Chapter 35: Ending Violence with Violence, Dual Identity

"Can't handle it anymore? I thought your willpower was much stronger, but it turns out you're not even as good as Miss Chu!"

Gao Zhihui looked at Yao Bing, who was lying on the ground struggling to control herself, and commented with the amusement of someone watching a show.

Logically, Yao Bing was a martial arts master and should have held out longer than Chu Yan. However, Gao Zhihui had ordered her to be fed two doses of aphrodisiac; her holding out until now was already her absolute limit.

Her face was flushed an incredibly seductive red. Her mind was in a state of chaotic confusion, and she let out primal cries while rubbing her body against the floor.

Beside her, Chu Yan was also in great distress. Her beautiful face was flushed with an eerie pink, her eyes were unfocused and even more alluring than when she had been drunk last time, and she couldn't help but writhe her body.

"Untie the ropes on them. Let's enjoy their indulgent performance; a spring of sapphic love has its own unique charm!" Gao Zhihui ordered the mercenaries with a playful smile. He was certain that the feverish, crazed Yao Bing would ignite the fire within Chu Yan.

The two mercenaries chuckled lecherously, drew their daggers, and stepped forward to cut the ropes binding Chu Yan and Yao Bing.

"Boom... bang!"

Two dark shadows suddenly smashed in from the entrance of the hall. The two mercenaries were sent flying before they could even cut the ropes, dying on the spot.

Blood Slaughter, who was standing nearby, immediately shielded Gao Zhihui, while the other mercenaries drew their daggers in preparation for battle.

Jiang Chen arrived at the villa hall. Seeing the scene before him, his expression turned icy and grim.

Chu Yan and the others had all been drugged. Even as a divine doctor, he couldn't save them all at once!

Old Master Chu and Chu Lihan had been poisoned. Old Master Chu in particular had a black hue to his face; he had been poisoned too deeply and lay motionless on the floor, his life already in grave danger!

Chu Yan, Yao Bing, Zheng Lijuan, and Chu Yuting had all been given aphrodisiacs. The most severe case was Yao Bing. Looking at her crazed state, if the drug wasn't purged immediately, she would soon suffer organ failure and die!

The fastest solution was to make the person who administered the drugs give them the antidote!

"You must be Jiang Chen?" Gao Zhihui stepped out from behind Blood Slaughter and looked at Jiang Chen with surprise. "You arrived so quickly. It seems you were already in the suburbs!"

He hadn't expected Jiang Chen to be so young, let alone a divine doctor and a martial arts expert to boot.

"Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you die quickly!" Jiang Chen’s murderous intent was chilling. He recognized the man as the strategist of the Blood Scale Mercenary Group, matching the photo provided by Blood Scale exactly.

"You want me dead? Just you?" Gao Zhihui scoffed. Apart from the four mercenaries Jiang Chen had smashed to death, he still had four top-tier martial artists, two entry-level martial arts masters, and one high-level martial arts master with him.

As the strategist of the Blood Scale Mercenary Group, his status was second only to the leader, Blood Scale! What did Jiang Chen have that could kill him?

He pointed at Chu Yan and the others mockingly. "Aren't you a divine doctor? Go ahead and detoxify them! Are you afraid I'll kill you while you're busy?"

"How about we play a game? I'll let you detoxify Old Master Chu first, while I ravish Chu Yan on the side to provide some entertainment for you..."

"You're courting death!"

Jiang Chen’s murderous aura surged as he locked onto Gao Zhihui and lunged forward. If not for the need to obtain the antidote, he would have already blown them all to bits with a single punch.

"Waste him!" Gao Zhihui ordered with a sinister squint.

The four top-tier martial artists raised their daggers and rushed toward Jiang Chen.

"Snap... squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch..."

Jiang Chen grabbed the first man’s arm, twisted it until it snapped, snatched the dagger, and slashed it across the throats of all four men. They collapsed to the ground amidst a spray of blood.

Gao Zhihui, Blood Slaughter, and the two entry-level martial arts masters were all shocked. They realized they had underestimated Jiang Chen’s strength—he wasn't just a martial artist; he was a martial arts master!

"Blood Slaughter, all of you, attack together! Dead or alive, it doesn't matter!" Fearing he might capsize in the gutter, Gao Zhihui ordered the high-level martial arts master, Blood Slaughter.

"Finally, something interesting!" Blood Slaughter laughed excitedly, his smile tinged with a bloodthirsty edge.

Jiang Chen didn't waste words, continuing to attack Gao Zhihui and the others with the dagger.

Blood Slaughter reached out with his left hand to grab Jiang Chen’s wrist, while his right fist hammered toward Jiang Chen’s head. The two entry-level martial arts masters launched a pincer attack from the left and right, stabbing their daggers toward Jiang Chen’s waist.

"Swish... squelch!"

A cold light flashed from the dagger in Jiang Chen’s hand, severing half of Blood Slaughter’s palm. Before the man’s right fist could reach him, Jiang Chen had already pierced his throat with the dagger.

"Ah... gurgle..."

Blood Slaughter let out a pained sound, blood spraying from his mouth. A look of terror appeared on his face; he had always been the one doing the killing and never imagined that one day he would be the one to die.

The two entry-level martial arts masters had already stabbed their daggers toward Jiang Chen’s sides. Seeing Blood Slaughter killed by Jiang Chen, they were so terrified that their daggers began to tremble.

"Snap, snap... squelch, squelch!"

Jiang Chen grabbed their wrists, broke them, and rotated the daggers one hundred and eighty degrees, plunging them into their hearts.

When Jiang Chen let go, they looked as if they had committed suicide, save for the unnatural, twisted angle of their arms.

"Thud!"

Gao Zhihui was so frightened he scrambled backward, landing hard on his backside. He no longer possessed the posture of a victor, only the wretchedness of a loser.

He never imagined Jiang Chen was this powerful. A man who studied medicine had killed three mercenary martial arts masters who lived by the blade, one of whom, Blood Slaughter, was on the verge of breaking through to become a grandmaster!

"Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I'll kill Chu Yan!" He grabbed the feverish Chu Yan nearby, pulled out a dagger, and pressed it tightly against her throat, threatening him with a grim voice.

Seeing that Chu Yan’s neck had been cut and was bleeding, Jiang Chen halted his advance, fearing that he might provoke Gao Zhihui into killing her by mistake.

"I want... give it to me..."

Chu Yan’s mind was also in a state of confusion; she didn't realize the danger of death and was even trying to rub herself against the blade.

"Hahaha, Jiang Chen, do you see? The drug in Chu Yan’s body has taken full effect. If you don't sleep with her, she’ll die of kidney failure!" Gao Zhihui sneered, making his demand. "If you break one of your own legs, not only will I not kill her, but I’ll give her the antidote. How about that?"

"Fine. Put the dagger down first. I’ll step back to ensure your safety. Once you give Chu Yan the antidote, I’ll break my own leg. If I break my promise, you can kill Chu Yan then—it won't be too late!" Jiang Chen agreed, stepping back step by step to negotiate with Gao Zhihui.

Seeing Jiang Chen retreat to a safe distance, Gao Zhihui viciously agreed. "If you dare to go back on your word, I’ll cut off Chu Yan’s fingers one by one!"

He slowly lowered the dagger with his right hand and used his left hand to grab Chu Yan’s neck, preparing to reach for the medicine on his person.

"Whoosh, whoosh... poof, poof..."

Just as Gao Zhihui’s hands moved away from Chu Yan’s neck, Jiang Chen suddenly shot out two bursts of internal energy. They struck Gao Zhihui’s arms, severing them and sending them to the floor as blood sprayed everywhere.

"Ah... my hands... my hands are broken..."

Gao Zhihui collapsed to the ground, screaming and convulsing as the floor turned blood-red.

Jiang Chen flashed in front of Gao Zhihui and searched his body for the antidote.

"You can't kill me! I’m the strategist of the Blood Scale Mercenary Group and a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect!" Fearing that Jiang Chen was going to kill him, Gao Zhihui panicked and blurted out his dual identities, hoping to threaten him again. "If you kill me, both the Blood Scale Mercenary Group and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect will find the Chu family and kill all of you..."