Chapter Four: Kill Without Mercy—None Shall Stand in Our Way!

At that moment—

"Stop."

A deep, mature voice suddenly echoed through the hotel, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

On the mezzanine, a young man in a gray suit, strikingly handsome, descended the stairs with a leisurely pace. His gaze at Xiao Ye held a trace of amusement. "Someone told me earlier that the only heir of the Xiao family had returned. I thought they'd gone blind—"

"Who would’ve thought it was really you."

"Wang Zong!"

Old Madam Li’s eyes flashed with intense hatred, her voice trembling with rage. "He is the one—he’s the culprit who imprisoned Xue’er and me in that desolate wilderness!"

Only then did Xiao Ye slowly lift his head and look at the man, his eyes icy cold. "You have ten seconds. Come here and accept your death."

In an instant, the entire hotel fell silent.

Then, laughter erupted.

"Hahahahaha! Is this guy looking to die?"

"What an idiot—talking to Young Master Wang like that?"

"He dodged death five years ago, and now comes back to throw his life away? He must be tired of living!"

"If it were me, I’d have broken his jaw by now!"

Mocking voices rang out from all directions.

Yet Xiao Ye remained motionless.

"You useless coward, hiding outside Jianghai all these years, too scared to come back. I put a five million bounty on your head and no one could find you, but now you show up to die—"

Wang Zong laughed heartily. "Do you really think I’d hesitate to kill you?"

Ten seconds passed precisely.

The next moment.

Everyone saw Xiao Ye, who had stood motionless, suddenly blur into a black shadow, appearing before Wang Zong in a flash. He seized Wang Zong by the throat and smashed him fiercely into the wall.

Then, in a voice as cold as death, he spoke:

"Do you know how the enemies I faced beyond the border treated their prisoners?"

"Skinning. Dismemberment. Bone removal!"

"Letting you die so easily would be too merciful!"

Each word was like a stone crashing down in the hotel, echoing with force.

Wang Zong stared into those blood-red eyes and felt as though a blood-soaked beast had locked its gaze on him. In terror, he lost all control.

"Xiao Ye, let go at once!"

Suddenly, a stern voice thundered from above.

Xiao Ye lifted his head, looking up the stairs.

There, a middle-aged man in a traditional tunic suit descended slowly. His face was sharp, his brows severe, his entire bearing exuding an aura of authority barely concealed. He rolled a pair of walnuts in his hand.

At the sight of him—

A murderous intent burst from Xiao Ye’s eyes!

This man was his uncle—

Xiao Donglin!

The entire Xiao family, fourteen souls, perished with no remains left. Yet this man lived on, thriving!

Step by step, Xiao Donglin came down the stairs, his expression indifferent, lofty.

Xiao Ye raised his head, meeting his gaze. No longer just murderous, his eyes brimmed with unbridled fury.

He knew.

Had it not been for his uncle’s betrayal years ago,

His parents might still be alive!

Perhaps Qin Xue’er would never have suffered such torment.

He—he was the one truly to blame!

Murderous thoughts swelled within Xiao Ye’s heart.

Xiao Donglin stopped in front of him, his voice gentle, almost affectionate. "Nephew, where have you been all these years? Your uncle has searched for you for so long—you never sent a word."

At the word "nephew"—

The killing intent in Xiao Ye’s eyes sharpened. He sneered, "You’ve been living comfortably, haven’t you? But don’t worry. Soon, you’ll join my parents down below."

At these words, a dark shadow flickered across Xiao Donglin's face.

Still, he maintained his composure. So many people watched.

"You unfilial wretch! Is that how you speak to your uncle?"

The woman in the red dress, whom Xiao Ye had slapped earlier, now walked to Xiao Donglin’s side, clutching his arm, her sneer vicious. "All these years and you’re still just a worthless failure. You should’ve died with the rest of the Xiao family back then!"

Smack!

Another resounding slap.

Xiao Donglin’s wife, Zhou Qiurong, reeled as if struck by a hammer, flying backward.

Blood spattered from her mouth.

The entire room was stunned.

"Xiao Ye!"

"You’re courting death!"

Xiao Donglin’s face darkened as he roared in fury.

The banquet descended into chaos.

Such audacity!

For a stray dog who vanished for five years to act with such force—how could he dare?

"You—"

"And what right do you have to speak to me?"

Xiao Ye’s gaze was frigid as he stared at Xiao Donglin.

"You worthless wretch, you must truly wish for death!"

"Guards!"

Xiao Donglin’s anger exploded. He shouted, "Seize him—"

Before the command was finished,

A figure clad in a military cloak materialized behind Xiao Ye, moving like a ghost.

In a mere two breaths’ time, he drew a military blade and slit the throats of the surrounding security guards.

A collective gasp swept through the hall.

"Murder!"

"They’ve killed someone!"

Here, in the heart of Jianghai’s city center!

Who would dare commit murder here? Was this not madness?

As panic gripped the crowd—

Xiao Ye stood proudly before them, his voice thundering like a storm: "I have only one purpose tonight—to wash the Four Great Clans in blood and avenge my Xiao family and my wife’s kin, the Qin family!"

"Those unconnected to this matter, leave at once."

"Whoever bars my path—will die!"

The man who had just rushed in, the Red Dragon, licked the blood from his blade, his grin feral, like a wolf drunk on slaughter. "Did you hear my master? Whoever blocks our way—kill them all!"

At those words, the guests exchanged uncertain glances.

Ten seconds later.

Except for a few outsiders who had come only to network and wanted no trouble, no one moved.

Tonight, so many of society’s elites had gathered here.

Was this stray dog truly capable of bringing ruin to the Four Great Clans who ruled Jianghai?

They wanted to see for themselves

Where this man’s confidence stemmed from.

To dare utter such madness!

Xiao Donglin, enraged by such defiance, cursed coldly, "A useless wretch who hid for five years and achieved nothing! What right have you to boast here?"

"If you walk out of here alive tonight, I’ll write my own name backward!"

At these words, Xiao Ye stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Xiao Donglin.

In a flash,

He seized a chopstick from the table.

With a flick of his wrist, it flew forward!

A black shadow pierced the air, shooting from Xiao Ye’s hand straight toward Xiao Donglin.

Before Xiao Donglin could react, a chill ran down his spine. He tried to dodge, but the blunt chopstick pierced straight through his throat.

Blood splattered, light shining clear through front and back.

"You…you…"

Clutching his neck, Xiao Donglin watched the last color drain from his face.