Chapter 180: Using the Aristocratic Families to Grind Him to Death

Professor Qin's son, in East China Hospital, under heavy protection, was brutally poisoned to death—does he truly have the bearing of a martial saint?

In just a short day, Qin Yu again topped the Douyin short-video hot search.

This caused an uproar among netizens of Great Xia.

"Holy shit, Professor Qin's son is actually a hidden genius? Could it be that the previous life-and-death crisis was fabricated by capital?"

"Hehe, this capital is nothing but the aristocratic families; Professor Qin has become their stumbling block, so they naturally want to get rid of him quickly. Killing Qin Yu is surely meant to warn Professor Qin!"

"Too arrogant! A meritorious hero and a genius, assassinated so openly? They must be severely punished!"

Countless people were furious; this is too outrageous. The son of a meritorious hero, you say kill and you kill—do you really think today's capital is still the old aristocratic families that can toy with lives?

Furthermore, the video posted by the bespectacled youth instantly went viral, gaining up to millions of likes and hundreds of millions of views!

Of course, some observant people also noticed something amiss.

There is a manipulator behind this.

The situation is escalating too fast.

From the firsthand report to now nationwide awareness, it basically took only one day.

Of course……no one is now investigating these matters.

Because the perpetrators have been identified as capital in 99% of cases, and the high-ranking officials of Great Xia have also fallen into fury.

Furthermore, a major purge was carried out at East China Hospital.

They even managed to infiltrate the confidential wards—if any important figures were placed there in the future, wouldn't they constantly be exposed to the capital conglomerate's gaze?

This is terrifying!

…………

Magic City, a towering luxurious skyscraper.

On the top floor, every corner has two burly bodyguards in suits, their qi and blood surging wildly, like humanoid ferocious beasts; even the weakest are fourth-rank martial artists.

In the innermost part, a youth wearing a Gucci short-sleeved shirt, with flowing long hair, staggers in drunk.

With his right arm he embraces a long-legged girl in a white bodycon dress, her face full of allure, her beautiful eyes glancing, as he pushes the door open, his heart shaken.

A spacious five-hundred-square-meter living room, huge floor-to-ceiling windows bathe in beige sunlight, falling upon the luxurious sofa; opposite lies the Bund view.

From the top floor, it feels as if one could survey all mountains as small.

The girl in the bodycon dress involuntarily clamps her legs together, feeling a warmth.

If I serve Young Master Dian well today, it would be immense wealth and honor.

Compared to those rich kids who drive Porsches, he is a hundred, even a thousand times stronger!

Even if only for one night, as long as you remember yourself… that's enough.

Just as the girl's spring feelings began to stir.

A stern rebuke echoed from the bedroom.

"Unfilial son, do you know what you've done? Believe it or not, today I will clean up the house for your father!"

A middle-aged man in a pure black short-sleeved shirt stepped slowly out of the door, each step heavy, exuding menace, making the girl in the bodycon dress tremble with fear.

He has a knife scar from forehead to cheek, gruesome to look at, making one dare not meet his gaze.

"Second… Second Uncle, how did you come here?"

The drunken youth, his eyes now showing deep fear, his second uncle… is the family's most outstanding talent in forty years.

He became a Master, formed a fearsome squad, under him two Grand Masters and four sixth-rank peak Golden Body Realm martial artists.

He takes Martial Department missions in the Underground, his Master-level strength rivaling squads led by Grand Masters.

Furthermore, with his strong background and flamboyant conduct, even repeatedly seizing resources from other Master squads in the wild, he is called Kuanghu, his fame immense in the Magic City Underground.

He acts brutally, striking to kill.

Even himself has been scolded since childhood!

He is terrified beyond measure.

"Slap!"

Immediately, he sobered up and swung a slap at the girl beside him, shouting.

"What are you staring at? Get out!"

The girl's face quickly swelled, a five-fingerprint covering half her face, her voice trembling: "Sorry… sorry, Young Master Dian."

She grabbed her bag and left in pain.

Dian Hu's eyelids lifted slightly, his deep eyes showing a cold intent.

"Do you know who you are attacking?"

"Why act at the forefront of controversy, in East China Hospital?"

"The Martial Department has now traced us to the Four Great Families of Magic City."

"The members of the Four Great Families have been barred from entering the Underground—do you know how much the family loses each day?"

Each family has its own trained squad, sent to the Demon Underground to plunder high-level resources.

Even most Masters are constrained by them.

They enforce a martial monopoly.

Due to the Underground chaos a century ago, the aristocratic families' capital had its own foundations; in a short time they amassed wealth, using resources to recruit a legion of dead warriors.

This has let them grow powerful, yet the higher-ups can do nothing but issue verbal warnings.

After all……the authorities still need the families' troops.

But the families also need official approval; all actions must stay within the rules, cannot overstep, otherwise……they might truly provoke the higher-ups, even resorting to self-mutilation to survive.

Originally, the Professor Qin incident had already angered the higher-ups.

They have already issued verbal warnings to the major capitalist families.

As a result, now, damn it, someone actually dares to assassinate Qin Yu?

What is this if not courting death?

Furthermore, various sanctions have already arrived.

Even several research institutes have been sealed off.

The key is, Qin Yu had nothing to do with them from the start!

Now this blame is dumped straight on our heads—purely a mute eating coptis, suffering in silence!

It's very likely they were taking a blade for someone else.

As a result, our nephew, damn it, rushes forward like an idiot, and even sends family assassins.

Dian Qin broke out in a cold sweat: "Surely not, he's just a high school student… and… I'm also doing this to vent for the family. That incident thirty years ago made my father so angry he had a stroke, nearly paralyzing him."

"The family later launched reprisals against him, and the two sides became enemies."

"Now Qin Shangwu's son possesses the bearing of a Martial Saint; if we don't quickly crush him in the cradle, I fear the family will later face great disaster!"

"Am I wrong, Second Uncle?"

Dian Qin hurriedly explained that he had originally intended to act covertly, report to the family after success, and receive a reward.

"Killing a Martial Saint-level opponent ahead of time—this damn thing doesn't reward me, it even blames me?"

Dian Hu opened his scarred right eye; its blood-red pupil was intensely intimidating.

"This is obviously bait someone threw out—can't you see it?"

"This is to let us, who bear grudges against Qin Shangwu, make a move and probe the youth's depth."

"Moreover, even if you act, you should spend money to hire others' forces; using your own assassins and getting caught—aren't you afraid of death?"

"Damn it, how did my elder brother produce such a fool as you?"

"How much have you delayed me?"

Dian Hu pressed down on the nephew's head, a surging torrent of qi and blood, mighty beyond compare, immobilizing him, and he very much wanted to crush him to death.

After three years of preparation, I finally got the chance when that eighth-rank ferocious beast gave birth—weak, it could be hunted.

I also allied with a squad that had a Grand Master.

As a result, now I can't get into the cavern, and all the benefits have been snatched by others!

This time, it happens to be the opportunity for me to break through to Grand Master!

Prepare to slay the ferocious beast to prove the Dao.

Delayed by my own worthless nephew.

Dian Qin felt his blood stop flowing, his whole body turn icy, a breath of death enveloping his heart.

He felt… his Second Uncle really wanted to kill him!

"Second Uncle… I'm your own nephew, please…"

His lips trembled as he spoke, lacking the earlier swagger of the girl in the bundled skirt, like a frightened puppy.

Dian Hu drew a deep breath, closed his blood-red right eye, and withdrew his hand from the nephew's head.

He spoke calmly: "Not only us, but many capitals and clans have been struck; just our family alone has lost billions of Star Coins these past days."

"Furthermore, the Great Xia upper echelons issued a notice: any capital that dares to use assassins, or any senior high-level martial artist who acts against Qin Yu, will be exterminated!"

"But… they haven't forbidden the younger generation from acting. The college entrance exam is approaching—you in Sichuan don't have a few cronies? Prepare; at the time of the exam, test this person. If there's a chance, then put him to death."

"They want to use us to temper this person, but… can a mere martial artist withstand it?"

"In seven days, at the college entrance exam, the family wants to hear news of his death!"

Dian Hu grinned, a faint scent of blood drifting in the air.

Dian Qin shuddered, hearing there was still room for maneuver, he hurriedly said: "Second Uncle, rest assured, I'll guarantee the mission—damn it, just a martial artist; my brothers in Sichuan Province are all no weaklings, at least late-stage first-rank, with a thousand kal of qi and blood!"

"I'll also personally fetch some resources to help them break through to second rank and kill that kid."

Dian Qin shouted in anger: "I nearly died because of this kid, the family lost so much because of you father and son, and you still want to keep living?"

"If this gets botched, my direct lineage status will surely be gone!"

So Dian Qin prepares to mobilize all the younger generation's energy and press Qin Yu to death in Sichuan!

"Hmph, get lost."

Dian Hu waved his hand; after Dian Qin left, he took out a black box-like phone: "Has the Boundless Grand Master made a move on the Red Phosphorus?"

"Give me three hours to arrange an identity to enter the cavern, then draw two Masters from elsewhere. Damn it… dare to swallow my stuff? Once they both lose, we'll wipe them all out!"

"The reward is half the resources from the Red Phosphorus's corpse."

In the midst of speech, a murderous intent showed.