In a quiet room, the bloody stains on the floor tiles looked like a crime scene.
Looking at the man in front of him, who resembled a rotten apple in autumn, Wei Chang Tian was both shocked and speechless.
He never thought that Li Su Yue’s husband, who had been missing for three years, was actually still alive, and that he would be rescued by the Justice League in such a way.
“You’re Wang Qian? The former head of the Hu Men Escort Agency?”
Wei Chang Tian sat down casually, his tone calm.
Wang Qian could see that the young master in front of him was not ordinary and immediately lowered his head to answer: “Yes, it’s me.”
“Just now, you mentioned you have a wife and son. What are their names?”
“My wife is named Su Yue, and my son is named Wang Ran…”
“Uh…”
After confirming again, Wei Chang Tian exchanged a glance with Chu Xian Ping and continued to ask in a calm tone: “How did you come to the Rui Lei Gate, and what have you been doing for the past three years?”
“…”
Wang Qian felt that Wei Chang Tian might know about his family’s situation, but he didn’t dare to say more, and could only answer bitterly:
“Two young masters, I was ambushed by the Rui Lei Gate three years ago while escorting goods…”
“At the time, all my fellow escorts were killed by the Rui Lei Gate, but they seemed to know my name, so they didn’t kill me. Instead, they imprisoned me on the mountain and forced me to teach the Rui Lei Gate members martial arts…”
“So…”
Wei Chang Tian’s eyes narrowed: “You’ve been a teacher for the Rui Lei Gate for three years?”
“Sir, I didn’t want to do that!”
Wang Qian knelt down with a thud, kowtowing and explaining in a trembling voice: “But if I didn’t comply, they would have tortured me with all sorts of cruel methods.”
“They promised to release me after five years, and I… I was thinking of my family, so… so I agreed…”
“Two young masters, I really know my mistake… I’m willing to do anything for you, even die…”
“Just please, two young masters, have mercy on me…”
“Thud, thud, thud…”
Wang Qian’s forehead hit the ground, making a dull sound, and soon his forehead was covered in blood, showing that he wasn’t just pretending to kowtow, but was really afraid that Wei Chang Tian and Chu Xian Ping would kill him if they were unhappy.
After all, he had indeed taught the Rui Lei Gate members martial arts.
And Wei Chang Tian and Chu Xian Ping had just destroyed the Rui Lei Gate, so it was only natural that they would kill him.
Wang Qian’s worries were not unfounded, but he had misjudged the direction.
Wei Chang Tian did have the intention to kill, but not because he had “aided the enemy”…
It was simply because he didn’t want Wang Qian to have the chance to appear in front of Li Su Yue again.
…
If he had known that Wang Qian was still alive, Wei Chang Tian would definitely not have arranged for Li Su Yue to marry Zhang San.
But now that things had come to this, a decision had to be made.
To be fair, this choice should be made by Li Su Yue herself.
However……
On one side was her ex-husband, who had been “dead” for three years and had just reappeared, and on the other side was her current husband, whom she had just married not long ago.
It was unclear how Li Suoyue would choose between Wei Changtian, but it was very clear that this was going to be a melodramatic farce, and the ending would definitely leave all three people hurt to varying degrees.
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The way to minimize the “hurt” was to directly kill Wang Qian.
This way, only Wang Qian would be “hurt”, and Li Suoyue and Zhang San could continue their blissful lives, unaware of the truth.
Of course, this was unfair to Wang Qian.
He hadn’t done anything wrong, and from his various performances, he should have been full of emotions for Li Suoyue.
In the end, not only did his virtuous wife become someone else’s, but he also had to die because of it……
But did this have nothing to do with Wei Changtian?
No.
Yet, it was hard to avoid feeling a bit awkward in his heart.
Chu Xianping, sitting beside him, didn’t say a word, clearly not wanting to interfere with Wei Changtian’s decision.
Wang Qian, kneeling at his feet, was still kowtowing, his tears and blood mixing together, covering his dry and withered face.
Alas……
Wei Changtian let out a soft sigh, gently grasping the hilt of his sword.
“Wang, I’m sorry.”
“……”
The man’s body, prostrated on the ground, slowly stiffened, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
Although he was a sixth-grade warrior, when he saw Wei Changtian’s calm demeanor, he knew he had no chance of escaping with his life through brute force.
“Wait, young master.”
At this moment, Chu Xianping suddenly spoke up.
Wang Qian’s eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, but it was immediately replaced by deeper despair.
“I’ll take care of this.”
“……”
Chu Xianping wanted to take matters into his own hands, and Wei Changtian naturally knew why.
However, this move was actually just a futile attempt to cover up the truth, since Wang Qian would ultimately die at someone’s hands, and the decision was made by himself.
“No need.”
Wei Changtian shook his head, refusing Chu Xianping’s kindness, and with a “clanging” sound, drew out his long sword.
“Wang, we have no grudge, and I’m killing you out of necessity.”
“Your wife and children are currently living well, they just think you’re already dead.”
“So…… it’s just going to be like this.”
“……”
Wang Qian seemed to understand something in an instant.
He suddenly widened his eyes, but his body was like being hit by a bullet, first trembling violently, then losing all his strength.
However, in his final moment of life, he still managed to muster up the strength to lift his head, and then heavily kowtowed to the ground.
“Thud!”
This kowtow was heavier than any before.
This kowtow seemed to have used up a man’s entire dignity.
“This young master, I don’t ask to live, I just ask…… to see my wife and children one last time.”
“……”
Sunlight streams through the window, reflecting off the gleaming, mirror-like blade.
……
“Whoosh!”
Guī Chén’s sword falls swiftly, tearing through the air with a sharp hiss.
Liáng Jìn’s serious face relaxes as she sheathes her sword, exhaling a mouthful of turbid air before wiping the fine sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
“Miss Liáng, are you done with today’s sword practice?”
Yuàn, carrying a wooden basin, happens to pass by and stops with a smile, asking, “It seems like you’re finishing later than usual today?”
Liáng Jìn massages her sore shoulders: “Yes, starting today, I need to practice my sword three thousand times a day.”
“Wow, that’s exhausting.”
Yuàn sticks out her tongue, as if she’s the one practicing the sword.
Just then, Lǐ Sùyuè’s voice suddenly comes from the front courtyard.
“Yuàn, did Grandfather say when he’ll be back today?”
“No!”
Yuàn responds loudly, then curtsies to Liáng Jìn and heads towards the front courtyard, carrying the wooden basin. However, she almost bumps into a little boy hiding in the corner, secretly “practicing” his moves.
“Eh, Rán, what are you doing sitting here?”
“……”
The little boy is also startled, looking guilty as he grabs Yuàn’s sleeve, his chubby little hand pointing towards the front courtyard, his head shaking like a rattle drum.
“Hehehe, I know, I know, I won’t tell your mom.”
Yuàn immediately understands the meaning behind the little boy’s gestures, and can’t help but chuckle softly: “But your dad will be back soon, Rán, why don’t you go wait for him at the door?”
Dad.
This term was once unfamiliar to the little boy, but now it has a very clear referent.
“……”
His eyes light up, and he nods vigorously.