No fire was thrown in as Rong Yin had anticipated.
Instead, a hoarse roar echoed: "Who are you? Do you know where this is? How dare you come in?"
Mu Jiuchen slowly got out of the car, tugging at the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons with a languid gesture.
He glanced carelessly at the man, his tone mocking, "Since I'm already inside, isn't it redundant to say something like that?"
Upon hearing Mu Jiuchen's voice, Rong Yin was startled. His narrow, peach-shaped eyes blinked slightly. Gasoline got into his eyes, causing him to close them quickly in discomfort.
Mu Jiuchen had really come!
"Mu Jiuchen, save us quickly, Li Yanheng has fainted," Rong Yin shouted.
Mu Jiuchen frowned slightly at the tall metal barrel in front of him, the pungent smell of gasoline making him uncomfortable.
No wonder they were asking for help; being thrown into these metal barrels could suffocate them to death.
"You are Mu Jiuchen?"
The man facing Mu Jiuchen wore a black trench coat, a baseball cap, and sunglasses. He was a middle-aged man.
Mu Jiuchen looked at him with disdain and contempt, his upright figure exuding an unapproachable chill: "A cowardly old turtle, afraid to even show your face, yet you dare to bring people here?"
The man's brow furrowed slightly beneath his sunglasses. He had actually lured Mu Jiuchen here; Li Yanheng was certainly getting bold.
"Mu Jiuchen, this is a matter between me and the Li family. You'd best not interfere," the man said with a knowing smile. No one wanted trouble, and Mu Jiuchen was no exception.
The Li family was a prominent clan in the Qi Kingdom. Anyone who could contend with their family must come from a significant background.
Mu Jiuchen rolled up his sleeves, his cool gaze fixed on the man: "Why all the nonsense? If I, Mu Jiuchen, want to save someone, I don't need to care about anything else."
Mu Jiuchen then curled his lips slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and asked slowly, "As for you, do you know who the other person inside is?"
The man chuckled lightly: "Why would I need to know? He's one of Li Yanheng's hangers-on. This time, he's just unlucky to be caught along with him. If he wants to blame someone, it's Li Yanheng he should blame."
The man was also quite arrogant.
Mu Jiuchen took a cold step forward.
The dozen men behind him instantly surrounded him.
Mu Jiuchen had been holding back a surge of anger recently, and his inner rage was now faintly emitting a terrifying aura, clamoring to break free.
He glanced at the man wearing sunglasses and said with a smile, "I have a feeling you're the one who's going to be unlucky today."
The man looked at Mu Jiuchen, who was tall and handsome, a graduate of a prestigious foreign university, and born into a distinguished family. He had been a winner from birth, someone no one dared to easily provoke. He was a male god in women's hearts and a role model for men. Meeting such a man was indeed fortunate for him.
"Mu Jiuchen, I know you're very capable, but it's best you don't meddle in my affairs," the man warned angrily.
All he wanted was what he had always desired.
This was what the Li family owed him.
Mu Jiuchen smiled lazily and asked, "What if I do meddle?"
The man narrowed his eyes and sneered, "In that case, you can leave your life here."
Mu Jiuchen returned a sarcastic smile. Without further ado, he grabbed the person beside him and began to beat him violently.
Mu Jiuchen's habit was to beat someone's face until their own mother wouldn't recognize them.
Mu Jiuchen's gaze was dark and terrifying. Each punch landed precisely on the opponent's face, his height giving him a significant advantage.
Most of the surrounding men were half a head shorter than him. As soon as he grabbed their collar, his fists would rain down, and with each punch, his anger lessened.
A few minutes later, six men lay on the ground, covering their faces, unable to get up.
The others stared, dumbfounded, at the ferocious Mu Jiuchen.
This wasn't fighting; it was practically a murder!
Mu Jiuchen looked at the others, who were stunned, their eyes wide and mouths agape, staring at him.
However, Mu Jiuchen had no intention of stopping.
His handsome, terrifying face held a proud expression and a murderous intent.
Meeting his killing gaze, everyone felt their hair stand on end.
Even more frightening was the fervent killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Everyone tensed, guarding against him.
Then, in the next moment, Mu Jiuchen lunged forward, grabbed the man's collar, and began to beat him savagently.
The man wearing sunglasses felt his scalp go numb.
Fear and the overwhelming pressure of Mu Jiuchen's presence left the surrounding people stunned, and before they could react, the man was already beaten to the ground.
Gradually, the ferocity on Mu Jiuchen's face intensified. The scenes on the cliff flashed through his mind – that detestable Li He, his beloved who risked her life, and the accumulated anger from this period erupted instantly, like magma.
"Bang…"
"Ah…"
The sound of whistling fists mixed with screams and the sight of blood splattering created a shocking scene.
When Xiao Fan rushed in with his men, everyone was already down. He blinked, looking at the scene, realizing his presence was hardly needed.
Mu Jiuchen had beaten the last person, his hands covered in blood. Crimson drops fell one by one onto the ground, mixing with various foul odors to create a sickening stench.
"Hahaha…" The man suddenly burst into wild laughter, looking at everything before him.
"Mu Jiuchen, you truly are a proud son of heaven, very capable. But do you think it's over just like this? Do you think you are faster or the flame is faster?"
The man said arrogantly and wickedly, then let out a few evil laughs and flicked a lighter in his hand.
"Chī…"
The lighter was quickly tossed into the metal barrel by the man.
Mu Jiuchen's gaze was fixed on the imminent flame, his pupils constricting sharply.
He shouted, "Rong Yin, be careful!"
The man, using Mu Jiuchen's distraction, quickly fled.
As Mu Jiuchen's voice fell, a jacket was thrown towards the lighter.
The moment the man produced the lighter, Xiao Fan had tensed and prepared himself. There was oil everywhere; if it exploded, everyone would be wiped out.
He quickly took off his jacket, and at the last moment, it landed on the lighter.
Rong Yin looked up, his vision unclear, and saw a dark object fall.
It hit his head. He realized it was a clean piece of clothing and quickly grabbed it to wipe his face and eyes, then angrily said, "Mu Jiuchen, get us out of here quickly, Li Yanheng is dying."
Mu Jiuchen told Xiao Fan to quickly take men to rescue them. The police also arrived and took control of everyone.
Rong Yin and Li Yanheng were urgently sent to the hospital for treatment.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Li Yanheng had red rashes and blisters all over his body, which looked particularly gruesome.
Mu Jiuchen also intensely disliked gasoline; he was also allergic to it, though not severely. Just smelling it made him uncomfortable.
Why was Li Yanheng also affected!?
Looking at the motionless Li Yanheng, his sharp eyebrows remained unrelaxed.
Rong Yin and Li Yanheng underwent emergency treatment.
Xiao Fan, however, was cautiously searching everywhere for something. He was in trouble; where had Ninth Master's mother's photo gone?