186: Chapter 186 Xiahou Que 186: Chapter 186 Xiahou Que Upon hearing the words from the person under the black cloak, Mr.
Li was almost angered to laughter: “Ridiculous, we actually have to pledge allegiance to Li Zhe.
Why should I listen to you?
Get out of my way.”
The voice from under the black cloak coldly said: “If you don’t pledge allegiance, you die.”
Hearing this, Mr.
Li sneered: “Trying to scare me?
I grew up being scared, move aside quickly.”
Saying this, Mr.
Li pushed his hand toward the person in the black cloak’s chest.
But at this moment, a young man behind Mr.
Li suddenly rushed up in front of the person in the black cloak, raised a hand, and tightly grasped Mr.
Li’s wrist.
Mr.
Li’s hand halted in mid-air, unable to move.
Mr.
Li angrily said: “Let go of me, or else…”
However, before Mr.
Li could finish his words, the young man immediately released his hand, retreated behind the person in the black cloak, and kept his head down without speaking.
Mr.
Li shook his hand, grimacing in pain, huffed, and said: “Consider yourselves sensible, now move aside…”
But as Mr.
Li spoke up to this point, he suddenly clutched his chest, showing a pained expression, then his body went limp, collapsed to the ground, moaned a couple of times, then closed his eyes, never to move again.
The seven people behind Mr.
Li were shocked, urgently gathering to check on him, only to find Mr.
Li’s heart had already stopped beating, and he was no longer breathing.
The remaining seven turned pale with fright, all casting terrified glances at the person in the black cloak.
“You…
you killed Mr.
Li?”
The voice from the person in the black cloak bore no emotional tone, coldly stating: “Do you want to end up like him?”
Upon realizing that the person in the black cloak had killed Mr.
Li without any fear, as if squashing an ant, the remaining seven directors immediately became terrified, not daring to have any dissent.
The seven exchanged glances, nodding repeatedly: “We are willing to pledge allegiance to Li Zhe.”
Only then did the person in the black cloak nod, saying: “Go, no matter when you break your oath, I have ways to ensure you die without anyone knowing.”
After finishing, the person in the black cloak led the five behind him, walking toward Li Zhe.
The seven directors hurriedly fled from the conference room.
Seeing the person in the black cloak approaching, Li Zhe retreated continuously in fear, his eyes falling on Mr.
Li’s motionless body at the door, a panicked look in his eyes.
The person in the black cloak cornered Li Zhe against the wall before stopping, saying: “No one can find out the cause of his death.
Just say he had a heart attack.”
Li Zhe nodded in terror, trembling as he asked: “Why…
why are you helping me?”
The person in the black cloak said: “There’s only one reason for helping you—no matter what means, kill Wang Yan!
If you can’t do it, your fate will be like his.”
After speaking, the person in the black cloak turned, leading the five behind him, and exited the conference room like ghosts, disappearing from sight.
“Kill Wang Yan?” It wasn’t until long after the person in the black cloak left that Li Zhe realized the person’s intention, and couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly: “Wang Yan, Wang Yan, you’ve provoked such a formidable figure.
Haha, it seems it won’t be long before you die by my hand.”
One of the Four Great Clans of Wanghai.
The Xiahou Family.
This past month, the Xiahou Family has been in turmoil.
The only son of Xiahou Xin, Xiahou Que, has been insane for nearly a month.
Xiahou Xin has invited all the renowned doctors from Wanghai City, yet none could cure Xiahou Que, even the one known as the first Divine Doctor, Sun Da, was invited by Xiahou Xin, but still, there was no improvement.
Initially, Xiahou Xin wasn’t too worried, but as doctor after doctor left shaking their heads, hope turned into disappointment, and Xiahou Xin grew fearful and extremely anxious.
He even lost interest in managing the business of the Xiahou Group, staying home every day, desperately seeking a cure for Xiahou Que.
However, over the month, not only did Xiahou Que not improve, but he actually worsened.
Every day, Xiahou Que had to be tied to the bed; otherwise, he would furiously bang his head against the wall, or bite people like a rabid dog, or hit and kick everything randomly.
Yet no matter what Xiahou Que did, there was only one thing he would say: “Newton’s three laws of motion.”
Lady Xiahou washed her face with tears daily, watching Xiahou Que, crying and cursing: “Que’er was driven mad by school; it must be the study pressure that was too much.
My poor child, even in madness he recites physics lessons.
My poor child…”
Watching his son go insane, his wife cry, Xiahou Xin was extremely agitated, yet had nowhere to vent, spending his days like a caged tiger, pacing and colliding everywhere at home.
On this day, just like before, Xiahou Xin was pacing restlessly at home, when suddenly a servant came to report: “Master, there is a person requesting an audience outside.”
Without thinking, Xiahou Xin waved his hand immediately, saying: “Not seeing, not seeing, seeing no one.”
The servant hesitated for a moment, then said: “But the person said they have a way to cure the young master’s illness.”
Originally, hearing the servant speaking more, Xiahou Xin was almost ready to scold, but upon hearing the second statement, Xiahou Xin became incredibly delighted, saying repeatedly: “Why didn’t you say so earlier, invite them in quickly, invite them in quickly.”
The servant promptly complied, withdrawing immediately.
Lady Xiahou also heard the news and hurried over.
The two waited anxiously in the room, and soon, they saw a person entirely cloaked in black walk in.
Seeing this person’s appearance, both Mr.
and Mrs.
Xiahou were taken aback, but with Xiahou Que’s illness being urgent, they couldn’t afford to dwell on it.
Xiahou Xin urgently asked: “Sir, you can cure my son’s illness?”
The person under the black cloak nodded, speaking in a voice that was neither masculine nor feminine: “Of course.”
No one who had treated Xiahou Que in recent days had dared to give a definite answer.
Upon hearing the black-cloaked person’s confident reply, Mr.
and Mrs.
Xiahou immediately set aside their doubts, hurriedly guiding this person to Xiahou Que’s sickbed.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Xiahou eagerly looked at the person under the black cloak, asking: “Sir, how exactly will you treat him?”
The person under the black cloak looked at the erratic Xiahou Que, and in a voice devoid of emotion, coldly said: “I cannot disclose my method to you, and to cure him, I must take him away.”
Upon hearing this, Mr.
and Mrs.
Xiahou exchanged glances, each seeing confusion in the other’s eyes.
Xiahou Xin shook his head, saying: “This…
seems inappropriate, in case…”
What Xiahou Xin didn’t say out loud, but it was obvious—what if they abduct Xiahou Que?
The person in the black cloak coldly said: “A madman, who would abduct him?
Make a decision quickly, agree or not?”
“This…” Xiahou Xin hesitated, lowering his head to ponder.
The person under the black cloak let out a cold snort, leaving Xiahou Xin no time to consider, suddenly turning towards the door.
“Wait a moment, I agree.” Gritting his teeth, Xiahou Xin agreed.
Hearing this, the person under the black cloak stopped in his tracks, at that moment no one saw, but under his dark cloak, a sinister smile briefly appeared: “You’ve made the right decision, when your son returns, he will be more than human.”