Su Mingzhe wailed in pain.
Xu Junhua also felt her heart pain intensifying, her eyes filled with regret.
"Son, I'm in pain too. Everything we have now stems from that old thing, Old Mrs. Su."
"I truly shouldn't have resented the entire Mu family over one incident. Now, this retribution has befallen us."
"We deserve this!"
Both of them were consumed by endless regret, yet they lacked the courage to end their own lives.
The pain grew more severe.
The two staggered, intending to leave. But as they reached the doorway, they saw several men in black standing there.
Their gazes were cold, their eyes filled with a sense of schadenfreude.
Witnessing the plight of this mother and son, and recalling their past actions, all they could say was, "They deserve it!"
Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Su had arrived at a rural manor in the suburbs.
Upon reaching the entrance, she straightened her clothes and then raised her hand to knock on the door.
Her eyes held reverence and fear.
A low, hoarse voice emerged from within.
"Who is it?"
"Old Zhao, it's me."
The door creaked open quickly.
A skeleton-thin old man appeared at the threshold, his pale, sallow face stretched taut like skin over bone.
His cloudy eyes held a hint of confusion.
"Old Mrs. Su, why have you come at this hour?"
"Shouldn't you be at the Su family's home at this time? Why didn't the person I arranged for you show up?"
Old Mrs. Su's voice trembled slightly, "That person is dead, and he died at Mu Feng's hands. Mu Feng is now at the Su family villa, and he might get information from the person you arranged."
"And why haven't you taken action yourselves? Didn't you say that Mu Feng, in front of you, is just an ant you can crush at will?"
Her words carried a trace of accusation.
Old Zhao, however, suddenly slapped her.
"Slap!"
The crisp sound of the slap was exceptionally loud.
Before Old Mrs. Su could react, she was sent tumbling to the ground. Already advanced in years, the blow made her head buzz.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Only then did she realize that she was facing this terrifying man, not Mu Feng.
In front of Old Zhao, she had no recourse.
"I'm sorry, I misspoke just now. Mu Feng is indeed at the villa, and he has already dealt with your man."
"I had no choice but to come to you."
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao's brows furrowed. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he said with fury, "Mu Feng actually let you go? He must intend to follow the trail."
"It's highly probable that Mu Feng is already following you."
"You fool, do you want to get me killed?"
His eyes flashed with escalating anger; he wanted to strike Old Mrs. Su dead with a single blow.
But he knew he couldn't. At this critical juncture, Old Mrs. Su was a puppet in his hand, possibly even a tool he could exploit.
Killing her would be too much of a waste.
Old Mrs. Su's expression shifted slightly, and then she tentatively said, "Mu Feng didn't kill me because he cares too much about Su Nianxue's feelings."
"That's why he spared my life. He wouldn't follow me now; he's interrogating the person you sent."
"It will definitely take some time, and he certainly wouldn't have expected me to come to you for help to continue our revenge."
Hearing this, Old Zhao's expression grew even more enraged, "You're usually so clever; how have you become an idiot?"
"Mu Feng actually brought the person I sent to you."
"That likely means he's extracted all the information. The person I sent doesn't even know my specific details; he's just a pawn in my hand."
"If Mu Feng doesn't get the information, he'll surely find another way. And you are his last lead."
With that, Old Zhao wasted no time and immediately got up to go inside. He needed to quickly pack some things and leave immediately, absolutely not allowing Mu Feng to discover him.
Just as he was about to step inside, a mocking voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Old woman, you've come this far, no need to play along. Since you decided to help me lure out the person behind this, you've succeeded. I'll spare your life."
Old Zhao abruptly turned, his eyes blazing with fury.
His gaze was filled with a sense of righteousness: "So it was really you, old man, who sold me out?"
Just moments ago, he had been wondering how someone as intelligent as Old Mrs. Su could suddenly act so foolishly.
But he had overlooked one crucial matter.
Old Mrs. Su's heart was like a scorching fire at this moment; the emotion of revenge had clouded her judgment.
The pressure Mu Feng exerted on her was immense.
Especially just now, she had been teetering on the brink of life and death.
All that remained in her heart was one thought: to take revenge on Mu Feng and make him wish he were dead.
Coupled with Old Zhao's assurance that Mu Feng was no match for him, Old Mrs. Su had rushed over impatiently.
Old Mrs. Su now wanted to explain. She wanted to tell Old Zhao that she hadn't deliberately cooperated with Mu Feng to betray him.
But rather, Mu Feng was talking nonsense.
Before she could speak, a silver needle had already pierced her back.
She opened her mouth but could utter no sound. The expression on her face contorted. At this moment, her heart was filled with urgency and terror.
Mu Feng's voice, tinged with a smile, echoed, "I said I wouldn't kill you, but I didn't say I would save you."
"That old man probably despises you now, and you also carry a蛊虫 (gǔ chóng - poison/worm) left by him."
"If he wants to kill you, it's merely a matter of a thought."
"And you are now a traitor in his eyes."
As he spoke, Old Mrs. Su's face contorted further, and extreme terror surged within her.
She had lived for so many years and didn't want to die.
But at this moment, she felt something wriggling inside her.
And it was moving towards her head.
Mu Feng walked past her directly, his gaze falling on Old Zhao.
"Your蛊虫 play is quite good!"
"You have at least dozens of types of insects hidden on you. However, those small insects have no effect on me whatsoever."
"And you know this, which is why you've been hiding in the shadows, wanting to strike when I'm not prepared."
"In my eyes, you're just a slightly larger insect, but you have considerable value for exploitation. At the very least, I can extract useful information from you."