59: Chapter 59 The War God's Son-in-Law Has Fallen; No One in the River Dares to Disobey Him Anymore
"Ding! The Asura War God's destiny has been completely stripped. The second Child of Destiny has lost his value as a villain. Please proceed with the final execution."
The crisp, cold notification sound of the system echoed in Qin Yuan's mind.
Upon hearing these words.
The smile on the corner of Qin Yuan's mouth grew colder.
He slowly moved his foot, clad in a high-end leather shoe, off Lin Tian's head.
Qin Yuan took half a step back.
He looked down from above at the once-mighty Asura War God lying in the mud with the gaze one would use for a dead dog.
Then.
He tilted his head slightly and cast his gaze behind him.
"Feiyan."
Qin Yuan's voice was not loud, yet it rang out clearly over the deathly silent harbor, carrying an unquestionable sentence of death.
"Go, avenge your younger brother."
Zhao Feiyan, standing in the shadows, shuddered.
In her eyes, which had become hollow and numb due to the [Thought Seal], a flash of intense struggle appeared the moment she heard the words "younger brother."
But soon, this struggle was swallowed by absolute obedience.
She walked forward expressionlessly.
In her hand, she held the special forces dagger that was still dripping with Lin Tian's blood.
Lin Tian lay on the ground like a pile of mud.
His dantian was destroyed, his internal energy scattered, and the excruciating pain radiating through his limbs made even breathing difficult.
He turned his head with great effort.
Watching Zhao Feiyan approach step by step, looking at the face that had once been filled with fanatical worship for him but was now cold as ice, a surge of uncontrollable, genuine fear finally welled up in Lin Tian's heart!
"Fei... Feiyan..."
Lin Tian's blue-purple lips trembled, his voice hoarse as if rubbing against a broken bellows.
"Are... are you really going to kill me?"
"I am your Hall Master... I saved your life..."
"Your brother's death... it was an accident! I... I didn't want that either!"
At this moment, Lin Tian was actually still trying to use their past bond to awaken Zhao Feiyan.
He was like a drowning man, frantically trying to grab onto the last straw.
However.
Facing his pleading and sophistry.
Zhao Feiyan's pace did not falter in the slightest.
She walked up to Lin Tian and looked down at him.
That gaze was as if she were looking at a pile of foul-smelling trash.
"My master is only Young Master Qin."
Zhao Feiyan's voice was as cold as a machine, devoid of any human emotion.
"You deserve to die."
Before the words faded!
Zhao Feiyan's wrist flipped violently!
The pitch-black special forces dagger turned into a streak of cold lightning!
"Puchi!"
Without the slightest hesitation!
One strike, precise and ruthless, slashed across the carotid artery on Lin Tian's neck!
"Hiss—!"
Hot blood, like a fountain, instantly gushed out!
It drew an eye-catching arc of blood in mid-air, splattering all over Zhao Feiyan and staining the cold mud beneath her feet red.
"Ge... Gege..."
Lin Tian's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets!
He clutched his wildly spurting neck with both hands.
Blood flowed out through his fingers like a faucet that couldn't be turned off.
He tried desperately to breathe.
But all that poured into his lungs was cold air and the thick smell of blood.
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to call for help, wanting to roar, but could only make a bone-chilling "gege" sound.
Regret!
Despair!
Unwillingness!
Countless complex emotions intertwined crazily in his gradually dilating pupils.
If he were given another chance.
He would never endure three years of humiliation as a son-in-law just for the sake of "showing off"!
He certainly wouldn't have overestimated himself and provoked Qin Yuan, this madman who disregarded all rules of martial arts, this top-tier devil with overwhelming resources!
Unfortunately.
There are no "ifs" in this world.
As he lost a large amount of blood, Lin Tian felt the life force within him rapidly slipping away.
The world before his eyes began to blur and darken.
His struggling body gradually lost its strength.
"Thump."
Finally.
This Asura War God who once held power overseas, possessed an army of one hundred thousand, and was arrogant, fell heavily into the cold mud like a real dead dog, filled with endless grievance and shame.
He made no sound thereafter.
It was over.
His sinful, ridiculous life as a son-in-law, full of showing off and face-slapping yet constantly hitting walls, had come to an end here at this abandoned harbor, ended by a single strike from the subordinate he once trusted most.
The night wind whistled, mixed with the salty dampness of the river and a thick smell of blood.
Zhao Feiyan stood expressionlessly beside Lin Tian's corpse, holding the dripping dagger.
A few drops of Lin Tian's blood had splattered onto her face.
Under the glare of the searchlights, it looked exceptionally enchanting and eerie.
She turned and walked to Qin Yuan.
With a "thump," she knelt on one knee.
"Master, mission accomplished."
Her voice remained hollow, but this was the ultimate pledge of allegiance to show she had completely surrendered to the Qin Family and cut off her past.
Qin Yuan looked at Zhao Feiyan kneeling at his feet, then glanced at Lin Tian's corpse not far away.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done."
Qin Yuan took a clean handkerchief from his trench coat pocket and handed it to Zhao Feiyan.
"Wipe your face clean. From today on, you are my, Qin Yuan's, person."
"Anyone who dares to touch you is going against my Qin Family."
"Yes, Master!"
Zhao Feiyan respectfully took the handkerchief, a flash of fanatical devotion in her eyes.
Qin Yuan did not look at the corpse on the ground again.
He turned around and gave a faint order to Tan Lang, who had been standing behind him like a ghost:
"Tan Lang, clean this up."
"Don't leave any loose ends."
"Yes, Young Master."
Tan Lang received the order and immediately gestured.
Several fully armed Shadow Guards quickly stepped forward.
They moved with extreme proficiency, dragging Lin Tian's corpse away.
Like disposing of a dead pig, they stuffed it into a huge, empty gasoline drum that had been prepared in advance.
Immediately after.
Several cement mixer trucks roared over.
Pungent cement slurry, mixed with quick-setting agents, was poured frantically into the gasoline drum.
Lin Tian's face, still wearing an expression of dying with eyes wide open, was gradually submerged in the gray-white cement until it completely disappeared.
"Seal it."
Tan Lang ordered coldly.
The gasoline drum was quickly welded shut.
Subsequently.
A heavy-duty crane lifted the heavy iron drum, filled with cement and the corpse of the Asura War God, high into the air.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound.
The iron drum was ruthlessly thrown into the surging, bone-chilling river water.
After splashing a huge circle of water.
It sank rapidly.
It sank into the bottomless dark riverbed, disappearing from this world forever.
No flowers, no tombstone.
There wasn't even anyone to collect the body.
This was the consequence of angering a top-tier villain.
No corpse left intact, bones ground to dust.
Qin Yuan sat back in the spacious backseat of the bulletproof Maybach.
The car door closed, sealing out the cold wind and the smell of blood.
"Drive."
Qin Yuan leaned back on the leather seat, closed his eyes, and rubbed his brows.
With the fall of Lin Tian, the two Children of Destiny of Jiangzhong Province, the Divine Doctor and the War God, had been completely wiped out by him.
In all of Jiangzhong, there was no longer anyone or any faction that dared to say "no" to him.
His position as the hegemon of Jiangzhong was completely solidified.
This second game had ended perfectly.
"Ding! Congratulations, Host! Successfully wiped out the No. 2 Child of Destiny, Lin Tian!"
"Received massive Destiny Value reward! The System Mall has refreshed with high-level items!"
"Villain Aura is continuing to upgrade..."
The system's notification sound kept ringing in his mind.
A lazy and confident smile curled on the corner of Qin Yuan's mouth.
Jiangzhong was nothing more than his novice village.
The villain's journey had only just begun.
Just then.
Gu Qianqian, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned her head.
She was holding the waterproof tablet, and a shining excitement gleamed in her big eyes.
"Thigh! Thigh!"
"That overseas account you asked me to check just now..."
Gu Qianqian swallowed, her tone filled with unbelievable surprise.
"That woman who calls herself the mistress of Asura Hall..."
"She just transferred to our Qin Family's overseas account, in one go..."
"Fifty billion?!"