Half an hour later, the car stopped in a luxurious compound.
As Qin Hui and Ding Junbiao stepped out of the car, the surrounding crowd cast sideways glances.
Ding Junbiao's face was a picture of misery, more devastated than if his own mother had died.
"Young Master, what is this?"
A servant walked over, looking curious.
However, his response was Qin Hui's fist. Within a second, the servant collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Seeing this, the others panicked.
Unfortunately, none of them were Qin Hui's match. Qin Hui unleashed dozens of flying daggers, and the servants in the courtyard all fell to the ground, losing the ability to resist.
Witnessing this scene, Ding Junbiao felt a suffocating sensation. He had originally hoped for a way out upon reaching home, but now it seemed he was just one step closer to death.
He had once believed he was the king of the town, but he now realized he was merely a dog, utterly at the mercy of others.
Was regret useful?
Clearly not!
"Let's go, take me to see your father."
Qin Hui's expression was calm. Since these people were all trouble, Qin Hui didn't mind dealing with them all at once.
Soon, Ding Junbiao led Qin Hui to his father's room.
Before they even reached the door, they heard bursts of laughter from within.
Upon clearly distinguishing the voices, Ding Junbiao's face turned green.
Besides his father's voice, he also heard his lover's voice. It was clear they were together.
Ding Junbiao was filled with helplessness, but these were not the priority now.
Qin Hui smirked playfully. Rich people truly knew how to entertain themselves.
Bang!
Qin Hui kicked the door open. Inside the room, a man in his sixties was learning English from a young and beautiful woman.
They looked utterly pleased with themselves!
"Useless, you didn't knock?"
The sudden scene startled Old Master Ding. The woman in his embrace also jumped, quickly hiding under the covers.
"Old Master Ding, you have quite the leisure."
Qin Hui kicked Ding Junbiao aside, a flying dagger spinning at his fingertips.
"You, who are you?"
Old Master Ding was taken aback. At this moment, he could tell Qin Hui was not here for pleasantries.
"I'm here to send you to hell."
As Qin Hui spoke, the flying dagger sliced across Old Master Ding's neck.
In a short moment, Old Master Ding's body went limp on the bed, his life extinguished.
The beautiful woman in the covers was so terrified by the scene that she fainted.
For Qin Hui, such methods, though a bit brutal, were efficient.
Furthermore, Old Master Ding had been a malevolent force for so many years, so Qin Hui killing him was akin to eliminating a scourge for the people, with no sense of guilt.
If he were to expose their crimes, it would be too slow. Qin Hui directly began his judgment.
Besides, this was a remote mountainous area, and no one would know it was him.
Since they could exploit the geographical advantage to commit evil, Qin Hui could too.
When good people tread the path of villains, the villains have nowhere to go.
Ding Junbiao's face turned pale. In just a few hours, he had experienced the dramatic ups and downs of life.
"Next up is you."
Qin Hui smirked coldly, transforming into a butcher.
"You, you're a madman. Aren't you afraid of being targeted by the constabulary? You have no right to execute anyone."
Ding Junbiao, with a pale face, struggled.
"You are absolutely correct, but this only applies to people like you. Besides, have you done many bad deeds?"
Qin Hui wasted no words, and a flying dagger directly slit Ding Junbiao's throat.
"Phew, everything is resolved."
Looking at the vermin scattered on the ground, Qin Hui cracked his neck.
Originally, Qin Hui did not want to get involved in such matters, but they insisted on bringing them to his attention.
As Qin Hui walked out of Ding Junbiao's house, he casually tossed a torch, starting a large fire.
This way, it would have nothing to do with Qin Hui.
While the power to decide life and death was indeed appealing, it also brought Qin Hui a lot of trouble.
However, due to the area's geography, even if the Dragon Patrol came to investigate, they wouldn't find anything.
With everything settled, Qin Hui didn't rush home. Instead, he went to the town and found a lamb stew restaurant to eat.
By the time the fire had completely consumed the building, it was the next morning. From the moment the fire started, no one attempted to extinguish it.
Clearly, the Ding family had a poor reputation in the town, and everyone wished the fire would burn even hotter.
After breakfast, Qin Hui went to Jin Yan'er's home.
As soon as Qin Hui arrived, he saw the Jin family looking at him strangely, even fearfully.
"Uncle, Aunt, what's wrong?"
Qin Hui sat down unceremoniously and poured himself a cup of tea. Jin Yan'er sat beside him, giving him meaningful glances.
"Qin Hui, are the events of last night related to you?"
"Although our family loves money, we cannot let our daughter marry someone of unknown origins."
Yan's mother said with concern. Ever since she witnessed Qin Hui's skills, she had been worried.
Moreover, the entire Ding family was dead, which surprised her the most. The only explanation she could find was that Qin Hui was responsible.
If their daughter were to marry such a person, it was only natural for Yan's mother to be worried.
"Aunt, you're overthinking it. I don't have that much ability."
Qin Hui didn't reveal anything. Sometimes, talking too much could be detrimental.
"Mom, what are you worrying about? How could Qin Hui have done these things?"
"Don't worry, only we know about these things, and who else would know? Besides, daughter simply likes him."
Jin Yan'er also stepped forward, otherwise, she truly feared her mother would go back on their word.
If her mother reneged, she would once again have to face those who came to propose.
Seeing her daughter so resolute, Yan's mother sighed helplessly. She should not have rushed the wedding. Now, it was too late to regret.
After pacifying her parents, Jin Yan'er followed Qin Hui to town to buy tickets back to Jiangnan Province.
Although there were some disturbances in this matter, the outcome was still positive.
"Sister, you can rest assured following Qin Hui. Leave the family matters to me."
When they arrived at the station, Jin Heng instructed.
In Jin Heng's eyes, Qin Hui was a divine being, otherwise, his leg wouldn't have healed so quickly.
Furthermore, with the entire Ding family dead, no one would come to seek revenge on their family, so Jin Heng felt immensely relieved.
Most importantly, with Qin Hui's two million yuan betrothal gift, he could marry a beautiful wife and start a life. Thus, Jin Heng's good impression of Qin Hui was boundless.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, brother."
Jin Yan'er said with some helplessness. Sometimes, loyalty and filial piety could not be perfectly balanced.
After seeing Jin Yan'er and Qin Hui onto the bus, Jin Heng went home.
"Qin Hui, you killed so many people, will you really be alright?"
At this moment, Jin Yan'er asked with some worry.
When she was at home, Jin Yan'er didn't want to put too much pressure on her parents, so she didn't ask.