“Madman!”
“You’re a madman!”
“How could I, Qin Hai, give birth to a beast like you?!”
“Turning on your own family, crippling your own brother and sister!!!”
Qin Hai was furious beyond restraint, his entire body shaking violently.
Staring at his son, he looked as if he were staring at a demon.
If this demon wasn’t eliminated, the Qin Family would never know peace!
“The truth is often the most painful thing,” Qin Ge said with a smile, stabbing the knife deeper. “Your real face got exposed, and now you’re hysterical?”
“Old Ye!”
Qin Hai didn’t answer. He only shouted the name in rage.
The next second, an elderly man wearing a Tang-style outfit appeared inside the villa.
It was as if he had materialized out of thin air.
In truth, he was simply too fast for the eye to catch.
This man was the Qin Family’s old butler.
He had watched Qin Hai grow up since childhood.
He was also the one who had guided Qin Huanhuan onto the path of apprenticeship and martial training.
A true powerhouse—his status in the Ancient Martial World was extremely prestigious.
Qin Hai pointed at Qin Ge, clenched his teeth, and spoke in grief and fury, “Old Ye, cripple him for me!”
To the side, Qin Huanhuan held her broken leg. From start to finish, she hadn’t uttered a single cry.
When she saw Old Ye appear, she finally gritted her teeth and warned, “Old Ye, be careful of that guy. He’s terrifyingly strong. Even I was injured by him!”
Old Ye chuckled and shook his head. “Young people are hot-blooded. That’s understandable.”
“But harming your own siblings… that’s far too excessive!”
He narrowed his cloudy eyes and stared at Qin Ge, his voice cold and unfriendly. “You severed Young Master Qin Zou’s arm and crippled Miss Huanhuan’s leg. Today, I will break one of your hands and one of your legs as punishment!”
After speaking, he assumed the starting stance of Bajiquan.
Seeing this, Qin Huanhuan’s eyes lit up.
Taiji brings peace to the world with culture, Bajiquan shakes Heaven and Earth with martial might.
Old Ye practiced Bajiquan.
It was a pure, orthodox Ancient Martial art—supremely yang and supremely fierce.
Old Ye was getting serious.
As the unrivaled grandmaster of Bajiquan, he truly intended to cripple Qin Ge!
In Qin Huanhuan’s mind, she could already see the next scene—Qin Ge disabled, kneeling and begging in misery.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Old Ye’s arms swung like oars, wide and forceful, whipping up howling gusts of wind.
The shattered plates scattered across the floor began trembling at that very moment, clattering constantly against the ground.
The force of the wind generated by his arms was enough to affect the surrounding environment.
Old Ye’s strength— even a glimpse was enough to reveal his terrifying depth.
Boom—
Just as Old Ye’s fist reached Qin Ge, his shoulder blades jerked upward, his feet slid, and he instantly closed in on Qin Ge.
It was Bajiquan’s famous killing move—Leaning Mountain Strike.
Qin Ge’s pupils trembled violently.
The moment Old Ye rushed forward, Qin Ge casually swung a palm.
Old Ye, still holding the Leaning Mountain Strike posture, took the blow straight to the cheek.
His head spun like a ball on his neck—whirling a full eighteen rotations.
His neck twisted into a grotesque knot.
“Damn, you scared me.”
Qin Ge looked shaken, and complained unhappily, “If you’re going to throw punches, then throw punches. Why are you shrugging your shoulders? I thought some ancient god of dance had awakened in this world!”
He shook his head indifferently and shoved Old Ye to the ground.
Old Ye slammed onto the floor—dead beyond any doubt.
Qin Ge couldn’t help it. Old Ye had tried to kill him.
He wasn’t about to let Old Ye live.
He was a great villain—why would he swallow that humiliation?
Qin Ge was helpless too.
An idiot mother opening the door for an idiot—idiocy right to the doorstep!
Old Ye was already so old. Why wasn’t he at home lying down and enjoying retirement? Why come out here acting like some hot-blooded senior in an action drama?
Qin Ge could rip tanks apart with his bare hands.
Could Old Ye’s withered old bones be harder than a tank?
Wasn’t that nonsense?
Gulp!
In the dining hall, Qin Huanhuan and the other three stared at Old Ye’s horrific death and swallowed hard.
Even Qin Zou—still wailing earlier—clutched his severed arm and no longer dared to scream hysterically.
Looking at Qin Ge, he felt as if he were staring at a human calamity incarnate.
Qin Huanhuan’s face was filled with terrified disbelief.
She knew Old Ye’s strength better than anyone.
Even she was no match for him within a hundred moves.
Yet the grandmaster of Bajiquan, Old Ye, couldn’t survive even a single exchange before Qin Ge.
He was brutally killed on the spot.
Just how strong was Qin Ge?
What had happened to him?
“What a mess, just from eating breakfast.” Qin Ge looked at the devastated dining hall and shook his head with a sigh.
Then he raised a finger and pointed at Qin Hai, displeased. “It’s all your fault. Dragging home wild women and bastards for no reason, turning the whole Qin Family into a filthy mess. If you can’t be the Qin Family patriarch, then step down and let me do it!”
He walked slowly toward Qin Hai.
Qin Hai swallowed so hard his throat felt like it was smoking.
His whole body was still trembling like a sieve.
But this time, it wasn’t fury.
It was pure terror.
Even in his nightmares, he wouldn’t have imagined that Old Ye could die so easily right in front of him.
After all, Qin Hai had survived all these undercurrents and silent wars in the business world because Old Ye had protected him!
“Scared?” Qin Ge stopped in front of Qin Hai and patted his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid. No matter how biased you are, no matter how stupid you are, you’re still my father. For the sake of reputation, forget killing you—I wouldn’t even injure you.”
It was precisely because of his identity as a great villain that he couldn’t harm Qin Hai.
Who said great villains had to be stained in endless evil and cruelty?
A true great villain was a refined egoist.
Someone who cherished his image even more than ordinary people.
Qin Ge would never do something that ruined his own reputation.
As for the corpses and cripples in this dining hall?
Before long, once Qin Hai learned the truth, he would be grateful from the bottom of his heart.
“I’m leaving. If you miss me, remember to call me. I’ll come back to visit you.”
Qin Ge left.
Before walking out the door, he even made sure to put on an absurd show of filial devotion—telling the old man to call him.
The entire dining hall fell into deathly silence.
Only when Qin Zou fainted from blood loss did the elegant woman finally shriek in panic, “Call an ambulance! Hurry, call an ambulance!”
Qin Hai’s legs went weak. He stumbled, barely managing to steady himself by grabbing the wall. Trembling in fear, he muttered, “What kind of demon did I give birth to?!”
The entire Qin Family descended into chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge.
Inside the villa, everyone panicked like ants on a burning pan.
Only Qin Huanhuan alone seemed as if she couldn’t even feel pain. Qin Ge’s arrogant, brutal figure replayed again and again in her mind.
She clenched her small fist and whispered through gritted teeth, “Qin Ge, you hurt my brother!”
“You scared my mother!”
“You even threatened my father!”
“And you broke my leg!”
“This hatred… even if I die, I will never forget it!”
“I’ll make you repay it a thousand times, ten thousand times over!”
“I want you dead.”
“I want you to be unable to live, unable to die!”
“Qin Ge, just you wait!”
“I, Qin Huanhuan, will never let you go!!!”