I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 98

Ye Qingfeng and Qing Long had fled far into the outskirts. Uncle Wu was about to order a pursuit when Shen Wuxiao raised his hand to stop him.

“No need to chase,” Shen Wuxiao said calmly. “He’s not dumb enough to run along the main roads and try to flag someone down.”

Uncle Wu frowned, thinking it over. “That guy’s injuries are serious. I doubt he’ll survive.”

Shen Wuxiao shook his head. “Someone like him? Unless you separate his head from his body, he won’t die that easily.”

He wiped the blood from his hands and glanced around at the carnage.

Among all the men Ye Qingfeng had brought with him, only Qing Long and Ye Qingfeng had escaped. Suzaku was unconscious. Everyone else was dead.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for breaking the God of War’s spirit, points +30,000]

[The God of War escaped with serious injuries. His men were all killed or wounded, points +20,000]

[Bonus reward: “Lucky Protagonist Resurrection Card” received]

[Yes. After the host kills a protagonist, they can be revived using this card and returned to a near-death state. The host can then kill them again to earn more points. This is designed for point farming—only works on protagonists with a destiny flag.]

[Mission to kill the Mad Dragon God of War is still in progress…]

Shen Wuxiao couldn’t help but laugh. A bit wicked—but incredibly satisfying.

Just Ye Qingfeng alone, from appearance to death, would probably yield over 3 million points in total.

And now, with the resurrection card, killing him again would be like slaying a second protagonist.

Too valuable to pass up.

He turned his gaze to Suzaku, who was unconscious nearby. She had been gravely injured by Jiang Huaiyue, and in the final moment when they tried to escape, she had stayed behind to block the enemy.

Luckily, she had fainted before Shen Wuxiao could finish her off. Otherwise, she’d already be dead.

He looked at her face. No doubt about it—she was a stunning beauty, easily scoring over 90.

But Shen Wuxiao didn’t even have to think to know: her heart belonged to Ye Qingfeng.

After witnessing her comrades die in front of her, there was no way she’d ever surrender.

And if she wouldn’t submit, then she wasn’t worth keeping.

Shen Wuxiao didn’t lack women. He only wanted those who were not only top-tier in appearance but also devoted to him.

To chase after a face alone? That was tasteless.

After all, beauty was fleeting. Flesh and bone all turned to dust.

In the end, the only value Suzaku had… was to become another source of despair for Ye Qingfeng.

“Take her with us,” Shen Wuxiao ordered. “And pull back.”

“This place reeks. Burn it down.”

Taking Jiang Huaiyue’s slender hand, he turned away and left the villa.

Moments later, the villa burst into flames.

Thick black smoke rose into the sky, and the stench of scorched flesh filled the air…

On the other side, Ye Qingfeng and Qing Long had escaped into the wilderness, far from the city.

They didn’t dare use the main roads and had instead taken back alleys and hidden paths, doing everything they could to avoid pursuit.

They finally arrived at a run-down town on the city’s edge and stopped to catch their breath.

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t hold on any longer. With a pained groan, he collapsed against a wall and slid down to the ground.

His condition was horrifying—one arm was bent at a grotesque angle, the bones clearly fractured. The protective scales had been ripped off, leaving muscle and flesh exposed.

His jaw had been dislocated, teeth knocked out, and a bullet infused with true energy had nearly blown a hole through his abdomen. His internal organs had barely avoided destruction.

If not for his sheer willpower and strong physique, he would’ve died already.

Qing Long, fortunately, had only suffered minor wounds. Back at the villa, Bai Hu had been entangled by Uncle Wu, while Suzaku was overwhelmed by Jiang Huaiyue.

Qing Long had been attacked by Old Cat and Scorpion, but his rich combat experience helped him get out with relatively light injuries.

He quickly took out some healing medicine and administered it to Ye Qingfeng.

He had seen injuries before, especially in the Northern Territory. But nothing like this. Seeing Ye Qingfeng like this made Qing Long’s eyes redden.

Fate was cruel.

That morning, they had stood proud, basking in glory as they received medals together.

By nightfall, only two of the original fifty or sixty remained.

The loss was enough to crush anyone.

They sat in silence on the cold ground.

The quiet was suffocating, filled with unspoken grief.

After a long while, Ye Qingfeng slowly stood up.

Qing Long reached out to help, but Ye Qingfeng raised a hand and stopped him.

“I’m fine,” he said quietly. His face was pale and his expression grim. “We need to find a place to dress the wounds. Get our heads straight.”

He was already adjusting his mindset.

His brothers hadn’t died in vain. Their deaths were because of him.

He had to bear this burden.

“Got it,” Qing Long replied, gritting his teeth.

They would turn their sorrow into strength.

Once the revenge was done, then they could cry—then they could mourn.

But not now.

As they walked, Ye Qingfeng suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood.

“Boss—!”

“I’m okay,” Ye Qingfeng said, waving him off. “The blood clots are out. I’ll be fine once we handle the external wounds.”

He wasn’t just being stubborn. The pill Qing Long had given him earlier was powerful—used for healing and promoting blood flow.

Life-saving pills like that were rare. Most had been given to them by their superiors.

Ye Qingfeng exhaled heavily.

Qing Long hesitated, then asked, “Boss, your injuries… they’re too severe for a back-alley clinic. But if we go to a major hospital, won’t Shen Wuxiao’s people find us?”

He was truly at a loss.

If only Suzaku were here. She knew medicine—she might’ve been able to help.

But they didn’t even know if she was still alive.

Ye Qingfeng had already decided.

“We go to the hospital—Tuantuan’s hospital,” he said.

“They have oncology, but also internal medicine and surgery.”

“Huh?” Qing Long was stunned. “Isn’t that basically walking into a trap? That guy is ruthless!”

“Exactly,” Ye Qingfeng replied. “It’s called hiding in plain sight. Shen Wuxiao would never expect me to go there.”

“After today, he must think I’m hiding like a rat. Too scared to show my face.”

“He’s arrogant. He’ll underestimate me.”

“Besides, I’ll be right where my daughter is. That gives me peace of mind.”

Qing Long nodded. “You’re right.”

“But we can’t use your real name.”

“Of course not,” Ye Qingfeng agreed.

Fortunately, they each had multiple identities—real and valid.

They weren’t ordinary soldiers. They were private forces secretly raised by a major backer, nominally independent, but actually trained for the Northern Territory.

When orders came from above, they moved. And the man above them all… was Ye Qingfeng’s patron.

After finalizing the plan, the two of them headed to the hospital.

They arrived after a series of detours.

Everything went smoothly.

Ye Qingfeng used the name “Li Dazhu” and was successfully admitted.

His injuries were extreme. Half of his body was wrapped in bandages, like a half-formed mummy.

It was agonizing.

But compared to the pain in his heart, it was nothing.

At least he could still feel pain. His brothers… couldn’t feel anything anymore.

They were gone.

Even though he was burning with anger…

Now was the time for healing.

He had to stay calm. He had to recover.

Only after he recovered could he take revenge.

The first loss was his own fault. His arrogance, his carelessness—he had paid with his brothers’ lives. He accepted that.

But next time…

Shen Wuxiao would be chopped to pieces.

This hatred—this blood debt—could never be forgiven.

If Ye Qingfeng didn’t kill him…

Then he didn’t deserve to call himself a man.