Chapter 3: You All Deserve to Die!

“Mohan!”

At the sight of the newcomer, Li An’an’s heart jolted. Instinctively, she sprang up from Tan Xiaorong’s lap, flustered and uneasy, scrambling to explain, “I was only doing this to save Xiaoxiao!”

Mohan’s cold, sinister gaze slid from Li An’an to Tan Xiaorong.

A flash of annoyance crossed Tan Xiaorong’s eyes. He said, “Miss Li, is this your idea of sincerity?”

Li An’an trembled, her face turning deathly pale.

Tan Xiaorong sneered coldly, “You had your husband come here to ruin things? It seems you don’t want me to let your daughter go after all!”

Li An’an shuddered, hastily shaking her head, “Young Master Tan, let me explain, he didn’t come because I called him. I’ll make him leave right now!”

She turned to Mohan, pleading, “Mohan, please go home. I’ll stay and drink with Young Master Tan, and then he’ll let Xiaoxiao go.”

Mohan looked at her, shaking his head. “You’re too naive.”

She had no idea of the value of her daughter’s spirit eyes, nor that the Tan family had already paid the Li family a hundred million. How could they possibly let Xiaoxiao go?

“If he’s not gone in one minute, you’ll be collecting your daughter’s corpse,” Tan Xiaorong said in a low, menacing voice.

Li An’an’s heart trembled. She screamed at Mohan, “I told you to get out, didn’t you hear me?”

She stepped forward, shoving at him, desperate, “Do you want to see your daughter lose her eyes? Please, just go! I’m begging you!”

“You can’t save Xiaoxiao.”

At these words, Mohan turned his icy gaze on Tan Xiaorong. His voice grew even colder. “Bring me my daughter, or today will be your death.”

With that, a freezing aura radiated from Mohan, chilling the air.

Tan Xiaorong stiffened, but quickly dismissed the murderous intent as a bluff. He sneered, “And if I say no?”

He looked at Mohan with utter contempt.

Just a worthless, dependent fool—how dare he threaten him? Today, he’d teach this loser a lesson he’d never forget.

“I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

With those words, Mohan became a blur, and in the next instant, he was upon Tan Xiaorong, his fist crashing into his face.

Bang!

One blow—an eye socket shattered.

Bang!

Another punch—the bridge of his nose broke.

Bang!

A third—his mouthful of bloody teeth exploded.

Tan Xiaorong’s screams echoed as he collapsed into a pool of blood.

Time itself seemed to freeze. Li An’an clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Was this really her meek, unremarkable husband?

But soon, terror outweighed her shock.

Mohan had beaten Tan Xiaorong so badly—the Tan family would never let her daughter go now, perhaps not even their entire family!

She looked at Mohan, felt his frigid aura, and wanted to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

This was no longer the same Mohan, the bullied son-in-law of before.

He was—

The Lord of the Netherworld, master over life and death.

Those who challenged him would meet a grim end.

“Worthless scum! You’re dead! Not even the gods can save you now! No, I’ll make sure your whole family dies without a corpse left to bury!”

Tan Xiaorong, regaining consciousness, howled at Mohan in rage and hatred.

One eye was destroyed, his nose broken, and teeth knocked out—all from Mohan’s fists.

It was a humiliation beyond endurance, an irreconcilable vendetta.

“Guards! Guards!”

Tan Xiaorong roared. In moments, more than a dozen estate security guards burst in.

“Beat him to death! Do it! I’ll take full responsibility!” he screamed at them.

Li An’an trembled, shouting at Mohan, “Run! What are you waiting for?!”

Mohan glanced at her coolly. He said nothing.

These guards, to him, were no more than ants.

At that moment, the guards charged him, wielding knives, batons, steel pipes—all aimed at Mohan’s torso.

“No—!” Li An’an shrieked when one guard swung a blade at Mohan’s head, yet he didn’t move. She squeezed her eyes shut in despair, unable to watch.

But as the first guard raised the machete to bring it down, Mohan moved.

A killing intent, cold as death, burst from him, freezing the atmosphere.

“A pack of ants dares try to kill me?!”

Mohan gazed icily at the guard.

The man quailed; in Mohan’s eyes, he saw an endless abyss—terror and slaughter without end. Fear surged from his heart; the blade in his hand could move no further.

The rest of the guards, too, stared at Mohan as if they were face to face with the God of Death. Their bodies shook, their legs turned to jelly, and none dared to move.

“Go! Go! Kill him! Kill him!” Tan Xiaorong, seeing his men cowed by Mohan’s presence, swallowed nervously, then frantically urged them to attack.

But it was useless—utterly useless.

Mohan, now awakened as the Lord of the Netherworld, wielded power over life and death. How could ordinary guards hope to harm him?

He snorted, lifted a hand, and slapped—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before they could react, the guards were sent flying.

Crash!

A single slap sent more than ten men hurtling away.

Such terror—like a god descended to earth!

Tan Xiaorong and Li An’an stared, wide-eyed, their souls shaken to the core.

Mohan dusted off his hands and turned to look at the still-prone Tan Xiaorong.

“Don’t—don’t come any closer! My father is Tan Taijun, and the Tan family is one of Qian City’s top three powers. If you touch me, you’ll never get away with it!”

Now Tan Xiaorong was truly afraid. Mohan’s strength filled him with terror.

He wasn’t human—not human at all!

“So what? You coveted my daughter’s spirit eyes, threatened my wife—not just you, but your entire Tan family will pay the price!”

With that, Mohan smashed his fist into Tan Xiaorong’s shin.

Crack!

The clear sound of bone snapping rang out. With one punch, Mohan broke his leg.

“Ah!” Tan Xiaorong let out an inhuman howl, writhing in agony.

“Stop! Or I’ll kill your daughter!” a furious roar came from outside the door.

Mohan turned. There stood a middle-aged man holding his daughter, a gleaming dagger pressed to her throat.

Behind the man, a dense crowd of thugs—at least a hundred strong.

But what made Mohan’s blood boil was that his daughter’s eyes were covered with gauze, and there were bloodstains on her cheeks.

“Damn you!”

“All of you deserve to die!”

“Your entire Tan family deserves to die!”

“Ahhh!”

Mohan’s heart bled; his rage soared to the heavens as he charged at the middle-aged man.

He had never imagined he’d be too late. The Tan family had already removed his daughter’s corneas!

He would make the Tan family pay a terrible price.