Chapter 95: Taking Action

Despite everything, Cheng Feng still held a breath of frustration in his heart.

The feeling of being used as a tool by others was truly terrible.

After adjusting himself for half a month, Cheng Feng finally made up his mind.

It was impossible to kill Nie Yuan for the time being.

But couldn't Nie Hu be easily finished off?

During this half month, Cheng Feng occasionally met with Wang Hu to ask about Nie Hu's whereabouts, and combined with the surveillance by the eight hundred, he figured out Nie Hu's daily routine.

To avoid being investigated by Nie Yuan, Cheng Feng arranged a detailed plan.

Killing is simple, but preventing being tracked down afterward is the most troublesome part.

Various traces, relationships, timing, and even the contingency plans Nie Yuan might have arranged for Nie Hu had to be considered.

Cheng Feng even referenced the plotlines of the child Conan from his past life.

Cheng Feng did not know much about Nie Yuan's methods.

But this could not stop Cheng Feng's determination to take revenge.

If this kind of potential unstable factor was not thoroughly eradicated, Cheng Feng would not feel at ease.

Wang Tieshan had said that it was only because he was a Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm; if it were a Martial Artist below the Blood Refining Realm, they would die from exhaustion of the spirit within five days.

The grudge was thus formed.

He had originally wanted to do business properly! But in the end, he had provoked such a big trouble.

Cheng Feng would not expect others' mercy to give him a chance at survival.

He still had a whole family to look after!

If Nie Yuan used a method like Soul Shock on his family members,

how many would be able to survive?

Cheng Feng had the answer in his heart: "Not a single one left."

The night was like ink. Cheng Feng was dressed in black, like a leopard lurking in the darkness, his gaze locked on the brightly lit Yihong Pavilion ahead. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, and then approached this house of pleasure without a sound.

Nie Hu liked to indulge in pleasure in such places; Cheng Feng had already learned this news from Wang Hu. And Cheng Feng believed that dying in such a place should be an unexpected blow to Nie Yuan.

Although he did not know if Nie Yuan's painstaking effort to cultivate Nie Hu was because he truly loved this son or if there were other areas where Nie Hu was needed to contribute, as long as it was certain that Nie Yuan needed Nie Hu, this represented Nie Hu's importance.

Cheng Feng carefully avoided the patrolling guards and, relying on the patterns he had figured out earlier, successfully snuck into Yihong Pavilion. He looked around, searching for Nie Hu's figure. Finally, in a private room on the second floor, he saw Nie Hu drinking and having fun with several women.

A surge of anger rose in Cheng Feng's heart; he couldn't kill his father, but killing him was fine, right!

But he knew now was not the time to be impulsive. He calmly observed the surrounding terrain and the distribution of personnel, then looked for a suitable opportunity to strike.

Nie Hu seemed to have drunk a bit too much, and his behavior was becoming increasingly dissolute. Cheng Feng took this opportunity to approach the private room silently. He gripped the dagger in his hand, preparing to deal Nie Hu a fatal blow.

However, just at this moment, a maid suddenly pushed the door open and entered, breaking Cheng Feng's plan. He was startled, but immediately regained his composure. He quickly hid behind a screen and held his breath.

The maid delivered new wine and snacks to Nie Hu and the others, then retreated. Cheng Feng knew this was an excellent opportunity; he took advantage of the moment when the attention of Nie Hu and the others was distracted and rushed out fiercely.

The speed of the Blood Refining Realm meant that Nie Hu, who had drunk a lot of wine, hadn't even reacted before he was stabbed in a vital spot by Cheng Feng's dagger. He let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground. Ignoring the woman next to him who was screaming in fright, Cheng Feng did not give Nie Hu any chance to catch his breath and stabbed him several more times to ensure there was no possibility of him surviving.

Then, Cheng Feng quickly left the scene. He knew he had to leave this place as soon as possible, otherwise, once discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable. He passed through the corridor, jumped over the Rear Courtyard, and finally successfully escaped from Yihong Pavilion.

Fearing that Nie Hu might have some strange, exotic scents on him that Cheng Feng had never encountered,

Cheng Feng first ran to a deserted courtyard he had scouted beforehand to change into a set of prepared clothes,

and then burned the black clothes he had taken off right on the spot.

Then he returned to Room One to burn the clothes he had been wearing again, wiped his body with purified alcohol to speed up the evaporation of any scent,

and took a hot bath, adding plenty of spices.

Only after cleaning up did he return to the Cheng Mansion, which had its plaque hung up, and held Xiao Qing to pour out his feelings.

Although the process was thrilling and exciting, Cheng Feng felt an unprecedented sense of relief and liberation. He had finally taken a bit of revenge and vented a breath of foul air for himself.

Being toyed with by Langu and suppressed by Nie Yuan's strength, Cheng Feng had always had a foul breath in his heart that he couldn't spit out; now, he finally felt much more comfortable.

Cheng Feng knew that Nie Yuan would definitely investigate to the end, but he had already prepared to deal with it.

Cheng Feng returned home and looked at his sleeping family; he knew he could not fall, because he still had family that needed protection. He would continue to work hard to ensure the safety of himself and his family.

Nie Hu's death caused a huge uproar in Yihong Pavilion; who didn't know that Yihong Pavilion had backing?

Daring to cause trouble in Yihong Pavilion meant one didn't want to live anymore.

Nie Hu's death in the Yihong Pavilion of Qingxi County caused an unprecedented uproar.

This famous and prominent flower house had the protection of the County Magistrate behind it, and its status was so stable that everyone knew it. Daring to cause trouble in Yihong Pavilion was no different from provoking the entire government of Qingxi County; it was simply seeking one's own death.

After the news of Nie Hu's death spread, the entire county was shaken. Those high-ranking officials, nobles, and wealthy merchants who frequented Yihong Pavilion were now as silent as cicadas in winter, fearing that they might have any connection to this incident. The girls of Yihong Pavilion were even more panicked, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.

Upon learning of this, the County Magistrate was also furious. He regarded Yihong Pavilion as his own money bag and attached extraordinary importance to it.

Now that someone dared to cause trouble on his turf and even killed his man, this was undoubtedly a challenge to his authority. He immediately ordered the county to be sealed, searched the whole city for the murderer, and at the same time strengthened the protection of Yihong Pavilion.

However, the murderer seemed to have evaporated into thin air, disappearing without a trace. The entire county was shrouded in a tense atmosphere, and people were talking, guessing the identity and motive of the murderer. Some said Nie Hu had offended some martial arts expert, some said it was done by a competitor of Yihong Pavilion, and others guessed that it was the County Magistrate's political rival acting in the shadows.

Against this background, Yihong Pavilion also became unusually cautious. They strengthened internal security measures and were also secretly investigating the whereabouts of the murderer. They knew that only by finding the murderer could they calm this storm and protect their status and interests.

However, as time passed, there were still no clues about the murderer. Yihong Pavilion's business was also greatly affected, and guests were afraid to patronize it again.

The County Magistrate also felt unprecedented pressure; he had to solve the case as soon as possible to regain his face and status.

The County Lieutenant saw the look in the County Magistrate's eyes and understood, receiving the order: "As you command, my lord."