “Boss, how many do you want us to take down?”
“Thanks for the treat, Boss!” The three generals were visibly excited.
They had experienced countless battles, life-and-death situations, and the brutal conditions of the Northern Territory—where even wild beasts were constant threats. Against them, a group of city-level bodyguards was no match. This was going to be a complete one-sided slaughter.
Meanwhile, Shen Wuxiao’s convoy came to a stop.
Shen Wuxiao looked at the villa. No movement inside.
But he wasn’t in a rush.
He understood the mindset of a so-called [lucky protagonist] like Ye Qingfeng—bold, fearless, proud. Even if they were surrounded, even if a gun were aimed right at their heads, they would never waver. Especially now that Ye Qingfeng believed he was exacting justice, there was no way he’d back down. He might even think Shen Wuxiao and his men had been captured and brought here by Xuanwu.
Their pride wouldn’t let them believe they were the ones walking into a trap.
[Ding!!!]
Suddenly, the system’s voice rang out:
[Ding, lucky protagonist detected!]
[Protagonist: Ye Qingfeng]
[Title: Mad Dragon God of War]
[Realm: Sixth-grade, sixth-level Grandmaster]
[Ability: Skin Scale Armor]
[Weapon: Sixth-grade Artifact – Bayonet: Blade Fang Spike]
[Martial Arts: Roar of the Wild Dragon (Mastered), Earthshattering Fist (Mastered)]
[Divine Ability: None]
[New plot has been uploaded!]
In the next moment, Shen Wuxiao’s mind was filled with information about Ye Qingfeng’s plot.
“Damn, his realm’s almost the same as mine. With the protagonist’s luck and buffs, this guy really might be a problem. System, how many points do I have?”
[Ding! You currently have 3.2 million points.]
“Use them all! I want to crush him!”
[Ding! 3.2 million points deducted. Realm upgraded to Eighth-grade, Ninth-level Grandmaster.]
[1,000 points have been reserved for emergency purchases such as bullets or pills.]
[Because the host spent over 3 million points in one transaction, the system has gifted a weapon upgrade. The sixth-grade revolver Duke of Destruction has been upgraded to an eighth-grade artifact.]
[The lightning control ability has evolved into the divine ability: World-Destroying Thunder.]
A surge of immense power flooded Shen Wuxiao’s body. This kind of cheating power-up… was exhilarating!
He opened his palm, and crackling arcs of lightning danced across it.
He made a mental note: after this, he’d buy Jiang Huaiyue a better weapon too.
Shen Wuxiao and his group stepped out of their cars. Inside the villa, Ye Qingfeng and his men finally sensed something wasn’t right.
Where was Xuanwu?
Shouldn’t he have brought Shen Wuxiao here, tied up?
Why didn’t anyone in that convoy look familiar?
Where were Xuanwu’s fifteen men?
Moreover, these newcomers weren’t ordinary bodyguards—they were clearly trained warriors.
Ye Qingfeng frowned.
At that moment, Shen Wuxiao looked toward the villa—and his eyes met Ye Qingfeng’s through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Ye Qingfeng felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this man before. His thoughts became momentarily muddled.
Shen Wuxiao gestured to Old Cat, who quickly handed him a cloth bag.
With a smirk, Shen Wuxiao tossed the round bag into the air, then delivered a powerful spinning kick, launching it like a soccer ball.
The cloth bag shattered the glass and flew straight toward Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng calmly lifted his hand and knocked it aside. The bag rolled several meters before stopping.
The contents spilled out—a severed human head.
Qing Long and the others had a bad feeling.
They stepped forward to get a clearer look… and froze.
“Ah!” Qing Long gasped.
The others screamed in disbelief, “Xuanwu!”
It was Xuanwu’s severed head.
Shen Wuxiao had returned it to them as a message.
Ye Qingfeng’s eyes turned blood-red with rage. He let out a furious roar and spun around, glaring at the convoy outside.
But then, his expression changed.
While everyone had been focused on the severed head, Shen Wuxiao’s men had quietly taken up positions—and were now all armed.
On the lead vehicle, a man stood tall, holding a massive Gatling gun.
[Open fire!] Shen Wuxiao commanded.
The Duke of Destruction fired. Muzzle flashes lit up the sky, and the villa wall exploded into debris. The main door was instantly blown apart!
The people inside were completely exposed.
On another vehicle, Jiang Huaiyue sat with a heavy sniper rifle, a lollipop between her lips. She narrowed her eyes, peered through the scope, and gently pulled the trigger.
One shot, one kill.
The Gatling gun spat flames, sweeping through the courtyard. Over thirty weapons fired in unison, their gunfire deafening.
The peaceful villa turned into a battlefield in an instant.
The once-confident guards inside the villa panicked.
Ten Azure Dragon Guards were killed immediately. The White Tiger and Vermillion Bird Guards suffered devastating losses.
Only a few managed to find cover, and even they were frozen in fear.
Their legs were trembling.
They began to wonder—was this really the city? Or had they somehow returned to the Northern Territory?
Where the hell did these guys get so many hot weapons?
What kind of enemy were they facing?
After the first round of gunfire, only a dozen survivors remained from the original forty-plus.
The rest, who had expected a good fight, now lay in pools of blood—some riddled with over a dozen bullet wounds.
Shen Wuxiao raised his hand and clenched his fist.
The gunfire stopped instantly, but no one lowered their weapons.
These weren’t ordinary bodyguards—they were warriors, skilled in both firearms and hand-to-hand combat.
Shen Wuxiao never brought cannon fodder. He only brought killers.
He slowly walked into the courtyard and sat on the stone bench.
His men followed and placed a tea set and a plate of fresh fruit on the stone table.
Shen Wuxiao popped a grape into his mouth, sucked it, and casually spat out the skin.
“Don’t bother hiding. My people are everywhere,” he called out calmly. “I know you’ve got some skills and a few tricks up your sleeve. If you really wanted to run, you probably could.”
“But your men? They’ll all die because of you.”
“So why not come out and talk?”
Inside the villa, Ye Qingfeng’s heart was in turmoil.
His comrades—those who had fought alongside him through life and death—were almost all dead.
Thankfully, he hadn’t brought everyone, or this would have been a massacre.
He himself could escape, but his brothers?
There was nothing he could do for them.
Ye Qingfeng wasn’t the type to surrender easily.
But at this point, he had no choice. He had to go out and talk.
Even if it only bought a few minutes—it might be enough for Qing Long and the others to retreat.
Resolving himself, Ye Qingfeng stepped out from behind the pillar…