C16 I Want You to Die

"Will you be coming back?"

Ye Qinghui asked Brother Hua with an icy tone.

"No, I'm done. I'm really done!"

Brother Hua gestured dismissively.

"Scram!"

Ye Qinghui released him.

Brother Hua practically fled in panic.

But the issue wasn't going to be left at that. He vowed to get his revenge.

Absolutely!

"I've eaten your food and helped you out with this problem. We're even now!"

Ye Qinghui told the Lady Boss.

"There's no need for goodbyes. Farewell!"

Xiang gave Ye Qinghui a formal gesture and then turned to leave.

This woman...

Ye Qinghui shook his head and walked away.

For Xiang, it was just a matter of being helped by her man. The debt of gratitude was between her and Chen Laosan. Since Chen Laosan had deceived her, she had no reason to bid farewell.

Ye Qinghui retraced his steps back to where he came from.

He arrived at the base of the Firestriders' mountain.

He gazed up at the mountain and began his ascent.

As Ye Qinghui walked, he suddenly came to a halt, overcome by a sense of heightened alertness.

His eyes were fixed intently ahead, ready to launch an attack in that direction at any moment.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Arrows and bolts were hurtling towards Ye Qinghui.

He firmly grasped the handle of the captured knife, swinging it into action.

Ding, ding!

He deflected every incoming attack.

From the looks of it, the assailant had utterly failed.

They probably hadn't anticipated Ye Qinghui's skill with a weapon.

Caught off guard, they were clearly at a disadvantage.

'Oh, my stomach!' Since the long-range assault had failed to take down Ye Qinghui, it was time to engage him in close combat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three figures darted out, their tight-fitting clothes perfect for blending into the night. But in the daylight, they stood out conspicuously.

Wearing such attire in broad daylight would certainly suggest a lack of common sense.

Ye Qinghui raised his right hand, tapping his temple with his index finger, then pointed accusingly at his attackers.

The intent was crystal clear: the other party had a serious problem with their thinking.

They didn't care about anyone else.

With their leader at the helm, they launched an unhesitant attack on Ye Qinghui.

This time, it was the Senior Brother team.

Senior Brother, upon seeing Ye Qinghui come down the mountain, quickly gathered two of his closest friends.

They had their weapons ready, hoping to take out Ye Qinghui with a long-range assault, which would have been ideal.

Unfortunately, their long-range efforts were a complete failure.

Left with no other option, they resorted to a coordinated close-quarters attack. They were absolutely determined not to let Ye Qinghui live so shamelessly—it was a straightforward plan.

Senior Brother charged in first, delivering a swift attack on Ye Qinghui.

In that moment, his resolve to cripple Ye Qinghui was solidified.

He wouldn't stop until Ye Qinghui was beaten to the point of spitting blood and questioning his existence.

Once, twice, thrice!

Four times, five times, six times!

It felt like they were only getting further down the path of failure.

Continuing this way was out of the question—it just wasn't feasible!

Shua!

The attack came once more!

And again!

The assaults seemed relentless.

Regardless of the current defeat, the determination to persevere was strong.

Persistence could lead to future success.

And once successful, it would be impossible not to take down Ye Qinghui.

But if killing Ye Qinghui was impossible, then persistence was futile. At that moment, Ye Qinghui had precisely predicted the attack patterns of the trio and shifted his body to evade.

If he could prevent them from landing a hit, it would all be over.

The three attackers were nearly overwhelmed by frustration.

How had things escalated to such a dire point? Could there be any redemption?

Continuing like this was problematic, to say the least!

"You're as good as dead!"

Senior Brother declared.

He aimed to pressure Ye Qinghui, hoping the mental strain would impact his behavior. If it influenced his actions, then defeating Ye Qinghui would be inevitable.

And with that, he watched Ye Qinghui closely.

The look of nonchalance on his face was utterly maddening, as though Ye Qinghui was beneath his notice.

"You're going to die, no doubt about it!"

His senior brother awaited Ye Qinghui's counter.

"Zhou Zhihao, right?"

Ye Qinghui had done his homework on this senior brother and knew his name was Zhou Zhihao.

"I've been speaking in such a strained voice that even my own mother wouldn't recognize me. And you can?"

"I was just bluffing you a bit. And look, the bluff worked. You are Zhou Zhihao!"

Ye Qinghui gave a nonchalant shrug.

Damn, this guy had outsmarted him.

Zhou Zhihao was itching to put an end to this infuriating man.

"Zhou Zhihao, when will you learn? I was generous last time and let you off the hook. You're back with your tricks again? If you had the strength to kill me, then by all means, but you don't. Where's this false confidence coming from?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Zhou Zhihao pointed at Ye Qinghui, yelling at the top of his lungs.

Whoosh!

Silence fell, but that didn't mean there would be no action.

In an instant, he was up close and personal with Zhou Zhihao.

He was dead set on landing a crushing blow on Zhou Zhihao's body.

The force of the strike was tremendous, a clear signal that he had no intention of going easy on Zhou Zhihao.

He broke through the encirclement without a moment's hesitation and made a break for it.

It was as simple as that!

From the look of the situation, he had been in control from start to finish, calculating every move perfectly.

This couldn't go on any longer.

Zhou Zhihao's right foot pounded the ground as he gave chase, determined to inflict severe damage. He wouldn't allow his opponent to continue swaggering around.

He was bent on making him pay with his life.