Chapter 57: Serving You as Master

The Qian Family.

After Chen Che finished giving his orders, he merely turned his head, and the sight was enough to frighten Qian Jingzhong and the others into kneeling.

If the Qian family's previous reliance and arrogance stemmed from having Yang Simin, a master from the Martial Arts Alliance, presiding over them, then now that Yang Simin had been defeated and fled, the pillar of support in their hearts had collapsed with a crash!

They dared not be overbearing or arrogant anymore; they could not even spare a thought for the grief of their relatives being killed, fearing instead that they would follow in the footsteps of Qian Xiaobo and the others.

"Know fear now, do you? What were you doing before? Go on, show me how tough you are again!"

Shen Qi stood with hands on his hips, chin tilted upward, looking very smug.

The members of the Qian family knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly, let alone talk back.

"It is we who were blind and ignorant. We beg Mr. Chen to spare our lives. The Qian Family is willing to merge into the Qibao Association and tell Mr. Chen everything about our relationship with the Martial Arts Alliance!"

The one speaking was not Qian Jingzhong or his son, but Qian Rongrong.

At a time like this, the only three men left in the Qian family had lost all sense of direction and were scared to death. It was instead a twenty-something junior who stood up for the family.

Chen Che shook his head, clearly unsatisfied: "Those were the previous terms. As for now... the price has gone up."

Qian Rongrong knelt on the ground, looked up, and offered a flattering smile: "Mr. Chen can of course make any request; the Qian Family will do its utmost to fulfill it."

Chen Che was quite satisfied with Qian Rongrong's attitude and said: "Your attitude is good, so from now on, you will manage the Qian Family. As for the others, just kill them all."

"Understood!"

Shen Qi, Jing Yan, and Yan Zhen understood the implication and, eager to try, walked toward Qian Jingzhong, Qian Xiaosen, and Qian Xiaolin.

"Mr. Chen, spare my life! I was old and dim-witted, suffering from senility, and failed to recognize a True God. That is why I chose the wrong side and offended you. I beg you, sir, to be magnanimous and spare my life!"

Qian Jingzhong knelt humbly on the ground, pleading in a hoarse voice.

He was nearly seventy years old; the older one gets, the more one fears death. Compared to life, the prestige of the Qian Family and the dignity of a Patriarch were all external trifles!

"My son was bewitched by the demoness of the Martial Arts Alliance, which is why he took drugs and attacked you! Having such a degenerate in the family is a disgrace to our house! I am deeply grateful that Mr. Chen has helped me clean house! I only hope Mr. Chen will spare me for the sake of my helplessness; I will surely burn incense and pray to Buddha day and night to thank Mr. Chen for his great kindness!"

Qian Xiaolin kowtowed vigorously. To survive, he even called his dead son a rebellious child; his former pride and majesty were gone without a trace.

Unlike his father and brother who only knew how to beg humbly, Qian Xiaosen played a game of retreat to advance, saying:

"Mr. Chen is young, yet he has already left everyone far behind in the Martial Dao. It is my honor to die at the hands of a master like Mr. Chen!"

"The Qian Family cooperated with the Martial Arts Alliance for the sake of profit. If not for Mr. Chen's arrival, I fear the Qian Family would have strayed further and further. I truly thank Mr. Chen for bringing the Qian Family back to the right path; I have no regrets in death!"

Chen Che nodded, but his face remained without a ripple: "I have heard what you said, but you must still die."

The Qian father and sons were shaken to their cores, their hearts turning to ash!

"Wait!"

Qian Rongrong got up and quickly trotted to Chen Che, then plopped down and knelt again, saying: "The Qian family members offended you, sir, and deserve to die. I am even more grateful that you are willing to spare me. But I boldly ask you not to kill them. They are all my relatives, and I truly cannot bear to watch them die. If that happens, I will be the only one left in this world!"

Qian Rongrong's eyes turned red as she pleaded: "I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life. No matter what you do to me, even if you want my life, I will have no complaints. Please, sir, spare my family."

Ten years ago, after her parents were murdered one after another, Chen Che had become an orphan.

Now, Qian Rongrong's plight caused a flicker of emotion in Chen Che's heart, just as he was about to speak.

Qian Jingzhong, however, spoke up at this moment, thinking he was clever: "Is Mr. Chen interested in my granddaughter? I can make the decision to let her be your woman!"

Qian Jingzhong was experienced; he had caught Chen Che's momentary hesitation and was certain that Chen Che had been attracted by Qian Rongrong's beauty.

Like someone grabbing a straw to save their life, he pushed his own granddaughter out without hesitation.

"No, no, no, I misspoke! How could a personage like Mr. Chen be short of women? I will give Rongrong to Mr. Chen as a servant, to serve you like a beast of burden!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Rongrong is about the same age as Mr. Chen, but she has never been in a relationship; she is still a virgin! And she has been a quick learner since she was a child. No matter what style Mr. Chen likes, my niece can satisfy you!"

Qian Xiaolin also immediately chimed in, hoping to trade Qian Rongrong to buy his own life.

Qian Xiaosen had not expected his father and brother to be so despicable as to openly sell out their own daughter just to survive!

They could do it, but he, as a father, could not!

"I do not ask Mr. Chen to spare me; I am already grateful that you would spare my daughter. I have no objections to whatever status Rongrong follows you with. But I have one request: please, Mr. Chen, do not spare them!"

Qian Xiaosen glared viciously at Qian Jingzhong and Qian Xiaolin.

"Xiaosen, what do you mean? I am your father?! You beast!"

"Big brother, we are blood brothers, yet you want me to die! Do you have any conscience left! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Facing the curses of his father and brother, Qian Xiaosen only sneered: "You are not worthy of being my father and brother. When we get to the underworld and become ghosts, I will settle the score with you then!"

Qian Xiaosen slammed his head against the wall, blood streaming down.

"Dad!!!"

Qian Rongrong screamed and threw herself over him, wailing loudly.

Chen Che glanced coldly at Qian Jingzhong and Qian Xiaolin and asked Qian Rongrong: "You tell me, should they die?"

Qian Rongrong wiped away her tears, looked at her grandfather and third uncle with venomous hatred, and then knelt before Chen Che once more, kowtowing with great piety:

"I, Qian Rongrong, am willing to follow by your side and serve you as my master. From this day forward, you are my greatest master, and I will be your most loyal servant. Please, take me in."

Chen Che nodded: "Good."

"Thank you, Master."

Qian Rongrong stood up, her eyes filled with cold, icy glints as she looked at Qian Jingzhong and Qian Xiaolin: "Master, I want them to die."

Qian Jingzhong and Qian Xiaolin were terrified.

"Qian Rongrong, I am your grandfather!"

"I am your third uncle, how could you want us to die!"

Qian Rongrong's expression was cold: "When you treated me like an object to be given away, why didn't you remember that I was your child? I was willing to sacrifice myself for you, but you abandoned me for yourselves; then there is no need for me to consider you my relatives!"

Shen Qi clapped his hands and looked at Chen Che inquiringly: "Since it's decided, let's do it."

Jing Yan and Yan Zhen also looked at Chen Che, and upon receiving confirmation, they no longer delayed and snapped the necks of Qian Jingzhong and Qian Xiaolin directly.

"No, I was wrong! Rongrong, forgive me! Ah—"

"Rongrong, Third Uncle was wrong! Third Uncle loved you the most, please spare Third Uncle—"

Crack, crack...

The two people's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end along with the sound of snapping bones.

Qian Rongrong turned her back, wiped away a tear that had fallen, and bowed to Chen Che to ask for instructions: "Master, I would like to bury my father first; please grant me your permission."

Chen Che shook his head: "No need to bury him, your father is not dead yet."

"What?!"

Qian Rongrong looked up in disbelief.

Chen Che shrugged and said: "Change to a clean place, I will treat him."