Chương 232: Massacre

Staring blankly as everyone retreated, Chu Tianqiu finally spoke in a raspy voice:"Return!" He needed to head back to the Hall immediately and write a letter reporting today's events from beginning to end to Du Ruhui. This matter was far too severe; the earlier they knew, the sooner they could come up with countermeasures. To be honest, Old Chu was still trembling in panic right now. He was terrified that the Gang Leader would throw him—the chief culprit—out as a sacrificial pawn to appease Tian Buer's wrath.

Thinking of this, he looked resentfully at his right hand. It was all because it was too damn eager. But it was too late to say anything now. Blaming himself, blaming his beautiful concubine, or blaming Tian Heng—it was all meaningless. Facing the crisis ahead was the most urgent priority. Things had already reached this point; hiding it was impossible. Unless, of course, he could slaughter everyone in Qinghe City who had witnessed the event today.

But that crowd included officials, commoners, and numerous foreign martial artists who had come for the Raging Fire Liquor. If he dared to recklessly expend the effort to do that, he might as well just figure out a way to deal with Tian Buer and be done with it. After all, one option meant rebelling and inevitably being hunted down by both the Imperial Court and the martial world, while the other offered a chance to establish dominance in the martial world. You could figure out which to choose using only your toes.

Moreover, ambushing and killing Tian Buer seemed far more feasible. Relying on the strength of the Lingjiang Gang, it was entirely possible to pull it off. Of course, how they handled it was entirely up to the Gang Leader's choice, even if that meant handing him over. Old Chu didn't dare to voice any opinions; he merely wrote the letter in silence and immediately dispatched a man via boat to deliver the report back to the Gang. Only after finishing the letter did he suddenly remember a very crucial matter.

When Tian Heng snuck into his room, aside from plucking a flower, he had also smashed the vault and robbed him of over fifty thousand taels! That was the dock fee for this month, plus his own savings accumulated over the years. Where was the money now? Where is the money?! No matter how you looked at it, it was impossible for that guy to hide that much stuff inside his robes. Besides, when he pierced his chest earlier, he hadn't discovered anything either.

This would ultimately remain an unsolvable mystery, and Old Chu now faced the added problem of having to submit the monthly quota to the Headquarters. But where was the money going to come from? Or should he just frankly commit suicide to atone for his sins and be done with it—Chu Tianqiu thought pessimistically....... Song Que didn't bother managing what happened next.

He simply instructed Lightning to keep a close eye on the situation at the South Docks; if any carrier pigeons or similar message-bearing birds flew out of the area, they were to be dealt with immediately. Unfortunately, it seemed he had watched too many dramas, or perhaps Old Du wasn't capable enough to own such high-end goods. In the end, Grandee Song's efforts were for naught. He didn't care much anyway.

Having completed his lifetime masterpiece performance, Grandee Song happily returned to the Moon-Lacking Pavilion. After leaving a few instructions for his subordinates, their entire family swiftly headed back to Plum Manor early the next morning. Staying far away from this place of right and wrong was the best policy. Going home to continue living a carefree life of enjoyment, happily teasing the maids a bit—wasn't that much more pleasant?...... Plum Manor.

Despite hiding away from worldly affairs, Song Que still continuously monitored the situation outside. For the next few days, both the entire Lingjiang Commandery and Qinghe City remained calm and tranquil, as if nothing had happened. But everyone knew this was merely the calm before the storm; natural disasters and man-made calamities could strike at any moment. During these days, even his own estate was ordered to heighten security several times over.

No one could fathom what an irrational father who had just lost his son might do, and similarly, no one dared to underestimate the fury of an 8th Grade Meridian Opening Realm expert. The evening mist blanketed the earth, while outside, bone-chilling gales were madly ravaging everything in their path. Inside his room, Grandee Song was excitedly playing around with the two little beauties of the Yang family.

"Young Master, will it hurt? I'm scared!" The little lamb, Yang Zi, asked with a trembling voice.

"Heh heh, it's just like a mosquito bite. It'll be fine very soon, and after that, you'll feel extremely comfortable." Song Tokuda smiled wickedly. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

"Can we not do it? Please! Young Master, I'm scared!"

"No can do. I said it earlier: once I'm done with A'Mi, it's your turn. Come over here and lie down obediently for this Young Master. It'll hurt the first time, but after that, you will definitely be infatuated with it, heh heh..." Hearing this guy's despicable laughter, Yang Zi's heart fluttered violently. But under her master's lecherous tyranny, she still obediently lay down, closing her eyes and accepting her fate.

"Young Master, please be gentle."

"Don't worry, it'll be over very quickly. You'll feel so comfortable afterward. If you don't believe me, ask A'Mi."

"That's right, little sister. It only hurts a tiny bit at first, but then it feels tingly and extremely comfortable." Yang Mi, who was lazily lounging to the side, chimed in to encourage her younger sister. Encouraged, Yang Zi felt much more confident. She closed her eyes, nodded, and said:"I won't be scared. Young Master, do it."

"Kekeke, here I come."

"Ahhhhh... it hurts! You pushed it in too deep, I can't take it!" Yang Zi cried fiercely. A drop of crimson blood seeped out, quickly dripping onto the bed as she struggled, blossoming like a vibrant red plum flower in an instant. Grandee Song had no time to care about this. Seeing her struggling so violently, he shouted angrily:"Lie still! Your squirming made me thrust askew, that's why it hurts so much!"

Facing her Young Master's ferocious demeanor, the naturally timid Yang Zi was frightened into lying completely still. But tears still streamed down from the corners of her eyes, making Yang Mi's heart ache as she hurriedly held her sister's hand to comfort her.

"A'Zi, be good, don't cry. It's almost over. You'll feel comfortable right away." As if verifying her words, Yang Zi began to feel the pain receding, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation that was incredibly soothing, causing her to part her lips and let out a soft moan uncontrollably.

"Heh heh, see? Comfortable, right? Has this Young Master ever lied to you?" Hearing her Young Master's teasing, the girl's face flushed red. She gave a slight nod and continued to close her eyes, feigning death. After a while, having stabbed her face a few more times, Grandee Song finally withdrew his hand in immense satisfaction. Pulling out the acupuncture needles, he looked at A'Zi's exquisite face. Aside from a small red mark at the initial puncture site, everything else remained flawlessly perfect.

Only then did Song Que smile and nod:"Alright, that's it for today." Only then did the little girl shyly open her eyes. Seeing her Young Master staring at her with a wicked smile, she bashfully rolled over and hid in her sister's embrace.

"Heh heh, what's there to be shy about? You'll get used to it after a few more times."

"Young Master, can applying needles like this really make us even more beautiful?" Yang Mi, holding her little sister, looked up with admiration and asked.

"Of course." Grandee Song nodded with absolute certainty. He was just using his free time today to help these two girls with some cosmetic adjustments. This was the true, house-keeping skill of Doctor Song. Using the acupuncture needles to deliver an electric current to the required areas, and then utilizing Tesseract energy to stimulate the muscle tissues for micro-adjustments and cosmetic enhancements.

While he couldn't completely alter a person's face, making the bridge of the nose higher, the chin sharper, and the facial contours softer was absolutely incredible. Just with this skill alone, Song Que had mentally drafted countless dissertations in his head. Unfortunately, he was no longer on Earth; otherwise, he would have definitely snagged a Ph. D. title just for fun. Bloodless cosmetic surgery—this was the one and only place you could get it. It was truly a pity.

The medical community had lost a world-class doctor, and Earth had lost a founding, god-tier grand physician. What an absolute shame; it was all the fault of that outdoor hookup. Fortunately, he was mixing like wind and water in this world as well; this transmigration hadn't been in vain. Looking at the two doll-like little girls lying on the bed, Grandee Song's heart brimmed with anticipation for his future life.

"Heh heh heh..." Staring at the faces of the Yang sisters, their small chests, and their slightly developing figures, who knows what dirty thoughts ran through the thief Song's mind. He smiled lecherously, drool dripping down his chin in an incredibly despicable manner. Seeing him like this, the two girls knew his stomach was full of bad intentions. They were just about to punch him a few times in anger when Song Que suddenly snapped out of it with a shudder.

His face grew incredibly solemn as he waved his hand, dismissing them both, and simply sat there in dead silence. At this moment, on the other side, Lightning observed a figure rushing over the river outside the South Docks of Qinghe City, as fast as a flash of lightning. There was no nonsense, no communication, and not a single shred of mercy. This person simply charged right into the Lingjiang Gang's Branch Hall, coldly dealing lethal strikes and unleashing destruction.

Loud shouts, curses, sobbing cries, and choked pleas for mercy—all were in vain. In less than a moment, after brutally slaughtering nearly a hundred people, the man in black leapt into the air. Massive, terrifying palm prints crazily slammed down from his hands. A short while later, the entirety of the Qinghe Hall's architecture was smashed to smithereens. Only then did this person calmly leap back into the Ling River. Stepping rapidly, he vanished over the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the person had truly left, Song Que shuddered and let out a heavy breath. How terrifying. This guy was definitely Tian Buer. To harbor such deep hatred for the Lingjiang Gang and possess such immense power—it couldn't be anyone else. Truly cruel and merciless, literally slaughtering everyone down to the chickens and dogs. If he hadn't possessed a split soul... if his sense of justice had been too strong and he had insisted on eradicating Tian Heng...

then today, all of Plum Manor and everyone in the Moon-Lacking Pavilion would have met this exact same fate. In this entire place, not a single person had the capability to stop this man's slaughter. This was the martial world. This was exactly what the martial world was! If you lacked strength, you had to shrink back and conduct yourself carefully, living in constant fear and trembling while looking at others' expressions to survive.

Stepping into the martial world meant you were not in control of your own destiny. Right and wrong? Often, you had no right to care. This was a high-level martial arts world. Top-tier experts stood high and mighty above all else. The constraints of the law were merely pieces of paper to them, which they could casually tear up whenever they pleased. Silently witnessing a hundred innocent lives implicated and slaughtered because of his actions, a pang of intolerance rose in Grandee Song's heart.

But he quickly shoved those negative thoughts out of his mind. Staring resolutely into the distance, he whispered coldly:"One day, I will definitely stand at the pinnacle of this world. I will ensure that no one in this world dares to threaten the safety of my loved ones."

"One day, when my strength is sufficient, this Song will definitely slay that old thief Tian Buer to avenge you all. I am truly sorry!" That night, Song Que did not sleep.