Chapter 253: Chapter 253

"Keep our matters between us, don’t drag anyone else into it." Sikong Wang stared coldly at He Qizhi, barely able to contain the murderous intent in his eyes. "Stop embarrassing yourself here. Do you still look like an heir?"

"Fuck you, Sikong Wang, do you think you’re stronger than me? A pathetic D-level Beast Master, you think you deserve to be an heir? No matter how I compare to others, being stronger than you is enough!"

He Qizhi spat out a bloody sputum, his eyes laced with malice directed at Qian Qi, and sneered, "If you dare to bet six years of reservation slots with me, I’d respect you as a man. If you don’t dare, then get lost, because today I’m going to kill this bastard!"

Three times was enough, but this is the fourth time you called me a bastard. Do you really have a death wish?

There’s a saying that even a clay doll has a temper, let alone someone who genuinely wants to kill her; she didn’t want trouble.

"You two, get up!" Qian Qi pushed away the two people blocking her way, and stormed over.

She raised her eyes and offered He Qizhi a slight smile. Beneath the S-Class Defense Helmet, her eyes were clear and bright. She gently said, "Want to fight me, huh?"

Before He Qizhi could answer, dazzled by her gaze, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, clamped his legs together, and screamed in agony! "Ah——"

"You motherfucking bastard! Got addicted to cursing at your grandaunt, huh?" As He Qizhi had no time to react, Qian Qi swiftly swept her leg across, her boot struck hard against his calf, causing him to lose balance. Then she seized his shoulder and pushed him hard to the ground.

Kneeling heavily on his chest to pin him down, her fist, as small as a beanbag, rained down like a hailstorm on his face, the fierce force creating a hole in the ground perfectly fitting He Qizhi’s head, spraying soil into his mouth!

"My mom said, for people with filthy mouths, you have to tear their face apart, otherwise they won’t learn their lesson!" With her nimble fingers, Qian Qi began madly pulling and twisting He Qizhi’s face, distorting it beyond recognition, continuously pounding it into the ground as if kneading rice cakes.

"What do you think you are, daring to dictate my fate?!"

Even though Qian Qi was at least C+ in strength, He Qizhi had no Defense Helmet on; how could he withstand such a beating?

He was in such pain he almost lost control, with just a hint of resistance left. When he tried to unleash a B-level Gold Element skill, Qian Qi forcefully drove two A-level daggers through his palms! Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

"I’m wearing S-level Defense Armor all over, what are you even trying to unleash? Idiot?"

Qian Qi sneered, removing her helmet to reveal her fierce, sinister, and terrifying expression. She then bent over, letting her face, like that of a fierce ghost, float near his eyes, eerily saying, "Want me dead? Then I’ll beat you so badly you’ll be left with a physiological and psychological fear, so terrified just by hearing my name you’d wet your pants. In your nightmares, you’ll see my face chasing after you in every direction, so afraid you wouldn’t dare close your eyes!"

She... she’s so ruthless! So terrifying! Is she even human!

Qian Qi knew the heirs of the Seven Great Families well, and He Qizhi had a terrible reputation. Rumors on the forums mentioned he didn’t value the lives of ordinary people and had killed many. If it weren’t for his family buying off the media, he would have been publicly condemned long ago.

Thus, she knew clearly that He Qizhi, who held high status yet was petty, wouldn’t rest once he had murder on his mind, and he, being more influential than Chen Tong, could easily have her killed without anyone knowing.

Therefore, she had to leave He Qizhi with a profound psychological trauma, so terrified he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her!

"He Qizhi, if I die, I’ll definitely become a fierce ghost, haunting you day and night moment, making you unable to live or die!"

Qian Qi’s face bore a sinister grin like a slit-mouth woman. To make herself look more terrifying, she particularly smeared some of He Qizhi’s palm blood on her face and eyes.

"Ah——!" Compared to the heavy punches on his face, He Qizhi was more scared to death by Qian Qi’s face. He frantically tried signaling to the distant He Family Army gathering, but as soon as he uttered a word, Qian Qi punched out three of his teeth, "Shut up, weakling!"

No one dared to intervene because Qian Qi was too fierce. Her intimidating and ferocious face seemed like an ancient demon finally escaping from the deepest abyss, causing havoc among mortals. It would scare even A-level Magical Beasts into retreat, making them experience nightmares thrice over at night.

They didn’t even dare to look at Qian Qi for fear of attracting the demon’s attention and ending up as tragically as He Qizhi.

So, He Qizhi could only endure the physical and psychological torment inflicted by Qian Qi.

Until a young man in a black suit slowly walked up, his long, defined hands effortlessly stopping Qian Qi’s fist as if with four ounces deflect a thousand pounds.

The young man’s voice was like a heavenly sound, light and airy as a feather, yet gentle as an evening breeze. It flowed like a serene and refreshing stream, creating peace of mind, like a spiritual cleansing.

Qian Qi raised her eyes, her gaze shifting subtly upon meeting his face.

The young man was strikingly handsome, his high-bridged nose like a Divine Hand. His captivating, almond-shaped eyes were highlighted by finely arched brows, mitigated by gold-rimmed glasses that concealed an intensely predatory gaze.

He wore a blood-red teardrop-shaped earring on his left ear, and a fine gold chain hung from the corner of his right eyeglass frame, lightly resting on his broad shoulder, creating a combination of a scholarly and wicked allure.

He was undeniably handsome, with a vivid and contradictory charisma that even surpassed the aloofness of Su Ang. However, beneath the golden glasses, his pitch-black eyes were like a bewitching, poisonous flower blooming in the depths of an endless abyss, exuding an extremely dangerous aura.

Qian Qi knew who he was, but she didn’t expect the real person to be even more overwhelming than his Light Brain image.

In her previous life, she had dealt with many aristocratic figures, but none provoked as much alarm, or made her want to flee, as the man in the suit.

His danger certainly didn’t stem from his martial prowess.

After a moment of silence, Qian Qi feigned ignorance, asking, "Who are you?"

While Qian Qi quietly assessed him, Nangong Yan openly scrutinized her, his seemingly benign gaze slowly skimming over her cheeks.