Chapter 350: You Can Cry Now

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: You Can Cry Now

Staring into Qin Tianxuan’s cold eyes and at the infamous Unrivaled Military Dagger before him, the adjutant pissed his pants and shakily took out a Northern Domain-issued communicator.

The disgruntled voice of Fan Zhongyi, the Northern Domain’s Vice Commander, crackled through the communicator. "How are things going with my son? That tomb situation is a hassle. I don’t care who you’re up against, just cripple them on the spot. Then toss them in a car and bring them back for me to deal with!"

The adjutant’s teeth chattered, and he was stammering too badly to speak.

"I asked you how it’s going! He’s my only son, you know. Are you deaf or mute?" Commander Fan raged.

The adjutant finally managed a shriek. "A supreme directive! You are ordered to report to the Jianghua Tomb within fifteen minutes!"

Commander Fan was stunned. "Is this an order from Lord Wutian?"

The adjutant trembled. "N-no, it’s not."

"Then who the hell is it? Which leader from the Six Halls or the Ninth Army?" Commander Fan’s voice trembled now, too.

’He was afraid of any leader from the Six Halls or the Ninth Army.’

The adjutant stared at the dagger, swallowing hard. "It’s... it’s the one even higher up!"

THUD. It sounded like someone had fallen over on the other end of the line, which then went silent.

Qin Tianxuan tapped the adjutant’s neck again with his dagger. "See those rich kids over there?"

The adjutant trembled and nodded.

"Go over there and slap their faces. Don’t stop until Fan Zhongyi gets here."

The adjutant’s face was a contorted mess. "I... I wouldn’t dare!"

SHINK!

The dagger pierced his cheek, gouging out a row of his teeth.

The adjutant writhed in agony on the ground.

Qin Tianxuan pinned him to the ground with his foot. "Say that again. Do you dare now?"

The adjutant nodded frantically.

Qin Tianxuan flicked the blood from his dagger. "Then what are you waiting for? Go!"

The adjutant didn’t dare hesitate a moment longer. He quickly pulled out a first-aid kit to stop the bleeding, then, with half his face wrapped in bandages, he charged toward the group of upper-echelon kids.

’Shit!’

’What the hell is happening!’

Young Master Fan and the others, terrified by the scene, leaped into their cars and slammed on the gas, trying to flee.

BOOM!

With a massive explosion, fire and smoke billowed into the air.

The first few cars, belonging to the Fan Family’s Personal Guard, were blown to smithereens.

Debris rained down from the sky.

"This area is now restricted!" At some point, Wutian’s soldiers had surrounded the tomb, even deploying armored combat vehicles.

A single shell from a cannon sent Young Master Fan and his friends scrambling and tumbling out of their vehicles.

They ended up in a pathetic heap on the ground.

The girl among them burst into tears, her makeup streaking down her face like a grotesque mask.

"My dad is the Left Guard of the War Department!" the girl sobbed, gasping for breath. "I’m going home to tell him, and he’ll bring his men and kill every last one of you!"

Just then, the bandaged adjutant appeared, his face half-covered in blood. With a single slap, he knocked the idiotic woman out cold.

The adjutant was also from the Battle Department. Despite his serious injuries, handling a few spoiled brats was a simple task.

He raised his hand and began slapping the faces of the rich kids, one by one.

Young Master Fan shrieked, "You bastard! How dare you! My dad will never let you get away with this!"

A vicious glint appeared in the adjutant’s eyes. "You fucking idiot! I’ve been sick of you for years. Your dad is finished, you get it?"

He punctuated each curse with a slap.

The adjutant slapped him for a full ten minutes, until his hand was swollen. Just then, a fighter jet made a frantic landing nearby.

Commander Fan, accompanied by the Battle Department’s Left and Right Guard Officers, scrambled off the jet and immediately prostrated himself, crawling and rolling across the ground toward them.

Wutian now appeared silently, his eyes filled with a murderous aura.

He clutched a document in his hand, grinding his teeth so hard they creaked.

"Sir, Fan Zhongyi is a massive problem. He’s connected to the Qin Family—"

THWACK!

Before Wutian could finish, Qin Tianxuan sent him flying with a kick.

He scrambled back to his feet, head bowed.

Qin Tianxuan grabbed him by the collar. "Of all my men, you’re the one I worried about least, the one I trusted most! So tell me, where the hell did this pack of privileged brats come from? What kind of job are you doing as the Northern Domain Grand Commander? Is this how the Martial Venerable Hall operates?"

Wutian remained silent.

Seeing this, the hearts of Fan Zhongyi and the others, still crawling over, turned to ice.

’We’re finished!’

’Even Lord Wutian... he got hit.’

’How are we supposed to get out of this?’

Fan Zhongyi desperately gritted his teeth and whispered to the men beside him, "Even if they kill us, don’t say a word about the Daqin Royal Family. The money we’ve embezzled is enough to get us executed ten times over. Remember, deny it to your dying breath! The worst that can happen is prison, and we can still get out of that!"

The Left and Right Guard Officers knew their spoiled brats had caused a catastrophe this time and nodded frantically. "We’re all in this together. Even if we’re facing the Night Emperor himself, we have to find a way through this."

Across from them, Young Master Fan began to shriek. "Dad, help me! Why are you on the ground? I’m scared! I want to go home! I want my mommy..."

The other brats were also bawling their eyes out.

Qin Tianxuan ripped off Young Master Fan’s jacket and used it to gently wipe his dagger. "Fan Zhongyi. Get over here."

His tone was level, but utterly terrifying.

A tremor went through Fan Zhongyi. He stiffened his neck and stood up. "Sir, I can explain. I would never—"

SHINK!

A flash of light, and the Unrivaled Military Dagger ran him through.

Fan Zhongyi’s eyes bulged in utter disbelief.

’Did he... did he really just do it?’

Qin Tianxuan kicked the body aside and, with a savage grin, dragged over Young Master Fan, who had soiled himself. "Your dad’s dead. You can cry for real now."

He turned and kicked Wutian again. "You deal with the rest! What was that they said? That they can’t cry unless it’s their own family? Fine. Give them a real reason to weep."

Tossing aside Young Master Fan’s jacket, Qin Tianxuan sheathed his dagger and walked away without a backward glance.

Soon, the sound of wailing filled the air.