Chapter 22: Come, get in the car, Seventh Senior Sister needs to check your body.

"My son!"

Seeing her son’s head blown apart, the stepmother fainted on the spot from sheer terror.

He killed him just like that?

Shen Man covered her mouth, her awe of Yan Fengjia growing by the second. This man, who had seemed harmless and ordinary while shopping with his grandmother, treated his enemies no differently than one would treat a chicken.

No, perhaps even worse than a chicken.

Shen Congwen shakily pulled out his phone, his soul seemingly having fled his body. Following Yan Fengjia’s instructions, he ordered someone to bring the spirit tablet over immediately. Then, while Yan Fengjia wasn't paying attention, he quietly dialed a number.

On the other end of the line, Zhao Kangnian fell into a heavy silence. He realized his prized protégé must have met with an accident. Sitting in his hotel room, he fell into deep contemplation. Should he intervene or not?

Before long, he reached a conclusion. He looked at one of the tall, well-built bodyguards in black suits behind him. "I came to Qinghai City to keep a low profile. Go to the People’s Hospital and bring the person back. Do you understand?"

"Yes," the bodyguard nodded and turned to leave.

Zhao Kangnian let out a long sigh. He was still waiting for a call from the heir of the Junlin Group. Yet, even now, the other party had not summoned him. He was unwilling to let this heaven-sent opportunity to change his fate and transcend his social class slip through his fingers. In Shanghai, he held a lofty position, but that was limited only to Shanghai. Zhao Kangnian could only pray that the great titan would remember he was still waiting for orders.

The spirit tablet was soon delivered to Shen Man. She hugged her mother’s tablet and wept, her eyes red and filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

"From now on, you will work for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes," Shen Man said, carefully shielding her mother’s tablet and bowing deeply to Yan Fengjia.

She wore a deep-V coffee-colored camisole dress, revealing a bottomless cleavage. Yan Fengjia glanced at it briefly before turning his gaze to Shen Congwen.

"That leaves one last thing. For the remaining arm, do you want to find a way to cut it off yourself, or should I have someone help you?"

Shen Congwen leaned against the wall, his face twisted into a smile. "You’re dead. Do you know that?"

"Hmm?" Yan Fengjia looked somewhat surprised. "Do you know what you’re saying?"

"I said you’re dead. My teacher is coming soon."

No sooner had the words left his lips than the lights in the deathly silent corridor began to flicker. The crisp sound of leather shoes striking the white tiles echoed with steady, rhythmic steps. A bodyguard in a suit carrying a black case emerged from the elevator. Seeing the corpses strewn across the floor, he was momentarily stunned before realizing what had happened.

"Mr. Shen, are you alright?" the bodyguard asked calmly.

Shen Congwen squeezed out a weak smile. "Help me kill him, hurry!"

The bodyguard didn't act rashly; instead, he remained vigilant. To be able to kill so many people, the opponent’s strength was clearly extraordinary.

"May I ask who you are, and why you have harmed my master’s protégé?"

Yan Fengjia glanced at him. "You are not qualified to know who I am. Get lost."

The bodyguard froze, then suddenly noticed something. He saw the woman with long, straight black hair standing behind Yan Fengjia holding a heavy black case. The identification level on that case was far higher than his own.

"That is..." The bodyguard’s face changed drastically. He fell to his knees in terror. "I did not know you were a person under military protection. I did not intend to offend you."

"What is going on here?" Shen Congwen had not expected this high-status bodyguard to be so fearful of Yan Fengjia.

"Whose man are you?" Yan Fengjia also saw the case the man was carrying and understood immediately.

"I am the personal bodyguard of Elder Zhao Kangnian from Shanghai, affiliated with the 32nd Division of the Chinese military."

"Zhao Kangnian?" Yan Fengjia chuckled. "The old man is quite well-behaved in front of me. Did he send you to kill me?"

The bodyguard hurriedly explained, "How could I dare? Elder Zhao sent me only to retrieve his protégé and instructed me to act discreetly."

"It seems this Zhao Kangnian is quite a figure after all. I underestimated him. Even the military protects him and allows him to keep you?" Yan Fengjia stroked his chin. Then, in the next second, he suddenly kicked Shen Congwen.

*Crack.*

Shen Congwen’s neck snapped, and his body flew away like a kite with a broken string. After a few struggles, he died completely.

The bodyguard turned deathly pale with fright. Yan Fengjia casually kicked Shen Congwen’s corpse to the bodyguard’s feet.

"I only intended to break his arms, but since Zhao Kangnian wants to aid the tyrant, so be it. Take the body back and tell him: if he has any objections, he can come find me."

"Your status is so special—you are a top-secret military asset. How could Elder Zhao dare to offend you?"

"Whether he dares to offend me or not is for him to decide. You are just a dog; just deliver the message."

"May I ask for your name, sir, so I can report it?" the bodyguard asked.

"Just tell him my surname is Yan."

"Yes."

"Let's go." Yan Fengjia glanced at Shen Man and left the scene with her. "From now on, you will manage both the Shen and Li families."

On the road outside the hospital, Yan Fengjia brought the shell-shocked Shen Man back to reality.

"I have transferred two billion in funds to your personal account. Find a way to complete the cooperation with my family. Remember, you must not let my family know this has anything to do with me."

"Understood?" Yan Fengjia looked at Shen Man.

Shen Man felt like she was dreaming. The two colossal entities of the Shen and Li families were now hers?

"Un... understood."

Shen Man dared not look at Yan Fengjia; her fear of him was growing. It was truly like walking alongside a tiger.

"Alright, get out of the car. I have someone to pick up."

Over an hour had already passed; his time was clearly running out. Shen Man was puzzled. Who could possibly be important enough for Yan Fengjia to pick up personally? But she didn't dare ask. She nodded and quickly stepped out of the car.

Soon, a bank notification appeared on her phone. It was indeed two billion. But when she opened the details to check the source of the funds, she was terrified.

"My god, the Junlin Group... What is his relationship with the Junlin Group? Why would they be willing to help him?"

***

At the airport, the roar of a landing plane echoed, followed by the crisp sound of high heels clicking through the ten o'clock VIP terminal.

"Is he not here yet, that brat?"

A woman with a perfect golden ratio, an hourglass figure, walked out. She wore high heels, and tight light-blue jeans accentuated her shapely curves. Her midriff-baring short-sleeved top paired with a loose denim jacket left her taut, alluring waist exposed to the air. As she lit a woman’s cigarette, her pink lips curled into a dangerous smile.

"You brat, you really dared to be late. You’re dead."

Just as Gusu Yanrou was about to lose her temper, a black Bentley sped over. Yan Fengjia, standing at 1.86 meters tall, stepped out of the car in a hurry.

"Seventh Senior Sister, long time no see. Sorry, traffic, I’m late."

Gusu Yanrou checked her watch, moved her long, shapely legs, and delivered a kick like a spear into Yan Fengjia’s abdomen. The kick unleashed a gust of wind, but it didn't push Yan Fengjia back.

"You brat, are you tired of living? I’ve been working myself to death managing your business, and you dare to be late?"

Yan Fengjia laughed and held her leg. "Seventh Senior Sister, you’ve suffered. Let’s go, let's go home."

"Wait a second." Gusu Yanrou grabbed Yan Fengjia’s ear and sniffed him.

"Seventh Senior Sister, what are you..."

"You smell like a woman. Did you... cheat?"

It was likely the perfume on Shen Man. Yan Fengjia quickly shook his head. "No, absolutely not."

"Whether you did or not, I’ll find out soon enough. Let’s not rush home yet. Get in the car; Seventh Senior Sister is going to give you a thorough physical examination."

As she spoke, Gusu Yanrou’s slender, fair fingers hooked onto Yan Fengjia’s belt, and she impatiently pulled him toward the car.