"Young Master Yang, it will happen, and we will make him experience the ten greatest tortures of the Qing dynasty."

A Bao nodded and said.

He naturally knew what kind of humiliation the young master of the Yang Family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, had suffered; he had been estranged from women for life.

"Once we deal with that kid, Ruan Xinxue, that bitch, must die too. If I can't have her, then I'll destroy her!"

Yang Buqun's face was full of resentment and venom, he said coldly.

While Yang Buqun and A Bao were discussing how to torture Qin Yang, the door of the luxurious hospital room was gently pushed open.

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."

A faint, icy voice reached the ears of both men.

"Who are you?"

Yang Buqun's expression changed, staring at the figure at the door of the ward, he asked.

At the ward entrance was a figure dressed in a black suit.

The figure was six feet tall, with a burly build and rugged features, and those pitch-black eyes full of Spiritual Energy gave Yang Buqun a slight sense of familiarity.

This sense of familiarity puzzled Yang Buqun, as he was quite sure he had never seen this person before.

"Naturally, I'm the one who's going to take your life."

The figure in black curled the corner of his mouth in a cold smile, pointing a gun straight at Yang Buqun.

A Bao, seeing the situation, quickly reached for the gun at his waist, yet he was still a step too late.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared in A Bao's forehead, causing him to collapse to the ground as blood gushed out.

The figure in black pointed the dark gun muzzle back at Yang Buqun.

Seeing this, Yang Buqun's face turned deathly pale; this person acted decisively, and he was indeed here to kill him!

"Don't kill me... I'm a member of the Yang Family, if you kill me, you'll never escape, tell me who sent you, I'm willing to pay you double..."

Under the looming threat of death, Yang Buqun felt genuine fear, his face showing panic.

Though he could no longer be with women, he certainly did not want to die; being a member of the Yang Family, he had limitless wealth and prosperity to enjoy.

"Hehe, very well, so you can die with some peace."

The figure in black faintly smiled, forming a Spell Seal with one hand.

Snap, crackle!

The tall and sturdy figure's bones made crisp noises, and his height dropped slightly as the high cheekbones on his rugged face swiftly changed.

Within two breaths, the tall and robust man's visage turned into that of a slim youth.

"It's you, Qin Yang?!"

Yang Buqun's face was filled with astonishment, his pupils full of disbelief.

"Are you human or ghost?"

A person's appearance and height had so vividly transformed into the one he loathed and most wanted to kill in his heart; this was bound to evoke fear.

"Hehe, what do you think?"

Qin Yang chuckled lightly.

"No, impossible, how could you possibly still be alive! Where's the Dark Baron? Where's A Long?"

Yang Buqun exclaimed in terror.

"They're already dead; you can go down and join them."

Qin Yang said coldly, the gun aimed at the center of Yang Buqun's brow.

"No, don't kill me, Qin Yang, Young Master Qin, I promise not to trouble you anymore, from now on we can go our separate ways..."

Under the threat of death, Yang Buqun had no choice but to concede and first stabilize Qin Yang, waiting to escape this ordeal before seeking his grandfathers' help to deploy the Yang Family's power to eliminate this guy.

"Too late, I have already given you a chance. If you pursued Sister Ruan through proper means, that would have been your freedom; no one would make a move against you. Blame your despicable methods; therefore, you deserve death!"

Qin Yang said with a frosty demeanor.

"No, you can't kill me, if you kill me, the Yang Family will never let you go; my Yang Family is a top-tier family in the Capital City, and the family's ancestor is an Earth Tier expert, further backed by a powerful sect. If you kill me, your whole family will die! Everyone connected to you will die!"

Yang Buqun exclaimed in panic, voicing anything that might deter Qin Yang.

"Earth Tier expert?"

Qin Yang raised his eyebrow, having learned much about Ancient Martial Artists now.

In the Ancient Martial Realm, Profound Tier experts are not too uncommon, but the promotion from Profound Tier to Earth's Tier is exceedingly difficult.

The gap between the two is vast, which is why third-rate Ancient Martial Sects and second-rate Ancient Martial Sects are on entirely different levels; an Earth Tier expert can easily crush dozens of complete Late Stage Profound Tier experts.

"Yes, my Yang Family's ancestor is an Earth Tier expert; if you kill me, you'll face endless trouble; spare me, and from now on, we can go our separate ways..."

Yang Buqun said.

"Spare you? Hehe, so you can send assassins against me, but I can't retaliate? Besides, who will see that it's me who killed you, when all the surveillance cameras will only show this face killing you!"

Qin Yang sneered, his bones raised in height and his appearance shifted back to the previous tall and burly man.

Bang!

With those words, Qin Yang did not hesitate to pull the trigger; a bloody hole appeared in Yang Buqun's forehead, and he collapsed backward onto the hospital bed, blood spurting out and staining the sheets red.

With two successive gunshots resounding through the hospital, the soundproofing of this luxurious ward was good but couldn't entirely mask the gunfire.

Outside in the corridor of the luxurious ward, eight or nine hospital security guards with electric batons cautiously approached.

Hospital director Ji Ankang, although feeling uneasy, followed behind the security guards at this time; the source of the gunshots was, after all, the luxurious ward where Yang Buqun of the Yang Family was staying; he couldn't not go take a look.

When the first gunshot sounded, the hospital had already called the police, but unexpectedly, a second shot rang out not long after, which gave Ji Ankang quite a fright.

Just as Ji Ankang and the security guards cautiously peeked around the corner to observe the luxurious ward, a tall and burly black-clad figure emerged, holding a gun.

Upon seeing this, Ji Ankang's face turned ghostly pale, and a term popped into his mind: assassin! And this assassin was here to assassinate Young Master Yang.

The figure in black walked steadily, glancing casually at Ji Ankang and the few security guards pressed tightly against the wall, their legs trembling uncontrollably, before leaving expressionlessly.

"Director, he's gone; are you alright..."

A security guard beside Ji Ankang said, his face white.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Ji Ankang shook his head, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. That person's gaze just now was terrifying; an assassin—a real assassin!

"Eh? What's that smell of urine?"

Ji Ankang suddenly sniffed, frowned, and, turning his gaze, immediately found one of the security guards before him, his face ghostly pale, and his crotch wet, dripping down.

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