Li Qingfeng's deep, frenzied eyes bloomed with murderous intent upon seeing Mu Jiuchen. A terrifying, ferocious smile stretched across his face. This version of Li Qingfeng appeared powerful and unfathomable.
"Mu Jiuchen, since you're here, it saves me another trip. If you don't want me to live, then we'll go to hell together." His voice was mad, laced with profound hatred.
Years of anger and humiliation were unleashed at this moment.
Even his walk seemed to stir rolling waves around him, carrying a thick killing intent.
He, Li Qingfeng, had always been ruthless. Harming the innocent was common when he took action.
Previously, when he harmed someone, his father would protect him, and he feared nothing.
But today, the father who loved him had suddenly become his adoptive father.
Mu Yunlei, that coward, possessed ambition but was timid and hesitant. How could such a person be worthy of being his father?
That was the shame of his life!
Upon discovering the truth, he wished he had never known it. He, Li Qingfeng, had lived his life like a joke.
His mother was shameless, and his father, for his own selfish gain, had made him a child of the Li family.
He, a child born of conspiracy and schemes, was truly pathetic!
Mu Jiuchen watched Li Qingfeng approach, a sinister killing intent swirling in his eyes.
His tall, upright figure stood in the corridor, his inherent nobility crushing Li Qingfeng.
He unhurriedly moved his hands. Business had been too busy these years, but he had also exercised regularly.
While not as skilled as Nuannuan, he was more than capable of dealing with trash like Li Qingfeng.
"Mu Jiuchen, die!" Li Qingfeng lunged at Mu Jiuchen, brandishing his knife.
Mu Jiuchen's gaze instantly turned cold. He dodged sharply to the side, spun around, and powerfully kicked Li Qingfeng in the backside with his long leg.
*Thwack...*
Li Qingfeng sprawled on the ground like a dog, his long knife flying out of his hand.
Mu Jiuchen pressed his advantage, bending down, grabbing Li Qingfeng by the collar, and pulling him up to punch him fiercely in the face.
"Bastard, I've been holding back so much to lure you out. Since you're here today, you're not leaving." Mu Jiuchen spoke between blows. After a few punches, Li Qingfeng's face was splattered with blood, his original features unrecognizable.
Fearing he might kill Li Qingfeng and let him off too easily, Mu Jiuchen began to beat Li Qingfeng's body. His fists rained down on Li Qingfeng like a storm. With each blow, Li Qingfeng let out a scream of agony.
The screams echoed through the corridor, the killing intent reverberating, and the air filled with the thick smell of blood and malice.
Xiao Fan emerged from the elevator and witnessed this horrific scene. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly shouted to stop him, "Master, stop, stop! If you keep hitting him, he'll die. Don't dirty your hands for someone like this."
Xiao Fan rushed over at top speed and grabbed Mu Jiuchen's blood-covered hands.
Li Qingfeng's entire face was covered in blood, looking exceptionally terrifying.
Xiao Fan's stomach churned instantly.
Mu Jiuchen finally restrained his fists.
Xiao Fan immediately took wet wipes from his bag to wipe the blood off Mu Jiuchen's hands.
But there was too much blood; no matter how much he wiped, it wouldn't stop.
Mu Jiuchen shook off Xiao Fan's hands and looked at Li Qingfeng, who lay there like a dead dog. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mu Jiuchen.
"Mu... Mu Jiuchen, you have the guts to kill me." If he died, he would be free.
Ridiculous. He, Li Qingfeng, had always cherished his life, yet at this moment, he genuinely wished for death.
Mu Jiuchen sneered, "If I let you die too quickly, wouldn't that be letting you off easy? You're desperate to die, but I won't let you. Things happened today that you can't bear, so you came looking for death, didn't you?"
Li Qingfeng's bloody fingertips trembled slightly. Yes, he was like a joke, pointed at wherever he went as an illegitimate child.
He was gossiped about and scorned wherever he went. That feeling was worse than death.
Sometimes, he truly hated his mother for giving birth to him.
His mother, narrow-minded, yet she pretended to be a dignified lady of high society. Wasn't that laughable?
But what could he do about it?
He had no choice in his birth.
He grew up amidst ridicule, becoming ruthless.
By sixteen or seventeen, he was already a delinquent, frequenting nightclubs at night, enjoying thrilling physical games.
By the age of 20, he could no longer satisfy himself with such mundane games. He fell in love with props. Hearing each woman cry for help or beg for mercy excited and satisfied him.
Today, a piece of news had sent him to hell. He felt that living was too difficult; it would be better to die.
Mu Jiuchen saw through his absurd thought.
He looked at Mu Jiuchen, his mouth full of blood, his body in excruciating pain, yet he still smiled and said, "Mu Jiuchen, I truly admire you. If I had been born into a respectable family and grown up like a normal child, my life wouldn't be so painful. I could have been like you, glorious and world-renowned."
Li Qingfeng's voice was long and drawn out, filled with pain and suffering, but his mind remained clear.
Mu Jiuchen felt no sympathy and retorted mockingly, "You yourself went astray, can you blame your birth?"
Li Qingfeng: "..."
That statement seemed to have a point, but unfortunately, it was too late.
"Waa..."
A baby's cry suddenly echoed from the corridor.
The sound was very loud.
Mu Jiuchen's heart rippled slightly, as if something had gently brushed against his heart.
Soft, comfortable, and exciting.
"Ah! Ninth Master, she's given birth, she's given birth! I heard the baby's cry!" Xiao Fan shouted excitedly, stomping his feet as if his own son had been born.
Mu Jiuchen said coolly, "It's not your son, why are you so excited?"
Xiao Fan: "..."
That's true!
"But that's Young Master Li's son, I'm still very happy." Xiao Fan's mood remained good.
Mu Jiuchen: "..."
He still had a chance, and he would have three daughters.
Li Qingfeng looked towards the doorway, a flicker of envy in his blood-stained eyes. Li Qingshuo was very happy now!
He had fought with Li Qingshuo his entire life, and in the end, Li Qingshuo had won.
Mu Jiuchen took out his phone and sent messages to his three treasures.
In the treasure group!
[Babies, your Aunt Xia has given birth!]
Jiang Siyun: [Dad, quickly, quickly, I want to see my little brother.]
Jiang Yikuo: [Dad, quickly, quickly, take a picture for me. I've never seen a newborn baby before.]
Mu Jiuchen smiled, seeing how excited they were.
Mu Jiuchen: [Dad hasn't seen yet. I'll take pictures for you when I see them.]
He knew the three children had been looking forward to Yun Xia's child's birth.
Jiang Yikuo: [Tomorrow is the weekend, please come pick us up, Dad. I miss you.]
Mu Jiuchen's heart warmed upon seeing this. This was the first time his eldest son had said he missed him, how could he not be moved.
Just as Mu Jiuchen was about to reply, the door was pulled open, and Li Qingshuo emerged, crying, holding the baby.