X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 178 - 173: Manor Bloodbath

At this moment, about to meet the King of Hell, Ye Ying was also panic-stricken, fearing that if the King of Hell knew he had been exposed, he would definitely choose to kill him to silence him.

Having lost his usefulness, in the eyes of the King of Hell, he was less valuable than a guard dog, and Ye Ying knew the King of Hell’s character all too well.

The short journey was extremely difficult for Ye Ying. He truly wished that the road would never end, but unfortunately, the road came to an end.

He raised his hand to place the access card on the scanner. Immediately, a beeping sound emanated from the villa’s door, which gently opened to reveal a dark crack.

A chilling cold breeze blew through the crack, giving Ye Ying a shudder. He knew that the person of the King of Hell was in the room; otherwise, the wind wouldn’t be so chilling.

Ye Ying looked back at Ye Tian with anxiety and saw his piercing gaze, devoid of any emotion.

After gritting his teeth, Ye Ying opened the door hesitantly, trying to walk into the room as usual, hoping not to let the King of Hell notice any flaw.

Ye Tian followed closely behind Ye Ying, fists clenched tightly, his entire demeanor sharp and vigilant, like an unsheathed sword ready for battle, cautious yet anticipatory.

The King of Hell had sought Ye Tian’s life several times. The animosity between the two was irreconcilable. Ye Tian was ready to strike at any moment, and upon seeing the King of Hell would inflict heavy injuries with his powerful moves, leaving no chance for a comeback.

Leading the way, Ye Ying was on edge. The room was eerily quiet, not even the sound of breathing; the King of Hell likely had already sensed something amiss. It was possible that the moment he took his next step, he might be killed by a sudden attack from the King of Hell, becoming yet another soul under his control. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

The villa’s living room was vast, with twelve curtains all drawn, which made the empty space seem all the more sinister. Cigarette butts on the floor were still smoldering—an indication that the King of Hell’s men had just been there.

Exiting the living room, Ye Ying felt even more nervous. He tiptoed toward the control room, which was the hub of the entire manor. The King of Hell was likely inside. Just thinking about meeting the devil in his mind made his heart thud wildly.

Caught between two formidable experts was not enjoyable; beads of cold sweat were already forming on Ye Ying’s forehead, and his back was soaked, his face pale from tension.

Those brief, ten-odd seconds felt like an eternity, stretching unbearably long. Ye Ying’s inner turmoil was intense, the pressure making it hard for him to breathe.

Finally, Ye Ying silently reached the door of the control room. His right hand gently rested on the doorknob, glancing back to see Ye Tian whose eyes sparkled fiercely, his presence undeniably valiant and commanding.

With a crisp click, Ye Ying finally pressed down on the control room’s door handle. The moment the door opened, he ducked, knowing that even if the King of Hell fired a lethal weapon from inside, it would not threaten his life.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Ying rolled into the control room, his hands drawing revolvers from the holsters hidden under his armpits. His gaze swept around, ready to shoot at any sign of danger. The power of the revolvers was unquestionable; they could penetrate even steel, let alone flesh.

"Where is he?" Ye Tian stood at the doorway, scrutinizing Ye Ying with a doubtful gaze.

The control room was empty; there was no sign of the King of Hell, only the monitors were on, displaying the entire manor.

Thoroughly on edge, Ye Ying was also taken aback. According to his and the King of Hell’s plan, after deceiving Ye Tian into the manor, the King of Hell in the control room would activate the mechanisms. Hidden lethal devices throughout the manor would immediately trigger, sealing Ye Tian’s fate.

However, the present control room was empty, devoid of the King of Hell.

"This can’t be! He should be here; that was the plan. Could he already know?" As a participant and executor of the plan, Ye Ying was also bewildered.

Deep down, he felt like he had been deceived; it was very likely that the King of Hell had tricked him.

Ye Tian had already realized the truth and scoffed, "Ye Ying, oh Ye Ying, did you think those devices could really kill me? You are too naive. If I’m not wrong, those devices were just a distraction; you are the King of Hell’s true trap!"

Those who truly understand you are not your parents or your friends, but your enemies.

The King of Hell and Ye Tian were sworn enemies, thoroughly familiar with each other. This time, due to Ye Ying’s involvement, Ye Tian found himself facing an empty hunt, immediately seeing through the King of Hell’s ruse.

This was all staged, with the true purpose of the King of Hell being to expose Ye Ying in front of Ye Tian and lead Ye Tian here.

"Damn, I’ve been had!" Ye Ying exclaimed.

Ye Ying was no fool. Hearing Ye Tan’s words and after a simple analysis, he immediately understood the King of Hell’s malicious intentions, realizing he was merely a pawn.

In an instant, Ye Tian hesitated no further. His foot stomped heavily on the floor, and his body burst through the roof.

Almost simultaneously, the monitor suddenly turned into black and white static, and the gruesomely burned face of the King of Hell appeared, magnified infinitely by the display, becoming even more terrifying and fierce.

"Ye Tian, Ye Ying, welcome death’s baptism, hahahaha!"

In the midst of the King of Hell’s beast-like, mad laughter, the C4 under the control room floor immediately ignited.

The heavy explosives that had been set earlier then exploded, and the resulting high-pressure flames shattered the ground, enveloping the entire room like a blanket.

The high-temperature and high-pressure explosion flames devoured the room’s excitement and windows; curtains and wooden frames turned to ash in an instant, tables, and computers atop them melted under the extreme heat, and the sturdy walls collapsed directly.

A blinding fireball burst through the villa’s roof, and the explosive force, like an overwhelming tide, leveled the entire villa. The terrifying shockwave and high-frequency sound waves that followed nearly toppled nearby houses, shattering glass in all buildings within a hundred-meter radius.

Under the assault of the high-temperature and high-pressure flames, the nearby villa’s flora turned to ash, and even the trees and plants affected by the shockwave from afar were uprooted and lay helplessly on the ground.

Three seconds after the explosion, a small mushroom cloud surged into the sky, with flames rolling within it, shooting above the clouds, where the red flames turned into black and white smoke, a scene comparable to the explosion of a cruise missile, leaving onlookers speechless.

The moment of the explosion saw Ye Tian charging out of the rooftop, but human strength sometimes has limits, and against such terrifying energy, everything seemed frail and feeble.

Although Ye Tian was fast, he was still engulfed by the flames, and even if it was just for a moment, his clothes and hair were severely singed.

In the fierce explosion, his entire body was blown away, and the subsequent shockwave hit him, causing him to spit blood while he was still in mid-air.

What hurt Ye Tian the most were not the shock waves and high-pressure flames, but various fragments generated by the explosion, including metal and glass shards, even fragments of decapitated heads shattered.

These fragments, accelerated by the explosive force, were more lethal than bullets; the sudden explosion saw a high-speed nail shoot through Ye Tian’s right palm, leaving a harrowing, gaping wound from which blood flowed freely.

As for other burns and abrasions on his body, they weren’t even worth mentioning, too numerous to count.

After the explosion, all that remained was debris; the original villa site had become a wasteland.

With a face covered in soot, Ye Tian sat on the burning grass, flipped his left palm, and the Dragon-whisker Needle appeared in his hand. He applied it simply on the pierced right hand, alleviating the heart-wrenching pain instantly and took a special white elixir, swallowing it down quickly to also ease his internal injuries.

Ye Tian took a few seconds to breathe and recover internally, then stood up and walked towards a charred residue, frowning silently, his feelings profoundly complex.

This charred heap was none other than Ye Ying, though at this moment Ye Ying was barely recognizable; his camouflage uniform had burned away, and in the explosion, he had lost his legs, leaving only a bloody, entangled mess clinging to his torso.

The double leg amputation wasn’t what fatally wounded Ye Ying; the real killer was a broken table leg that had completely pierced his chest right through where his heart was, He had long since stopped breathing, and could no longer feel any pain, as he had already died.

"Ye Ying!" Ye Tian uttered the name solemnly, his mood extremely somber.

No matter what, Ye Ying was Ye Tian’s brother; they had fought together in the dark world, and sometimes, to survive in harsh environments, they had relied on each other and warmed each other with their body heat.

Ye Ying had indeed betrayed Ye Tian, but he was already dead, and that account was settled. Ye Tian, wild and unrestrained by nature, never liked to hold grudges, especially since Ye Ying had paid with his life.

"Brother! Let big brother find you a nice place of great Feng Shui."

With tears in his eyes, Ye Tian bent down, picked up Ye Ying’s mutilated remains piece by piece, wrapped them in a cloth, then silently walked out of the Hilton estate and drove away in a McLaren.

Jiang City’s Taiping Cemetery, located in the western part of the city, is the best cemetery in Jiang City and indeed the entire province. Only the wealthy or notable can be buried here.

When Ye Tian left Taiping Cemetery, he didn’t go to the municipal hospital but drove straight back to Jin Guan City.

It was still early; Yun Xinyan had not yet returned. Ye Tian, with his right hand pierced through, dressed the wound himself. The death of Ye Ying had left him feeling low, and his hatred for the King of Hell deepened.

Lying quietly in the bedroom, Ye Tian slowly breathed in and out. Inner Clan Mastery emphasizes reinforcing the origin and uniting with heaven and man. Even with severe injuries, his fighting strength remained undiminished, and it had a unique effect on healing wounds, unmatched by any other martial art.

With the miraculous crystal, Ye Tian wasn’t worried about his right hand’s injuries; such a through-the-palm injury would be extremely severe for an ordinary person, requiring months of recovery, but Ye Tian didn’t need that long.