Chapter 336: Chapter 334: The Flas of Revenge
Qin Wentian also heard the contents of the news. He struggled to lift half of his body and then stared intently at the news screen, gritting his teeth.
After a long ti, he angrily said, “In this world, so people truly can do whatever they please!!”
Qin Hao didn’t say much, just stood silently in place, his eyes flashing with a frightening cold light. He was silent for a while, then turned around and walked out, went into a storage room on one side of the cabin, picked out a hatchet, and then walked out the door.
The rising morning sun in the eastern sky cast a large swath of bright scarlet. The golden light shone on Qin Hao’s back, with a few roaring heavy trucks occasionally passing by on the highway next to the flat house.
Qin Hao’s back was lonely and tragically heroic, like an injured lone wolf, eyes emitting a murderous glow, dragging the hatchet, facing the direction of the morning sun, he walked step by step into the darkness.
anwhile, at the Fenghua Pharmaceutical Group, in Lin Yuhan’s office.
She lay on her desk, crying loudly. Not long ago, she also learned the news that the Qin Family was exterminated, and the Qin Group was annexed by the Xiao Family.
No one from the Qin Family was spared, and fueled by the Song and Xiao families, rumors spread outside that Qin Hao was already dead.
At the mont she heard the news, Lin Yuhan was like struck by lightning, standing there dazed as if she lost her soul.
It was precisely at this mont that she realized that Qin Hao had already silently entered her heart, becoming so important and indispensable.
And now, all of this felt like the end of the world, and Lin Yuhan’s emotions collapsed directly. She imdiately hid in the office, lay on the desk, and cried for a very long ti.
Finally, Lin Yuhan slowly cald down her emotions. She gently lifted her head, and her eyes beca determined. At this mont, the only power supporting her to live was already transford into hatred.
She dried the tears from her face and secretly made a very significant decision in her heart!!!
At the sa mont, in the Junhao Hotel under the Song Family’s banner.
In a penthouse presidential suite, Song Hechuan, Yu Lie, and Song Ying were having a small private party. Although the party wasn’t large, the atmosphere was incredibly joyful.
Song Hechuan lay casually on a comfortable sofa, holding a glass of champagne, humming a tune with narrowed eyes. Yu Lie sat beside Song Hechuan, wearing an equally joyful and delighted expression.
Song Ying, dressed in a black long dress, appeared extrely dignified. She also held a glass, took a gentle sip, then seeing Yu Lie and Song Hechuan so happy, asked:
“What good news has happened that puts you in such a great mood?”
Song Hechuan took a big sip of wine and said delightedly, “Haha, my dear sister, you don’t know yet?”
“The Qin Family is completely finished, this ti, truly finished!”
Yu Lie chid in, saying, “That’s right. Yesterday, the entire Qin Family was massacred by our father, Qin Langya, the old bastard, was directly beaten to death by Mr. Zheng, who ca from the provincial governnt!”
“Haha! It’s just a pity that we didn’t get to witness it personally, truly regrettable!”
Song Hechuan and Song Ying heard Yu Lie refer to Song Changqing as father without the slightest change in expression. This is because Yu Lie’s real identity is a bastard son of Song Changqing.
Now, with only the three siblings around, there was naturally nothing more to hide. Moreover, since the Qin Family’s demise, Song Changqing could openly seize the wealth left by Yu Qing without needing to use the excuse of an illegitimate child.
Hearing this news, Song Ying’s eyes lit up montarily, and then as if realizing sothing, continued to ask, “What about Qin Hao? Is he dead too?”
Upon hearing the na Qin Hao, Song Hechuan experienced a mont of instinctive panic, but then arrogantly laughed.
“Ahahaha! Of course, Qin Hao is dead too. Although there was no body at the scene, with the Qin Family completely finished, how long can a re Qin Hao hang on?”
“Exactly, sister. Qin Hao was gravely injured and now might very well be a rotting corpse sowhere, unrecognizable. Why worry?”
Song Ying also smiled slightly at these words, but her face still showed a worried expression, cautiously saying, “We can’t say that for sure. Without seeing a body, we shouldn’t be too careless.”
Song Hechuan gave a dismissive laugh and said, “Qin Hao offended the Xiao Family, and with Young Master Xiao truly angered, the Xiao Family forcefully intervened. They are currently conducting a city-wide manhunt for Qin Hao. There’s no need to fret; Qin Hao can’t even protect himself now. What’s to worry about?”
Yu Lie dismissively echoed, “Exactly, could it be that Qin Hao dares to seek revenge on us now, haha!!”
The chain of arrogant laughter had not yet ceased when the door of the presidential suite was suddenly opened.
A man with a grim face stood outside the door, clutching a hatchet in his hand, and walked in step by step.
Yu Lie’s laughter abruptly stopped, frozen like a duck with its neck clamped, his expression locked in place, unable to utter a word for a long ti.
He stared dead at the door, then in shock, uttered two words: “Qin Hao??”
How could it be!
Qin Hao!
To appear right before his eyes?
Song Hechuan’s eyes widened in disbelief!
Qin Hao dragged the hatchet, slowly walking inside.
After entering the door, he gently closed it, followed by a click, locking it.
The room plunged into dead silence.
Qin Hao raised his eyes, a pair filled with blood-like a hungry wolf, coldly giving them all a glance.
Yu Lie and Song Ying were so terrified they took two steps back imdiately; those eyes were too horrifying. Intimidated by Qin Hao’s aura, they trembled all over, dare not move an inch.
Song Hechuan slumped on the sofa, his lips quivering, shouting loudly towards the door, “Soone! Where is everyone!?”
This was a Song Family hotel, and during such a particular stage, the hotel security was naturally enhanced, with nurous guards and experts protecting their safety both openly and covertly.
Yet, Song Hechuan’s shouting didn’t yield any result. The entire floor of the hotel remained silent. Only a drop of bright red blood fell from Qin Hao’s hatchet.
Drip.
In the silent room, the blood not yet dried on the hatchet gently dripped down, slowly pooling into a small crimson puddle on the expensive marble floor.
Qin Hao remained silent, but the bright red blood already provided the clearest answer.
Night Emperor’s wrath,
Blood flows like a river!
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