Super War God in the City

Ling Fan, with hands clasped behind his back, swept his indifferent gaze over the entire scene before finally landing it on the enchantingly seductive Ma Aolei.

"I did not trouble myself with you yesterday, sparing you once. Yet, not only did you fail to cherish this, but you even went so far as to viciously harm my friend. You can die now!" Ling Fan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Ma Aolei's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground with a thud, crawling towards Ling Fan.

Her face pale and her delicate body trembling, she hastily pleaded, "My lord, please spare my life! I was momentarily bewitched into committing such nonsense. If my lord spares my life, I am willing to serve like an ox or horse!"

Ling Fan coldly glanced at Ma Aolei. Although she was somewhat good-looking, her heart was far too vicious. Had he not arrived in time, He Feiman would likely be dead by now.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even more detestable was this person's capacity to devise such abominable schemes, attempting to tarnish the innocence of these individuals—it was utterly unbearable.

"My lord, I have mastered a bedroom secret art and am willing to devote myself to serving you. Please spare my life!" Ma Aolei begged repeatedly.

Seeing that Ling Fan seemed unmoved and inclined to kill her, she panicked and played what she believed to be her strongest card, assuming it to be irresistible to most men.

Even Qiao Yuchan, her face hidden by a veil, was slightly moved by this tactic, which indeed had a special allure for men. It was uncertain how Ling Fan would choose.

According to the usual male mindset, one might first take her in, enjoy her company, and then dispose of her afterward.

Even the spectating crowd swallowed hard, eyeing Ma Aolei's fiery and tantalizing figure and the inherent seductiveness that emanated from her bones. Their blood boiling, they couldn't help but think that if it were up to them, they would certainly take her and indulge to their hearts' content.

Unfortunately for her, Ling Fan was no ordinary man. Instantly, he flicked a pebble from his hand.

"Keep your secret arts to serve your husband with. I can't afford the luxury!" Ling Fan said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Ma Aolei shuddered violently, panic-stricken, and raised her head to speak again, only to see a streak of light flash before her eyes—a 'thump' sounded as it struck her forehead, and then her consciousness blurred as she collapsed to the ground.

The onlooking crowd inwardly lamented the waste of such a fine body.

As Ling Fan's gaze swept over them, they felt an icy chill; they hadn't forgotten Ling Fan's earlier threat, 'All must die!'

Immediately, numerous young members of the three families knelt down, frantically knocking their heads on the ground like pounding garlic. "It has nothing to do with us, sir; we did nothing—please have a large mercy on us and let us off like a fart in the wind!"

Ling Fan pondered briefly; it truly wasn't worth bothering with these underlings who had merely been caught in the disaster. The main culprits had already been put to death.

Just as he was about to tell the crowd to get lost, he caught a glimpse of a whip in Hong Quan's hand from the corner of his eye.

He momentarily exclaimed in surprise, remembering the marks on He Feiman's body, looked at Cui He, who was already dead, and then fixed his gaze on Hong Quan.

"The wounds on their bodies, did you inflict them with that whip?" Ling Fan said, ice in his voice.

Hong Quan's hand trembled, dropping the whip as if it were a hot potato.

With a face full of distress, he said, "No, no, it was Ma Aolei who took it—not my fault. I wouldn't dare to even if I had several guts to spare!"

"It seems you were the most excited just now," Ling Fan said indifferently.

Hong Quan's body shook, and he immediately bowed his head low, knocking it on the ground like pounding garlic.

Ling Fan pondered briefly, then suddenly flicked another pebble from his hand. Hong Quan collapsed tearfully to the ground, his eyes wide with regret.

While Ling Fan's nature was to kill them all, he reconsidered at the last moment—after all, the killers had been identified.

The others, watching Hong Quan fall like a bird stricken in mid-flight, lay flat on the ground in fear, not even daring to lift their heads.

Ling Fan no longer paid any heed to the crowd and looked towards He Feiman, who had already recovered from his external injuries, "I will resolve your matter with the Yuan Family. Are you still planning to go to the Miao Family?"

He Feiman gave a wry smile, "Your help has been more than enough. It would be futile for me to seek my uncle's family at this point."

"However, I haven't seen my aunt in a long time, she has been very kind to me, and I would like to visit her!"

Ling Fan nodded and immediately ordered people to bury Cui He, then accompanied He Feiman to the Miao Family.

"Aren't you afraid that they will go back and report to find trouble for you if you don't kill these people to silence them?" Qiao Yuchan asked with a curious expression.

She had never seen such a thing as killing without silencing, which was quite bizarre, and even He Feiman, with her kind nature, felt curious inside.

"Heh, if they come to me, it actually saves me a trip," Ling Fan said lightly.

After Ling Fan and the two others disappeared from sight, those who had survived the ordeal scattered, each running back to their own homes, leaving only the people of the Miao family looking at each other.

Miao Xin looked around with a bitter expression and said, "We should leave too, otherwise when the people of Yuan Family arrive, won't they skin us alive?"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded, and more than ten people hurriedly walked towards the Miao family as well.

In less than half an hour, the three arrived outside the Miao Family Mansion. Ling Fan looked up; the architecture of the Zhongnan Clan was much like that of ancient times.

"You guys go in, I'll wait for you outside," Qiao Yuchan hesitated slightly before telling Ling Fan.

"Alright, I'll escort her in, and I'll come out shortly!" Ling Fan responded.

He Feiman did not ask further, knowing that this mysterious woman must have a significant identity and preferred not to show herself at the Miao House.

By that time, she had already changed into a dress that Qiao Yuchan had procured from somewhere and began walking towards the main gate.

Watching He Feiman and Ling Fan enter the gate, Qiao Yuchan's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot, only to appear on a large tree not far away, gazing at the interior of the Miao Family Mansion through the air.

"May I ask who you are looking for?" The door attendant asked as he saw the two were strangers.

"I'm looking for my aunt Miao Lian, please notify her saying that He Feiman, her niece, is here to visit!" He Feiman said politely.

"Are you a cousin from the He Family?" The attendant's eyes brightened, as he had some recollection of this distant relative of the Miao Family.

"Yes!" He Feiman nodded.

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Immediately, the attendant smiled and said, "Then I will take you there. Miss Huaiyu often mentions you!"

Saying this, the attendant led them towards the Western Wing Room.

Ling Fan followed behind, winding through several doorways, contemplating internally, observing her living place, it seemed her status in the family wasn't very high!

In a large noble house like this, residence placement was heavily emphasized, generally revealing one's status from their living quarters.

The most esteemed identities typically lived in the central rooms, followed by the Eastern Wing Room, and then the Western Wing.

He Feiman secretly glanced at Ling Fan and explained, "My aunt ranks as the Fourth Elder in the family, and due to her mediocre talents when she was young, she couldn't marry into a wealthy respected family!

My uncle was a husband married into the Earth Vein family, thus his status in the family is somewhat awkward, but they are really good people!"

Ling Fan nodded, deeply empathizing as he had been a son-in-law who had married into a family; he knew all too well the warmth and coldness within.

Especially in the martial-cultivating Noble Houses where strength was revered, one could imagine how his uncle's days were, probably much harder than his own initial times!

The attendant leading the way listened without interjecting; in the Zhongnan Martial Family, it had always been survival of the fittest, as a servant, he understood well.

"We have arrived, I'll go in and announce your arrival!" The attendant mentioned and quickly went inside.

Soon, through the door, a girl's joyful voice was heard, "Cousin, it's been so long since you visited me!"