Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law

Chapter 398 398: Blackmail

"General Zheng, I beg you, please let my granddaughter go. I am willing to pay any amount as long as you release her!"

Murong Longcheng struggled to get up, his face as pale as death but resolute.

"Grandfather, forget it. To them, money is just a number. The most valuable thing in our family is me..."

Murong Xiaoyi said with a bitter smile.

"So touching, I'm almost moved to tears."

Zheng Haiyang applauded lightly and said leisurely, "Enough farewell, can we set off now?"

Murong Xiaoyi's tears fell: "Grandfather, please take care of yourselves!"

"Cousin, you must take care of that guy..."

Murong Xiaoyi had no feelings for the family, but she was only concerned about Chen Xiaobei, holding her cousin's hand, reluctant to let go.

"Xiaoyi, he will definitely come to get you back, you must wait for him!"

Luo Qingcheng nodded lightly, eyes full of despair.

After all, once Murong Xiaoyi leaves, she might become a cold corpse, yet the Zhou family was powerful enough to suffocate. At Chen Xiaobei's current level, he was hardly a match for them.

Just as a few martial soldiers were about to put shackles on Murong Xiaoyi and take her to the car.

Suddenly a car horn sounded.

Everyone instinctively turned to look, and instantly froze.

Only to see a taxi speeding over and coming to a screeching halt, its tires smoking.

Then a young man covered in blood and scars jumped out of the car, searched all over but couldn't find any coins, and said tremblingly to the driver, "Sorry, I was in a hurry and didn't bring money, can you take a card?"

"No, no need!"

The taxi driver was already scared out of his wits, started the car, and sped away!

Chen Xiaobei helplessly put away the black card, then turned to look at the stunned Murong Xiaoyi, showing a sheepish smile: "Sorry, there was a bit of trouble at home. My car got smashed, I hurried over. I'm not late, am I?"

Murong Xiaoyi's lips trembled slightly, her eyes tearing up: "Why, why did you come?"

Chen Xiaobei quickly said: "Don't cry, don't cry. I can't stand women crying. I'm here to take you away! Hmm? Who the hell handcuffed you?"

Seeing the shackles on Murong Xiaoyi's wrists, he glared at Zheng Haiyang, hostile: "Was it you?!"

Zheng Haiyang looked at Chen Xiaobei, who was covered in blood and scars, and was stunned: "Where did this lunatic come from?"

Murong Xiaoyi, fearing Chen Xiaobei would act, promptly said: "You should leave quickly, this has nothing to do with you!"

Zheng Haiyang suddenly realized and said with a chuckle, "It seems you are Chen Xiaobei? What, are you thinking of coming to play the hero and rescue the beauty?"

"I heard you even offended the Ye family, struggling to survive, yet you dare to emerge..."

If it weren't for Ye Shanhe wanting to kill Chen Xiaobei personally, the Zhou family would have dealt with him, for his association with Murong Xiaoyi naturally made him a thorn in their side!

"You're talking about the Haidong Three Evils? It's troublesome, but they should be hiding and healing now, right."

Chen Xiaobei's casual words stunned the entire room.

The reputation of the Haidong Three Evils was well-known, vicious beyond compare, yet Chen Xiaobei had just defeated them?

That would be a first-class grandmaster!

Zheng Haiyang squinted his eyes, noticing Chen Xiaobei's battle scars, and felt a flicker of surprise—these were the marks of a fierce battle.

Crossing realms to kill enemies is the hallmark of a talent.

"Quite something, worthy of a genius. But..."

Yet he curled his lips in disdain, looking down on Chen Xiaobei: "Brain is useless! Do you think defeating the Three Evils gives you the courage to challenge me? Though my realm is not high, I am a Sixth Rank grandmaster, and now you want to challenge me along with my three thousand martial soldiers?"

Murong Xiaoyi urgently said: "Chen Xiaobei, I implore you, leave quickly! You are no match!"

Murong Longcheng looked distressed: "Mr. Chen, I know you mean well, but this... is not something you can interfere in!"

Even if Chen Xiaobei could defeat the Three Evils.

But now, it's a three thousand strong army!

Does Chen Xiaobei plan to battle three thousand soldiers alone?

How is that possible!

"There sure are a lot of people."

Chen Xiaobei glanced at the orderly military formation and said calmly.

He didn't expect this many people, though it made no difference—the things he had to do, he could never turn a blind eye.

"If it weren't for the Ye family deciding to kill you themselves, you wouldn't live through today." Zheng Haiyang sneered, "Now, get lost! I'll leave your worthless life for the Ye family to take!"

Chen Xiaobei sincerely remarked: "With your kind of intelligence, how did you become a Three-Star General? Did you pull some strings?"

"What did you say?" Zheng Haiyang shouted angrily.

"Using your head, you'd know, if I were scared, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. Since I'm here..." Chen Xiaobei smiled, saying: "I have only one objective."

"Either kill everyone or let everyone kill me!"

His words left everyone shocked!

They all stared at Chen Xiaobei in disbelief; they knew he was crazy, but hadn't expected him to be this crazed.

He alone dared to oppose the army?!

"Chen Xiaobei, you should just leave..." Murong Longcheng said challenging, almost thinking he was hearing a madman if not for Chen Xiaobei saying it!

Murong Xiaoyi gave a bitter smile but found some comfort; she hadn't misjudged Chen Xiaobei. At this critical moment, he was willing to sacrifice his life to protect her.

Too bad she didn't realize this sooner; had she, wouldn't she have made him her man?

"Are you saying you can defeat my three thousand Zhou family martial soldiers?"

Zheng Haiyang looked at Chen Xiaobei as if he were a fool.

"I can't really beat them." Chen Xiaobei admitted, even the Earthly Sect might be overwhelmed by the army, let alone himself.

"I thought you were somebody; turns out you're a nutcase."

Zheng Haiyang was speechless, regretting wasting words with Chen Xiaobei, nearly lowering himself.

Then Chen Xiaobei's next sentence left him stunned.

"I may not be able to defeat all of you, but I do have the ability to drag all of you to death together."

He said, taking out a small glass vial from the Qiankun Bag, inside which was a lightly swirling blood mist.

He smiled at Zheng Haiyang, saying: "Have you heard of Blood Poison Rash?"

"Blood Poison Rash?"

Zheng Haiyang chuckled and said: "Are you saying that's Blood Poison Rash inside? Impossible! It vanished over a hundred years ago!"

"Actually, it didn't disappear. The last person infected by Blood Poison Rash was Qin Shihua from the Qin family, and the one who cured her was Chen Xiaobei! If you don't believe it, go investigate."

At this moment, Luo Qingcheng swallowed and said.

Zheng Haiyang's face suddenly froze.

Chen Xiaobei's calm voice slowly entered his ears: "Blood Poison Rash is extremely contagious. I made it even scarier on purpose and as self-defense, I obtained some pus from Qin Shihua and crafted it into blood mist."

"As long as I break this bottle, everyone here, oh sorry, it should be everyone below the Mysterious Sect's level will be infected and die."

"I think the martial soldiers here haven't reached the Mysterious Sect's level, right?"

"General Zheng, you wouldn't want three thousand martial soldiers' lives buried here because of a thoughtless decision, would you? It's a consequence you cannot bear."

Zheng Haiyang's face turned pale, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

If three thousand Zhou family martial soldiers died by his hand, even if he returned alive, a death sentence awaited him!

"You wouldn't dare do that! It would devastate all of Qingyang, and the Murong family would be wiped out too! You wouldn't dare!"

Zheng Haiyang roared.

Yet Chen Xiaobei looked at him, smiling: "General Zheng, did you forget?"

"I'm not very bright!"