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at the same time.

Xie Shilou Villa.

The space suddenly rippled slightly.

The chilling aura of quantum tunneling rushed towards me.

Lu Xuan, carrying Zhang Hongling, landed silently in the center of the living room.

Zhang Hongling held her breath, her heart pounding wildly as if it were about to burst her chest.

He held the box tightly in his arms, his knuckles turned white, and a look of shock and disbelief covered his face.

She looked up at the man in front of her.

His clothes were spotless, his posture was upright, and he exuded a divine aura that looked down upon all living beings, as if he had descended from the heavens.

My mind and spirit were shaken to their core at that moment.

Is this... really a mortal?

Just that one glance.

Past events surged like a tide, instantly overwhelming my mind.

That cold phrase, "absolute obedience."

The burning sensation of the inferno and the excruciating pain of betrayal by loved ones overlapped sharply with the intense feeling of being in a deathly situation.

His arrogance, once so strong, shattered inch by inch, leaving nothing behind.

Zhang Hongling suddenly lowered her head, her back bent, her voice filled with utmost respect and earnestness:

"Mr. Lu, I am willing to obey you absolutely."

"Please, help me overthrow the Wang family and utterly destroy them."

Lu Xuan nodded slightly.

His thin lips parted slightly, uttering only one word, light and understated, yet carrying an overwhelming pressure.

"Can."

No further words were spoken.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the villa walls, looking straight towards the direction of the Wang family's old residence.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, as sharp as ice.

The Wang family perished.

Lu Xuan raised his hand, indicating that Zhang Hongling should rest in the villa for the time being.

He then slowly walked out of the villa and strolled along the street, taking a leisurely walk to clear his mind.

-

A gentle breeze swept by the street, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

Lu Xuan strolled slowly and leisurely.

We walked to the entrance of a quiet alley.

A jarring, frivolous joke abruptly shattered the silence.

"Little sister, why are you running?"

"We're not eating people, what's the panic!"

"Let's chat with a few of you guys and discuss life!"

Lu Xuan looked up.

In the corner of the alley, four thugs with dyed yellow hair and covered in tattoos...

They surrounded a girl in a white dress and pressed her closer.

The girl clutched her schoolbag tightly, her face as pale as paper.

A string of cat charms hung on the side of the backpack.

Ragdoll cats, British Shorthair cats, and orange tabby cats huddled together, looking incredibly cute and cuddly.

But now she had squeezed it so tightly that it was deformed, and the fluffy fur was all crumpled up.

The girl was trembling all over, her shoulders hunched.

Her voice trembled with tears, pleading timidly:

"Don't come any closer... I'm going to call for help..."

"Please, please, let me go..."

Shout! Shout as much as you want!

The blond-haired leader grinned maliciously, his face full of arrogance:

Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you!

"Be a good boy/girl."

The thugs drew closer and closer, their lewdness making no attempt to hide.

Lu Xuan paused in his steps.

He strode straight into the alley and uttered a single word in a deep voice:

"roll."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness.

An invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped the four of them.

The four blond-haired men sized Lu Xuan up and down, noting his slender build.

He immediately burst out laughing, his face full of disdain.

"Where did this skinny monkey come from, daring to meddle in my business?"

"Looking so frail, you want to play the hero and save the damsel in distress?"

"Get lost, or I'll break your legs!"

The blond-haired leader stepped forward and shoved Lu Xuan hard in the chest.

His fingertips dug deep, and he threatened in a harsh voice:

"You idiot, if you don't get out of here, I'll cripple you!"

The girl's eyes were red and swirling with tears.

She looked at Lu Xuan pitifully, her voice trembling:

"Brother, save me...please, save me..."

The blond-haired man chuckled lewdly and reached out to touch the girl's cheek, his tone flippant:

"Little sister, it's no use begging him, you'd be better off begging me—"

Lu Xuan remained calm, his expression unwavering, and spoke softly:

"Noisy."

Yellow Hair's face darkened, and his anger flared up.

He clenched his fist and punched Lu Xuan in the face.

"court death!"

Lu Xuan casually raised his hand.

With a gentle pinch of two fingers, I firmly locked his fist.

The blond-haired man froze on the spot, his face filled with horror.

He used all his strength, his face turned bright red, and the veins in his neck bulged.

But the fist remained motionless, as if it were clamped tightly by iron pincers, unable to move an inch.

"How...how can you be so strong?!"

Lu Xuan twisted his wrist slightly.

"Snap—!!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out shrilly.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream instantly rang out, echoing throughout the alley.

The blond-haired man convulsed in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face, before collapsing limply.

Seeing this, the other three thugs were furious and rushed forward.

"Big brother!"

"You dare touch our boss? You're asking for death!"

"Let's all go at him and kill him!"

"Kid, you're finished today!"

Lu Xuan did not move his feet, his posture remained upright.

Raise your hand to block, dodge to the side, and casually kick.

Bang——! !

Bang——! !

Bang——! !

In just three seconds.

All four of them were sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the cold wall before landing with a heavy thud.

They all curled up on the ground, clutching their stomachs and wailing incessantly, utterly powerless to fight back.

The girl's eyes widened in shock as she stared blankly at Lu Xuan.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and he thanked her softly:

"Thank you, brother...you're so amazing..."

Just then.

Not far away, the door of a Ferrari F8 suddenly opened.

A rich second-generation heir dressed head-to-toe in designer brands came running quickly.

His face was full of anxiety and righteousness, and his tone was so gentle it was almost deliberate:

"Are you alright? Were you frightened?"

The girl quickly shook her head and responded softly:

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern. I'm so grateful to this brother for saving me."

Jiang Qilin, the rich second-generation, straightened his back, his expression righteous and awe-inspiring, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Bullying a girl in broad daylight is utterly lawless!"

I, Jiang Qilin of the Jiang family, will never allow this! I'll teach them a lesson for you!

The girl gently shook her head, politely declining.

"No need, thank you, I'll just call the police."

Jiang Qilin turned to look at Lu Xuan, a polite smile on his face, and extended his hand:

"Thank you for your help. You've worked hard."

Lu Xuan ignored him, glancing at him indifferently without giving any response.

Jiang Qilin's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his smile slightly pausing.

A fleeting hint of embarrassment crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Haha, since everything's alright, I'll be going now. Be careful."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly got into the car.

The moment the car door slammed shut.

The gentle expression on his face shattered instantly, turning into a hideous and venomous expression.

He loosened his tie casually, gritted his teeth, and cursed under his breath, his tone full of hostility:

"Stop pretending, you bastard!"

Lu Xuan looked at the girl beside him, who was still in shock, and said in a calm tone:

"It's alright, let's go home."

The girl thanked her softly, grabbed her schoolbag, and hurried away.

"Thank you, brother! Goodbye!"

In the shadows, several thugs endured excruciating pain and struggled to their feet.

He limped over to the Ferrari, bowed and nodded, his face full of obsequiousness.

"Young Master Jiang, our payment..."

The car window slowly rolled down.

Jiang Qilin's face was grim, his eyes icy, and he hissed angrily:

"You've botched everything, and you still dare to ask for money? Get out!"

"If you dare show your face in front of me again, I'll break your legs!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Young Master Jiang, spare my life!"

The thugs fled in terror, their tails between their legs.

Inside the Ferrari.

Jiang Qilin stared intently at Lu Xuan's back, his eyes filled with a sinister and piercing gaze, his clenched fists turning white at the knuckles.

"You bastard, how dare you ruin my plans, how dare you steal my prey..."

"You just wait."

"In Jiangling City, anyone who offends Jiang Qilin will surely die!"

-

at the same time.

The main hall of the Wang family's old residence.

In the very center, a memorial tablet was hastily set up, with incense and candles just lit and the flames dim.

Everything was hastily and sparsely arranged, reflecting the panic and perfunctory attitude that had just occurred.

Wang Guozhong stroked the jade thumb ring on his fingertip, deliberately putting on a sorrowful expression.

His voice was hoarse, and he feigned sorrow.

"My dear wife, you've toiled your whole life, you must be tired now, rest in peace..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qinshou's eyes instantly reddened.

His legs buckled and he fell straight to the ground.

A servant rushed forward and helped him up.

Wang Qinshou simply lay down on the ground and burst into tears, his voice mournful and every word moving:

"Mom... your son hasn't had a chance to properly show his filial piety to you yet..."

"How could you leave like this, without even letting your child see you one last time..."

Butler Lin Renhou stepped forward and whispered instructions to the servant beside him, his tone steady:

"Be quiet, lest you disturb the spirit of the deceased mistress."

"Bring over white silk and incense, and tidy up the mourning hall."

"The mistress has died tragically, and her body should not remain in the morgue for too long. The funeral procession and burial will take place early tomorrow morning. The sooner she is buried, the more peaceful she will be."

The servants all lowered their heads and answered in unison:

"Yes, Butler Lin."

Wang Qinshou lay prostrate on the ground, his shoulders trembling violently, his cries loud and clear.

But not a single tear fell, only mournful cries echoed:

"Mom...may you rest in peace..."

"I will definitely live up to your expectations and never let you down..."

"If I ever want to call for Mom again, no one will answer me..."

"I've become a child without a mother, waaaaah, oh my god!"

Wang Guozhong glanced around and saw that the situation had completely stabilized and there were no more disturbances.

He slowly closed his eyes, squeezed out two lines of clear tears, his voice hoarse, revealing his true nature:

"Hongling, you've devoted your whole life to the family, you've suffered enough."

"From now on, I'll take care of things at home. You can go with peace of mind."

Lin Renhou pretended to wipe his eyes, bowed his head, and spoke respectfully:

"My condolences, sir. My condolences, young master."

The dead cannot be brought back to life; please take care of yourself.