Chapter 131: Wrist-Lock, Hands Behind the Back, Mouth Like a Weapon

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... With that thought, Quan Qing’s eyes turned fierce, and a sinister smirk curled at his lips. He turned and went into the bathroom, retrieving a bundle wrapped in oiled paper. Unwrapping it— Inside were various photos of Kou Jinglan cheating. But those weren’t the key. The real kicker? Evidence of the Kou Family using their ancestral graves to raise corpses. That was the reason they didn’t dare relocate the graves. Move them, and without the nourishment of the feng shui and earth energy, the thing inside would definitely go berserk. And once that happened? Everything would be exposed. “I’ve gotta bury you all first—then I can escape in peace...” Anyone with experience in this world leaves themselves a backup plan. He was a dutiful live-in son-in-law, a loyal dog who bites hard. After so many years, it was only natural he’d get exposed to some of the Kou Family’s secrets, right? Ask around—who doesn’t know that Quan Qing is Jinshan’s famous turtle-in-his-shell green-haired coward? Patient. Always patient. Since he wasn’t sure whether the Kou Family would survive this, he figured—why not throw on a little gasoline and make sure they didn’t? If it were anyone else coming, he wouldn’t dare pass the evidence along. But this time? It was Lu Ding. That Lu Ding. The one who hated evil with a passion, the one whose hands never left monsters or demons alive. With a monster sitting in plain sight? Quan Qing didn’t believe for a second Lu Ding wouldn’t kill it. That’s the reputation Lu Ding had! A Linghai Realm going toe-to-toe with Si Ming Realm. What wouldn’t he dare do? Quan Qing changed into fresh clothes, took out his phone, and once again called Li Kai. The moment the call connected— He burst out laughing. “Old Sun? I’m a bit tied up today, something came up at home—I gotta go see the old man.” “Yeah, yeah, next time for sure. Oh right—those traditional pastries you got me last time? From that place in Xicheng Banqiao? Phenomenal. Yeah, yeah, alright.” He hung up, still smiling, then strode confidently out the door. In the car— Li Kai had just listened to that entire ramble and couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But his professional instincts kicked in. He pulled out his phone and searched “Xicheng Banqiao traditional pastry.” The screen changed. Big bold words popped up: [Handmade Sticky Rice Dumplings – A 400-Year-Old Imperial Heritage Recipe, Generations of Wisdom in Every Bite] Li Kai showed the screen to Lu Ding. Seeing it— Lu Ding instantly got it. “No wonder the Kou Family won’t move. One shift, and it all goes to hell. Earth energy nurturing rice dumplings—what a perfect match.” Using feng shui to raise corpses wasn’t rare. What was rare? Someone doing it right under 749 Bureau’s nose. Draining half a city’s feng shui... Whatever was inside, it had to be a major threat. Finally—something worth watching. But before killing the monster, they’d have to deal with the Kou Family first. Otherwise, during the fight, they’d just get in the way. “Why would Quan Qing suddenly bring this up now? Why didn’t he say anything earlier?” Li Kai was confused. If Quan Qing had spoken up sooner, Lu Ding and Bai Hemen probably wouldn’t have needed to come at all. Destroying feng shui or moving graves—those things were negotiable. Feng shui and earth energy are about natural circumstances. It’s not really your business. If you buried someone first and then the land became a feng shui hotspot, then enjoying it was heaven’s blessing. When the impact was minor, you just got lucky. But if the impact got too big and someone told you to move? That was for the greater good. But if you did it on purpose? Well, then that’s a whole different story. Lu Ding couldn’t figure it out either—but whatever. There are plenty of things in this world that don’t make sense. As long as the outcome is right, that’s all that matters. ... Kou Family estate. Outside the antique-style courtyard, two people rushed in, disturbing the peaceful, serene air. In the pavilion— Kou Huaiyi sat holding a scroll, dressed in a white martial arts uniform. His complexion was ruddy, and the bulging temples on either side of his head spoke of deep cultivation—his breathing long and steady. Hearing footsteps, he turned his head. His gaze collided with Kou Jinglan’s as she emerged from behind the decorative wall. “Dad! Jingshen’s been arrested!!” Hearing his daughter blurt it out, Kou Huaiyi set down his scroll. “What happened?” Kou Jinglan gave a detailed explanation. After she finished, Quan Qing stepped forward, bowing and handing over his phone—which showed screenshots from surveillance footage of Lu Ding and the others. “Dad, I just got this from the company. Those two look young and unfamiliar. Even the Lan Family doesn’t scare them. Typical greenhorns.” “When they arrive, I suggest you stall for time. I’ll head out and dig into their backgrounds right away. Whatever you do, don’t make a move yet.” Old man, just wait. One hit of the gas, and I’m at your ancestral grave. Check them out? Sure, I’ll check... right after I get the hell out of here. No way I’m getting sliced in the crossfire. Kou Huaiyi looked at his son-in-law. And silently nodded. Not bad! Even if Jinglan had forced this marriage, over the years, Quan Qing had been diligent—working hard for the Kou Family without a single complaint. Whether it was his efficiency or his results, Kou Huaiyi was quite satisfied. So, letting Quan Qing handle this investigation? Totally reasonable. Judging by his usual pace, he’d have the info within hours. And Kou Huaiyi could stall them in the meantime. Once they knew who these youngsters were, then they’d strike with precision. “Go on then. Be quick and come back fast.” “Understood, Dad. Just wait for my good news.” After saying that, Quan Qing didn’t turn his back. He kept facing Kou Huaiyi and walked out of the courtyard backward. Once he was gone— Kou Huaiyi turned to his daughter. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to out there. Ah Quan’s a good kid. You chose him—you need to take responsibility for that relationship.” “Aiya, I know, Dad. That was just a fling—my heart still belongs to Ah Quan.” “He can have his fun too. I’m not stopping him.” Kou Huaiyi snorted coldly. “Easy for you to say.” The woman didn’t care. She really didn’t try to control Quan Qing—but that was only because she knew he didn’t dare do anything. Which gave her complete confidence to act without fear. Kou Huaiyi stood up. “Let’s go. We’ll meet these two so-called rising stars at the front gate. I’d like to see how much backbone a pair of greenhorn brats really have!” “If they dared lay a hand on my son, they’d better have some sky-shattering background to back it up!” If not, then as a senior, Kou Huaiyi fully intended to “teach them a lesson” in the name of mentorship. ... Outside the Kou Family Estate. Two cars passed by each other. Inside one of them, the camera panned as Lu Ding casually peeled open a package wrapped in oiled paper—photo after photo, file after file unfolded before his eyes. These materials were more than enough to nail the Kou Family to the wall. And attached… a small note. He unfolded it. [From Quan Qing of Swallow Gate. I have long admired Lord Lu Taishui’s name. As thanks for purging traitors from our ranks, I humbly present this small token. Please understand that the matters concerning the Kou Family have nothing to do with this mere son-in-law.] [Kou Huaiyi is known to be difficult, skilled in both internal and external arts. He possesses a secret killer technique called the “Sword Within”—a mouth-born strike. Be warned: do not engage him in conversation, or you risk ruptured guts and a blade through your stomach.] Well damn—this guy spilled all of Kou Huaiyi’s secrets. But Lu Ding really hadn’t heard of this Sword Within technique before. A secret art that harms with words? Falling into a trap just by responding? That’s some seriously underhanded stuff. Li Kai also caught a glimpse of the note. And now it made sense—why Quan Qing hadn’t spoken up earlier. The guy simply didn’t feel threatened enough. Sure, the note was phrased with utmost respect, but read between the lines, and the real message boiled down to just four words: “Not my problem.” If Lu Ding hadn’t come, he’d have happily continued going with the flow. It wasn’t a bad life, after all. But now that Lu Ding was here? The message was clear—“Just please don’t hit me!” Not my problem. With a flick of his fingers— The note was instantly shredded into confetti by a flurry of tiny slashes. “I love dealing with smart people,” Lu Ding said. Outside the estate, Li Kai brought the car to a stop. He had originally planned to enter with Cui Zao—but now, no need. Lu Ding reminded him, “Captain Li, sorry to trouble you, but please wait for us here.” “Don’t worry—I’ll watch this punk until you get back.” Watching Lu Ding walk in, wrist locked behind his back, and Bai Hemen hauling the captives beside him— Li Kai chuckled, “Now that’s music to my ears.” He knew his limits. No way he could join in the coming fight. But hey, at least they gave him the courtesy of saving face.

Chapter 131: Wrist-Lock, Hands Behind the Back, Mouth Like a Weapon

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