Late at night, the rain had stopped. The Koenigsegg sped faster and faster until it reached its destination, drifting into a curve before coming to an abrupt halt.
Outside the theater, a crowd surged in the aftermath of the rain.
The car door was opened by a black-clad subordinate waiting nearby. The man stepped out, his long legs striding toward the theater.
He leisurely loosened his shirt, his slender, pale hands revealing faintly visible veins under the light.
Even the air around him seemed to swirl with a chilling, dangerous aura.
Behind him, a group of black-clad subordinates had appeared at some point, holding long rods, their presence overwhelming.
This scene drew astonished gazes from many in the crowd outside the theater.
These black-clad subordinates wore matching uniforms, with a “D” emblem imprinted on their shoulders.
It was clear at a glance they were not to be trifled with.
The theater guards rushed over, blocking his path with wary expressions. “What do you think you’re doing? Looking for trouble?”
Duan Yanxing kept his eyes forward, his steps unwavering as he strode straight into the theater.
Two guards immediately blocked their way. “Sir, who are you? You can’t just barge in here. The performance has already started.”
Duan Yanxing glanced at the man, his slender hands leisurely unbuttoning the cuffs at his wrists.
Then, without hesitation, he threw a punch.
“Bang!—”
The guard was flung against the wall, clutching his face as blood slowly trickled from his nose.
The other guards, seeing this, were instantly terrified, scrambling away in panic.
They couldn’t even muster the courage to resist.
Meanwhile, inside the theater, music and revelry filled the air, with glasses clinking and laughter echoing.
Almost the moment Duan Yanxing stepped into the theater, the music on stage abruptly stopped.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
After several gunshots, the stage lights shattered, and the performers screamed in chaos.
The theater’s security personnel, including the theater owner, rushed out in a panic.
“Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in my theater! Are you looking to die?!”
His furious glare made him look like a rabid wild dog.
However, Duan Yanxing paid him no mind. He calmly raised his hand and made a gesture. “Smash it!”
In an instant, dozens of his subordinates behind him received the order, rushing into the building and wreaking havoc with knives, guns, and rods.
Duan Yanxing glanced at the theater owner and casually followed them inside.
The theater owner was stunned.
He immediately pointed at Duan Yanxing and shouted angrily, “You… you dare to carry weapons without permission… Is there no law anymore?!”
“Security, are you all dead? Stop this madman now!” he yelled in a rage.
But aside from him, there was no one else left in the theater.
Only then did he realize he was in deep trouble. He turned and tried to run.
Unfortunately, he had only taken two steps when his body suddenly froze.
A silver pistol was pressed against his neck.
“S-sir, I don’t know how I’ve offended you. Just say the word, and I’ll change, I swear I can change…”
He trembled as he begged for mercy.
However, the next moment, he was dragged by two black-clad subordinates to stand before Duan Yanxing.
Duan Yanxing stood on higher ground, looking down contemptuously at the theater owner kneeling on the floor. “The law? Hah…”
He chuckled softly. “You do need to learn who the real law is.”After speaking, he raised his right leg and viciously kicked the theater owner.
The theater owner was sent flying by the kick and crashed to the ground.
Duan Yanxing walked over, reached out to grab the theater owner by the neck, and lifted him from the floor. “Now, do you understand the rules? Hmm?”
The theater owner trembled all over as he shook his head, but upon seeing the man’s gaze, he fearfully nodded instead. His legs shook uncontrollably. “Master… ancestor, I, I, I was wrong. I don’t know how I offended you, but I will definitely, definitely change…”
Duan Yanxing let out a scornful laugh, then released his grip, sending the theater owner slamming into the wall.
A black-clad subordinate nearby hurriedly handed over a handkerchief. The man reached out to take it, sitting in the center of a black sofa nearby with his legs crossed. He lowered his gaze and elegantly, meticulously wiped the bloodstains from his gloves.
“Master… master, ancestor,” the theater owner struggled to get up, kneeling and prostrating before him, trembling with fear. “I don’t know what I did to anger you…”
“What do you think?” Duan Yanxing raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.
“I, I…” The theater owner desperately tried to recall his recent actions.
Could it be that his private preference for eating feces had been discovered?
Or had his affairs with the theater’s dancers been caught on camera?
Or perhaps his harassment of the actress from the neighboring theater had been exposed?
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, sweat poured even more densely from the theater owner’s forehead. He shook his head frantically. “Master, it’s not like that. I absolutely haven’t done anything against my conscience. Please, judge fairly.”
“Oh?” Duan Yanxing looked up, his deep eyes narrowing. “In that case, go beg for mercy in hell!!!”
Hearing these words, the theater owner’s face instantly turned deathly pale. “No, no, master, please don’t do this. I won’t dare anymore, I really won’t dare. I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”
In truth, the theater owner had no idea how he had offended Duan Yanxing. He could only frantically blurt out all the misdeeds he had committed recently.
It wasn’t until he mentioned bullying Mugui Theater that the theater owner suddenly realized where the problem lay. “No, it wasn’t me who sent people to snatch Mugui Theater’s dancers. It was… it was Mugui Theater’s dancers who threw themselves at me. They even said they enjoyed sleeping with me… It’s that female owner of Mugui Theater who’s so cheap, sending her dancers to seduce me… Master, I’m so wronged…”
Hearing this, Duan Yanxing was momentarily stunned, his expression completely darkening.
A terrifying murderous intent flashed in his black eyes.
“Qinglong, do it!!!” Duan Yanxing’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice icy cold as it reached their ears, accompanied by the sound of a gunshot.
The theater owner didn’t even have time to utter a groan before his eyes widened in death, unclosed.
This was the Duan Family’s rule: anyone who dared to infringe upon Duan Yanxing’s possessions must pay the price.
Duan Yanxing glanced at the corpse, then ordered the black-clad subordinates, “Level this place.”
“Yes!”
With that, he lowered his gaze and leisurely removed the blood-stained gloves before turning to leave.
This noble demeanor made it impossible for anyone to connect the acts of murder and arson that had just occurred with the distinguished gentleman before them.
Meanwhile, in the apartment, Chi Mu was having a sweet, beautiful dream—the best night’s sleep she had experienced in the three years since arriving in Country M.The weather outside the window seemed to brighten a little along with her good mood.
The evening breeze drifted gently through the window, so pleasant it made one involuntarily narrow their eyes, a faint curve lifting at the corners.