Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The blinding headlights pierced the long night as the sports car sped into the northern suburban coastal avenue.
Xing Jingshan lived abroad and had taken most of his security personnel with him. Only a few bodyguards and a cleaning lady remained in the large mansion.
Upon seeing the black Bugatti appear at the end of the road, the bodyguards at the entrance of the Xing residence quickly opened the gate to welcome the young master home.
Upon hearing that the young master had returned, the nanny in charge of his daily life hurriedly pushed his wheelchair to the door.
The young master’s leg had not fully recovered, but he didn’t like to use a wheelchair when he went out. So every time he came home, the pain in his leg flared up again, and he had to be pushed in a wheelchair to get into the house.
As soon as the sports car stopped at the door, everyone rushed forward to help him in his wheelchair. Unexpectedly, the young master got out of the car first, leaning on his cane.
Xing Cheng instructed Xing Shi: “Put him on the wheelchair.”
Xing Shi opened the car door and carried a person out of the back of the car.
He then carefully placed the person into the wheelchair. Just in changing the position, Lu Dangui struggled a few more times, and a soft sob escaped from his throat.
Hearing the weak groans from the person in the wheelchair, Xing Cheng, who was walking home with his cane, stopped in his tracks.
“Send him to the guest room on the first floor.”
He said it without turning his head.
The woman pushing the wheelchair blurted out instinctively, “Young master, the guest room on the first floor is—”
Seeing Xing Shi shake his head at her and make a gesture, she quickly shut up.
The guest bedroom on the first floor was the largest bedroom in the entire house. It was usually reserved for members of the collateral branches of the Xing family to stay overnight and was not used to receive outsiders.
Sensing the oppressive aura emanating from the young master, no one dared to utter a word. They all went inside to do their part, wanting to stay as far away from the terrifying young master as possible.
Watching Lu Dangui being led into the guest room, Xing Cheng said to the housekeeper beside him, “Have Dr. Song come over.”
The housekeeper wiped a bead of sweat from her brow: “…Young Master, Dr. Song isn’t on duty tonight; he went home this afternoon. Shall we call him and ask him to come over now?”
Xing Cheng glanced at the wall clock; it was already past 10 p.m.
“No need.” He sat down in the armchair by the bed. “You can all leave.”
After leaving the guest room, Xing Shi very consciously closed the door and told the people outside not to come in and disturb the young master unless necessary.
The head housekeeper hesitated before asking, “Ah Shi, is that the young master’s…?”
Seeing Xing Shi’s inscrutable expression, the housekeeper immediately understood.
After explaining all the miscellaneous tasks, just as he was about to leave with everyone, Xing Shi’s ears suddenly turned half red.
He heard a short, soft sob coming from the bedroom, like the whimper of a small animal.
….
The person on the bed was soaked in sweat, the effects of the drug continuously assaulting his central nervous system, causing him to tense his back and gasp for breath in pain.
Only a dim wall lamp was lit in the guest room. Xing Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding the tip of his cane, his face expressionless.
His lips were pressed tightly together, his eyes were empty, as if the person lying on the bed was not a person suffering from the torment of drugs, but a lifeless object.
The bedroom was empty, and no one could notice Xing Cheng’s unusual behavior.
In the full-length mirror behind him, there was a hideous black shadow, its blood-red mouth wide open, staring at the person on the bed.
The monster within him had begun to roar and howl again, tearing at its prey in an attempt to break free of its cage.
Something welled up from deep in his throat, and Xing Cheng’s empty eyes gradually regained focus.
He experienced another emotional outburst.
Consciousness was gradually fading, while sensory stimulation continued to amplify.
Lu Dangui could no longer suppress the drug’s effects in his body, and his toes curled and twitched a few times.
He braced himself on the bed with his elbows, slowly lowered his right hand down his abdomen, and trembled as he bent over.
He was about to die.
Lifting his blurry eyes, Lu Dangui noticed the gaze directed at him from beside the bed.
He then realized, in a daze, that he wasn’t the only one in the room; there was also a silent onlooker.
The figure was hidden in the darkness, like a spectator drinking tea and watching a play, silently observing his every move.
As a grown man, he doesn’t feel ashamed to take care of himself, but how could he do it in front of a stranger…?
This person was none other than his old nemesis, Xing Cheng!
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his face. Lu Dangui swallowed hard and spoke hoarsely to the person beside the bed:
“You…get out.”
After saying that, he simply turned his head away and closed his eyes.
After a while, Lu Dangui heard the sound of a cabinet door opening behind him.
A cold hand stopped behind his neck and then slowly gripped the back of his neck.
Lu Dangui stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
He tried to turn his head to see what this person was up to, but Xing Cheng firmly gripped the back of his neck, rendering him completely immobile.
“…”
Suddenly remembering something, Lu Dangui loosened his hold on the bed sheet and began to struggle with all his might.
He almost forgot that this man was a madman who had nearly strangled himself to death!
Who knew what got into him again, actually following this guy to the Xing family’s territory. Now look what’s happened, even if Xing Cheng strangled him to death and dumped his body in his backyard, no one would know.
If the Xing family members are all crazy, then the person behind him must be the craziest one!
Grabbing Lu Dangui firmly by the back of his neck, Xing Cheng pressed Lu Dangui’s shoulders and back deep into the blanket, then raised his right arm high.
Out of the corner of his eye, Lu Dangui noticed that Xing Cheng was holding a knife-like object.
That was…
Lu Dangui gasped.
What Xing Cheng was holding in his hand was a pair of metal pliers.
“You–“
Before he could even scream, the person behind him raised the pliers and swung them high down towards his neck.
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