Only after Tian Lu's figure had disappeared for a long while did everyone finally explode.

"Fuck… he just left like that?"

"Is Lin Fan dead or alive?"

"Who the hell knows… what the hell is Tian Lu doing?"

"That was too damn scary…"

"My fucking hair's still standing on end."

"With Lin Fan like that, there's no way he's gonna survive."

"He got dragged off by Tian Lu and you think he can still live?!"

"Tian Lu is really like the Death God; just seeing that back of his made my heart go cold…"

The Darts Masters whispered among themselves in low voices. They didn't dare go too far; after all, Fei Zhang, Yu Ze, and Yang Biao were still here, and the Water Clan's Young Miss, Lan Yunwei, hadn't left yet either.

Their Biao Bureau might be formidable, but compared to the Water Clan, it was still just a small force.

They absolutely couldn't afford to piss off people from the Water Clan.

So they were just here to eat melon and watch the show, and definitely wouldn't get involved.

Fei Zhang, Yu Ze, and Yang Biao stared blankly at Tian Lu's departing back, and only after quite a while did they suddenly snap back to their senses.

"Where did Senior Brother go?"

"No idea."

"Taking that brat Lin Fan with him—where else could he go? Of course he's gonna butcher him!"

"Then why not kill him on the spot?"

"Didn't you see that the Young Miss is here too…"

"Senior Brother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Even if he's hiding something from us, the one who actually went and blasted Lin Fan to death to avenge our junior and Master is still him."

"Alright, let's not waste time. Go check on Junior Brother's condition. Yang Biao, you go see how Master's doing… we need to hurry back to Wenyu City too."

After the three of them finished discussing, they quickly walked up to Lan Yunwei, cupped their fists with both hands, and bowed respectfully.

"Young Miss, we arrived late to your rescue, please forgive us."

"…" Lan Yunwei didn't say a word, her eyes flickering with light, not even sparing the three a glance.

Their faces were a bit awkward, but they still lowered their voices and said, "The danger's already over, that brat Lin Fan shouldn't be making a comeback. We'll head back to Wenyu City first then."

"…" Lan Yunwei still didn't say a single word.

Seeing this, the little maid hurriedly answered, "Alright, got it, you can head back. You don't need to worry about things here."

"Yes!"

Only after getting a response did the three of them turn and leave in a rush without looking back.

Zhu Qilue stood there dumbly off to the side, staring unblinkingly at Tian Lu's departing back, actually feeling no urge to give chase.

He frowned deeply, his mind churning.

What was up with Tian Lu's expression just now? The mockery at Lin Fan he could understand, since he'd just knocked Lin Fan to the ground.

But why was there a hint of self-mockery in there… Didn't he win?

This feeling was just too damn weird.

Like someone already holding the gold medal but still envying the silver. How could something like that even exist in this world?

What the hell was Tian Lu thinking just now?!

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt, the more fishy it seemed. Seeing Lan Yunwei still dazed there, he quickly walked over.

"Young Miss." He greeted her with utmost respect.

Only then did Lan Yunwei come back to herself; her face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless.

Which was understandable.

She'd always been well protected in Wenyu City and had never seen slaughter like this. And the one who was just now turned into a bloody mess was Lin Fan, so of course she'd be frightened—it was only natural.

"Young Master Zhu…" she replied weakly, not sure what to say, her beautiful eyes rippling, tears seeming ready to spill out at any moment.

Just as Zhu Qilue was about to speak, Mu Feichen strode over in high spirits, face full of unconcealed glee.

He was one of the people who most wanted Lin Fan dead.

Seeing Lin Fan lose his life and end up in such a miserable state naturally made him extremely excited and happy.

However.

If he flaunted that happiness in front of Lan Yunwei, he'd probably get his ass handed to him.

Zhu Qilue thought to himself, so he didn't get too angry, swallowing back the words he'd been about to say.

"Miss Lan!" Mu Feichen walked over beaming, first shooting Zhu Qilue a disdainful glance, as if saying, "Why the hell are you still here? And how dare you stand this close to my Lan Yunwei? Get lost."

After glaring at Zhu Qilue, he turned to Lan Yunwei with a fawning smile, just about to speak.

Smack!

A crisp, echoing slap rang out.

Lan Yunwei was already burning with rage; without a word, she swung her hand and slapped him.

Mu Feichen's face instantly swelled up, flushed scarlet, looking just like a pig's head.

He hadn't been prepared to get hit at all, his body staggering back a few steps, stunned and dumbfounded, unable to believe what had just happened.

Zhu Qilue pursed his lips in a smile, raised his eyebrows, and stepped aside to enjoy the show.

"Wait… Miss Lan, I…"

Smack!

Another slap came flying in.

Mu Feichen was slapped silly, head ringing, and crashed to his knees on the ground with a thud.

The Darts Masters collectively held their breath, not daring to make a sound, their eyeballs nearly popping out.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Lan Yunwei vented all the fury in her body into the palm of her hand, then brought it down heavily on Mu Feichen's face again and again.

Mu Feichen was slapped until stars danced before his eyes and the world spun.

Sure, they say hitting is affection and scolding is love, but this was way too fucking heavy-handed…

He could feel blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs felt like they were being turned inside out.

The Darts Masters could only watch as Mu Feichen's head was bashed bloody and broken; not a single person dared step forward to help. After all, the one doing the hitting was the Water Clan's Young Miss, Lan Yunwei—who in their right mind would mess with her? You'd have to be insane!

Even with the Young Master getting beaten like this, they didn't dare utter a peep, only standing quietly off to the side, faces ashen, watching.

After more than a dozen slaps, Mu Feichen was no longer the Mu Feichen he'd been; he looked like he'd just come out of a botched plastic surgery, completely unrecognizable.

Lan Yunwei's palm was bright red now, faintly aching.

When she raised her hand again, even Zhu Qilue couldn't bear to watch anymore; he reached out to stop her, gently shaking his head.

Lan Yunwei then snapped back to herself, seeing that the thing kneeling before her, neither man nor ghost, was Mu Feichen.

Only then did the fire in her heart ease by more than half.

This was the very definition of not knowing what's good for you!

Lan Yunwei was already in a rage, and on top of that she was worried sick about Lin Fan's life or death. Mu Feichen, on the other hand, came over grinning like an idiot, wanting to mock Lin Fan on top of it all—wasn't that just throwing himself on the muzzle of the gun, begging to die?

So.

Lan Yunwei couldn't touch Tian Lu, so she used Mu Feichen, who came knocking on her door, as a punching bag.

If Zhu Qilue hadn't stepped in, she really might've beaten him to death on the spot!

It was just too infuriating!

"From today on, do not appear in front of me again. Just seeing your face pisses me off. If I get pissed off too badly, not one person from your Biao Bureau is going to walk away alive."

"A toad wanting to eat swan meat—do you really think I'd fancy your Biao Bureau? What a joke. You don't even know what kind of trash you are?"

Lan Yunwei said coldly, her voice icy.

She shot Mu Feichen a fierce glare, then turned to look at the gathered Darts Masters.

The Darts Masters were scared half to death by her gaze, all shuffling back a step with a clatter.

"Get this trash out of my sight. If he shows up in the Nameless Village again, then the Biao Bureau can disappear from here along with him."

With that, Lan Yunwei walked off with long strides, not sparing Mu Feichen a single glance.

No one clings to garbage. Once you throw it away, you don't look back at it.

In Lan Yunwei's eyes, Mu Feichen was garbage.

After Lan Yunwei left.

Mu Feichen collapsed onto the ground with a thud, his whole body feeling like his bones had fallen apart, twitching violently, his features twisted, his eyes blazing with ferocious hatred.

"Lin Fan… Lin Fan… it's all because of Lin Fan!"