Chapter 335: Stood Up At Last, Sending Your Whole Family On Their Way

Hong Ya froze for a moment; she was actually quite obedient, and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face: "But Master just now said…."

Liu Xie waved his hand, exuding a domineering air:

"We're not breaking out of prison; we're just showing concern for Junior Brother. Master won't forbid it. Besides, Master is getting on in years; by now he should have already gone back to sleep."

Zhao Zhixin tossed a peanut into his mouth, nodding and swaying his head as he chimed in:

"Exactly, exactly. Master is getting on in years; it's inevitable his consideration of problems lacks thoroughness. As disciples, we must help Master plug the gaps and fill the omissions — this is our filial piety!"

….

"Truly can't understand why Big Brother would be afraid. Sister-in-law got kidnapped — isn't that the perfect opportunity to swap for a younger, juicier one? Why go ransom her?"

Gao Yan stomped hard on the accelerator, a fragrant cigarette dangling from his mouth, cursing and muttering to himself inside the car,

"Man reaches middle age, wife dies — just thinking about it is beautifully refreshing. Encountering such a good thing, yet Big Brother actually doesn't seize it. Truly too foolish, right?"

Gao Yan's way of thinking can only be called cruel; it can't be said he lacks humanity. It's just that what he doesn't understand is: 'kidnap' and 'die' differ by a single character, yet are worlds apart.

The answer to this question, Zhou Hu could never tell Gao Yan; the infant sitting in the passenger seat beside him even less so, because Gao Yan found the infant noisy and had fed it a sleeping pill.

He parked the car, picked up the sleeping infant and placed it into a cardboard box, entered the elevator, went all the way up, knocked once more on that same door from daytime, then turned and left.

The elevator doors slowly closed, beginning to descend rapidly.

Suddenly, the elevator's roof was silently pried open, a head tied with a cute bun hairstyle hung upside down inside, round eyes asking:

"Did you send the little baby back?"

Gao Yan snapped his head up, pupils violently contracting to pinpoints, because he saw behind that cute bun head, one after another, upside down, a second head, a third head, a fourth head extending in.

Four heads of different appearances, surrounding the square frame, circled around once — that scene looked simply like a horror movie, eerie and terrifying.

Especially those few heads, every single one using eager and eerie gazes to stare fixedly at him.

Gao Yan's soul nearly fled; a Martial Artist's instinct let him sniff out the scent of extreme danger — he felt not like he was being targeted by four people, but like he was being targeted by four man-eating evil ghosts wearing human skin.

Gao Yan tilted his neck back, vigilantly asking: "Who are you?"

None of the four answered his question; eyes rolling around, they scanned a circle, then faces simultaneously revealed undisguised regret, speaking in unison:

"Just you alone? How are we supposed to split this, ah!"

Split, split what, split me?

This thought flashed through Gao Yan's mind; he instantly felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead, fine goosebumps rising on the back of his neck.

He recalled a math problem he had seen before, which asked:

"Suppose there are three identical cakes, yet four people need to share them, and you can only make one cut — how do you allocate to be fair?"

At the time he had sneered at this math problem; his answer was: just kill one person, problem solved.

But right now, the situation he faced was far more severe than that math problem, because he himself had become that sole "cake," while the ones waiting to eat the cake numbered a full four?

Gao Yan's throat went dry; he leaned his back against the elevator wall, the cold temperature stimulating the pores on his spine to contract sharply. He took a deep breath, tentatively proposing:

"How about you three die first, then come split me?"

The atmosphere inside the elevator froze for a beat, as if even the air had solidified.

Four heads dropped down simultaneously, like a four-headed, eight-armed, eight-legged monster descending from the heavens; the shadow of death instantly enveloped every inch of Gao Yan's skin.

Four heads, four mouths, emitted four different sounds, yet all merged into the same sentence, fusing into a harmony that made one's blood run cold:

"Everyone together, don't spoil the harmony — whoever snatches first gets it!"

The "Rong" character of the 【Rong Gui Pai】 received perfect interpretation at this moment; its essence was displayed to the fullest.

Seven or eight seconds later, the elevator slowly descended, finally landing steadily back at the underground garage; the doors slowly slid open, revealing walls splattered with blood.

Hong Ya was radiant, carrying a barely concealed smugness; she took the lead stepping out of the elevator. In her arms she held a bloody head, the corners of her mouth curved in an exceptionally brilliant smile.

Her figure was petite; in the cramped elevator interior she took full advantage, was the first to land, the first to strike, and even the one who delivered the final blow knocking off the head.

This time, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters were all left behind by Hong Ya; the results of this battle held extraordinary significance for her.

"As expected, because Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters slacked off on cultivation, while I diligently practice without cease day and night, burning the midnight oil — my efforts have been rewarded!"

Hong Ya's sense of harvest exploded at this moment; she seemed to have slightly understood where Junior Brother's joy in being addicted to cultivation lay.

Hong Ya tossed the head high, throwing a graceful parabola, tossing it back into the elevator; unhurriedly she fished out several bottles of corpse-dissolving water in plain three-no packaging from her bosom, distributing them to the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters behind her.

In the past, it was always Hong Ya responsible for logistics and cleaning work; however today, this job had to be handed over to Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters to do.

"Because inspired by Junior Brother, I, Hong Ya, have finally stood up!"

Hong Ya pursed her lips, directing Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters to clean the elevator spotless, then delightedly dialed Junior Brother's phone.

…..

Listening to Junior Sister's energetic claim for credit, Feng Mu smiled and hung up the phone. He turned around and gently said to the woman trembling inside the car:

"Sister-in-law, you may go. Do you need me to send you back?"

The woman hurriedly shook her head, voice slightly trembling: "No need to trouble yourself; I can go back on my own."

The car door opened; the woman fled the car as if escaping. Feng Mu politely waved farewell to her, saying faintly:

"After you go home, remember to tell the Zone Chief: a fall into a pit makes you wiser; in the future, for things that don't belong to you, you must not fail to keep your hands to yourself, understand?"

The woman nodded frantically like a chick pecking rice, until she watched the black sedan drive farther and farther away, until it completely disappeared from her line of sight, only then did she collapse limply on the ground as if drained.

She trembled as she fished her phone from her pocket, fingers shaking as she pressed a familiar string of numbers, dialing Zhou Hu's phone.

The moment the call connected, she could no longer suppress the fear and anger in her heart; her voice instantly lost control. She screamed hysterically into the receiver:

"Zhou Hu, you bastard! You almost got me killed! I beg you, in the future use your brain before doing things, consider the consequences, stop taking things that don't belong to you!"

A stretch of silence came from the other end, then a cold, faint reply:

"I don't take others' things. The food in your mouth, the clothes on your body, the jewelry on your neck — where do they all come from? Isn't everything I do for this family?"

………

(End of Chapter)