Chapter 145: I’ll Feed You Until You’re Full!

You truly dare to disregard the Yuan family? You actually sent a mere lackey to deal with me?!

Seeing that Qin Mu had no intention of making a move himself and instead ordered Wu Mu beside him to step up, Yuan Xu's anger burned even brighter.

Upon hearing this, Qin Mu finally raised his head, glanced at him, and replied indifferently, "A lackey? Not quite."

"But looking down on your Yuan family? That is entirely correct."

"Damn it! You're courting death!"

Given Yuan Xu's fiery temper and accustomed as he was to bullying others unchecked, no one had ever dared to defy him.

Now, repeatedly humiliated by Qin Mu, how could he not be furious? He slammed his foot against the floor, launching himself forward like a cannonball. With his fist pulled back and half of his inner qi channeled into it, he intended to bypass Wu Mu and strike Qin Mu down with a single blow!

Thud!

A dull, heavy sound echoed, vibrating against everyone's eardrums.

Yuan Xu's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had witnessed something impossible.

His fist had indeed struck solid resistance, but it had been caught by Wu Mu with a single hand!

Channeling half his inner qi, a punch capable of shattering a brick wall several meters thick had been caught effortlessly, without moving the opponent an inch?

"Stop dragging your family into every sentence. It just shows your lack of upbringing."

With that, Wu Mu countered by throwing a punch straight at Yuan Xu. It struck like a collapsing mountain, landing squarely on Yuan Xu's chest.

This blow carried immense force, instantly shattering the protective inner qi shielding Yuan Xu's body. The pain made him feel as though his internal organs were twisting together, and several bones fractured at the point of impact.

With a slight exertion of force from Wu Mu, Yuan Xu was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, the onlookers dropped their jaws in utter shock.

A mere subordinate possessed such terrifying strength?

"Damn you! You're nothing more than a lackey, a servant, and you dare lay a hand on me?!"

Yuan Xu clambered out of the pit with difficulty, his mouth stained with blood and his expression venomous. Staring at Wu Mu, his mind raced, searching for any technique to annihilate this wretch who had dared to strike him.

Yet, even as he thought—

A large hand suddenly shot out, gripping his hair in a death grip and dragging him straight out of the crater.

"Damn it! Who—who the hell is that! Let me go!"

Startled out of his wits, Yuan Xu thrashed and roared, but the adversary's strength was terrifyingly immense, forcing his head down so low that he could not see his captor's face.

"How many slaps did he deliver?"

Qin Mu's voice was chillingly cold.

"Counting both before and after the hospital visit, exactly three slaps," Wu Mu reported.

Hearing this, Yuan Xu began to realize who was holding him, and the matching dialogue made the memory grow increasingly familiar.

Before he could fully process it, a sharp, whistling sound tore through the air, piercing half a meter of space and landing squarely across his face.

Crack!

What looked like a feather-light slap was countless times more terrifying than Wu Mu's punch; the strike nearly shattered the majority of Yuan Xu's meridians in an instant!

"Qin! You bastard! You fucking dare touch me! Do you know what kind of backing I have? My uncle is Yuan Qing..."

As Yuan Xu sprawled among the ruins, howling in protest, he suddenly felt a tug at the crown of his head. Pain spiked straight to his soul, tearing a miserable shriek from his throat.

Qin Mu had dragged him out from the ruins once again!

Crack!

Another palm smashed through the air, giving Yuan Xu no room to resist. It shattered half the bones in his face, and this single strike pulverized every single bone and meridian in his body!

For the second time, Yuan Xu crashed into the debris, fragments of bricks and tiles showering over him. His head spun dizzily, but finally, he remembered what Qin Mu's actions signified.

Wasn't this precisely what he had done twenty years ago when he humiliated that wretched bitch at the hospital?!

Qin Mu was reenacting the exact same process upon him, step by step!

"I had originally prepared a coffin to send to Zhang Shuhua. Now it seems it suits you much better."

The moment Qin Mu finished speaking, Wu Mu strode away and quickly returned, carrying a lightweight, dilapidated old coffin on his shoulder!

Xie Donglin saw at a glance that the wood of the coffin was of the abysmal quality—probably even worse than the plaque Xie Donglin had previously used!

"Qin, let me offer you one last piece of advice. This Yuan Xu is the nephew of Yuan Qingtian. If you harm him, it is equivalent to directly declaring war on the entire Yuan family!"

Xie Donglin said through gritted teeth, desperately trying to protect Yuan Xu.

"That's right! If you enrage Yuan Qingtian, even with heaven-reaching abilities, you will die without a burial place!"

"Your family won't be spared either!"

The crowd clamored noisily, hoping to use Yuan Qingtian's name to cow Qin Mu.

Yet, Qin Mu's expression remained indifferent as he once more hauled Yuan Xu out of the ruins like a dead dog, raising his hand to strike right before everyone's eyes!

Crack!

This slap directly snapped half of Yuan Xu's cervical vertebrae, perfectly calculating the force and trajectory to hurl Yuan Xu straight into the coffin.

Wu Mu smoothly closed the coffin lid and tossed the casket into the center of the hall.

Left at that, since Yuan Xu was an inner qi martial artist, had he been rushed to medical attention immediately, he might still have had a chance at survival.

However, Qin Mu's subsequent sentence handed down an absolute death sentence to Yuan Xu.

"Nail the coffin shut, cast the corpse into the wilderness, and deny him burial."

"Whoever has objections, Qin will gladly present them with a coffin of their own!"

Without another word, Qin Mu swept away with his men, leaving behind a crowd trembling with bone-deep terror.

Three slaps to kill a man!

This was an undisguised vendetta!

Yet, no one dared to care about Yuan Xu anymore; their minds were consumed by a singular, haunting terror, recalling every single thing they had once done to that woman.

When would Qin Mu come knocking on their doors?

Following Qin Mu's departure, the Xie family funeral concluded in disarray. Xie Donglin did not dare to tamper with the coffin and could only summon a doctor to desperately cling to whatever thread of life remained in Yuan Xu.