Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 252 - Two Hundred Fifty-Three The Black Hand

The man in black was somewhat surprised. He could naturally tell that Lin Fa was afraid of him, so scared his legs were shaking. But for Lin Fa to still say something so bold despite his fear was unexpected.

"Fine, then I'll beat you."

As the words left his mouth, the man in black threw a punch at Lin Fa. Just one blow sent him stumbling back, his face pale as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"How about that, Fatty? Can you take it? If you can't, I'll go beat your woman," the man in black taunted.

Lin Fa couldn't take it. The single punch felt like it had thrown his internal organs into turmoil. The pain was unbearable, worse than any sickness he had ever felt. But when he thought of his girlfriend standing behind him, Lin Fa gritted his teeth and tried to play the hero. "Who… who says I can't take it? Just keep hitting me."

The man in black chuckled and then rained punch after punch upon him, causing blood to spray continuously from Lin Fa's mouth.

This scene terrified Hua Lirong. "Stop hitting him!" she cried out. "Stop! If you want to hit someone, hit me!"

"No!" Hearing Hua Lirong's words, Lin Fa, who had been beaten and sprawled on the floor, forced himself to stand up again. He bared his teeth in what he probably thought was a smile. "Who… who says I can't take it? Lirong, don't worry. I have a Vajra Indestructible Body. Let him do his worst."

Lin Fa was already beaten to a pulp; his own parents likely wouldn't have recognized him. But despite his terrible state, he was determined to shield Hua Lirong from the blows.

"You… you idiot," Hua Lirong sobbed.

The man in black sighed. He was a servant of the Murong Family—a family slave. Normally, he would obey Murong Ziqi's commands without question, but now he felt reluctant to continue.

"Both of you, get out!" the man in black shouted angrily. He lifted Lin Fa and Hua Lirong and tossed them out of the studio before setting the place on fire.

"Good, time to move on to the next Qin Corporation subsidiary," he muttered to himself before turning to leave.

"No!" Lin Fa cried out, seeing the fire raging in the studio. He panicked, searching for a fire extinguisher, but it was nowhere to be found. He figured the man in black must have taken or hidden it.

By the time security noticed the disturbance and extinguished the flames, every last document had vanished without a trace.

Lin Fa stood there, dumbstruck, as if his mind had gone blank.

"What's wrong?" Hua Lirong asked, extremely worried.

"I… I've let the boss down," Lin Fa said hoarsely, fighting back tears.

Hua Lirong felt a pang of sadness as well. She wasn't good at comforting people; all she could do was stay by his side.

By the time Wu Tian received the news, five of the Qin Corporation's subsidiaries had already been sabotaged.

「Late at night.」

Qin Yuhan was pacing anxiously in the living room, with Wu Tian keeping her company.

"Qin Corporation just went public," she said, her voice fraught with worry. "With an incident like this, the stock market will probably plummet. The people who believed in me… they'll be so disappointed." Losing her own money was one thing, but disappointing those who trusted her was the last thing Qin Yuhan wanted.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright," Wu Tian comforted her, though in truth, he wasn't very good at offering comfort.

As he thought about someone daring to wreak havoc on the Qin Corporation, Wu Tian's gaze grew colder and his killing intent surged. Who could have done this? A business rival? The Rothschild Family of Gona? Or was it Heibai Zi? Murong Ziqi?

He couldn't immediately pinpoint the culprit, but his desire to kill did not subside. Whoever dared to use such tactics against him and Qin Yuhan would have to die.

Wu Tian immediately called Xiao Tianzan and asked him to investigate. Despite the late hour, Xiao Tianzan was delighted, not displeased, to receive a call from Wu Tian and readily agreed.

After the call, Wu Tian tried to persuade Qin Yuhan to go to sleep, but she refused, saying she was too upset to rest and wanted to stay up all night. Wu Tian sighed, then knocked her unconscious with a swift chop to the neck. His strike was perfectly measured.

It was the day of Murong Yezi's birthday, though it was still only five in the morning. Wu Tian wasn't sure what to do. The little one, however, woke up early, grabbed Wu Tian's phone, and posted a message on his social media feed: "Mother, happy birthday!" It was Wu Tian's account, but he didn't mind.

「At seven in the morning.」

Murong Zhongzheng and the others came upstairs again, but this time they didn't mention money. Instead, Murong Zhongzheng looked at Murong Yezi with a face full of guilt. "Daughter, your father has wronged you. I haven't properly celebrated your birthday since you were ten. Please, give me a chance to make it right, won't you?"

As he spoke, tears streamed down his weathered face. He truly wanted to make amends for his mistakes.

Seeing this, how could Murong Yezi bear to refuse? She readily agreed.

And so, Wu Tian and the others followed Murong Zhongzheng back to the AK47 Restaurant.

The entire restaurant had been reserved for the day. A stage was set up for magic shows and theatrical performances. It was Murong Zhongzheng's idea; he wanted to make his daughter's birthday banquet as lively and impressive as possible.

But Murong Ziqi suddenly walked onto the stage. Looking at Murong Yezi, he smiled faintly. "Aunt, what's so entertaining about a circus act? If you want to see a real performance, it should involve real blades."

Murong Ziqi intended to demonstrate his swordsmanship. He wanted to make Murong Yezi understand the realm of skill he had now reached. He wanted to prove that his ambition to lead the Murong Family to new heights was not just empty talk, because he, Murong Ziqi, now possessed substantial strength.

In front of Murong Yezi and the others, Ziqi began his sword demonstration. His blade moved swiftly, as fluid and seamless as flowing water and drifting clouds.

"Excellent!" Murong Zhongzheng and several of the younger Murong clan members exclaimed in praise as they watched.

Murong Yezi, however, remained expressionless. If it had been the day before, she would have been astonished by Murong Ziqi's swordsmanship. Such a level of skill was indeed rare for someone so young. But as the saying goes, comparison is the true test of quality. After witnessing Wu Tian's power, Murong Ziqi's display seemed utterly uninteresting to her.

The other Murong clan members felt differently. Most of them idolized Murong Ziqi.

"Brother Ziqi is amazing!"

"Yeah, he's so powerful!"

Only Wu Tian looked on with disdain.

Having lost face to Wu Tian the day before, Murong Guangfu was eager to reclaim some pride. But when he saw the contemptuous look on Wu Tian's face as he watched his son's performance, anger flared within him. Yet, he managed to keep his composure. He walked over to Wu Tian's side and said, "Nephew, it would take you ten years to reach your cousin Ziqi's realm of skill."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian laughed with even greater disdain, drawing the attention of everyone around.