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Chapter 17: A Thousand Spider Webs, No Longer Good
Chapter 17: A Thousand Spider Webs, No Longer Good
The man wore a cute, innocent cow mask, but the eyes behind it held no trace of innocence.
In the moment their eyes met, Sun Charles felt the taste of death.
The intense killing intent was like an overwhelming flood, threatening to shatter his mental defenses!
"This is the Xu Family Wood Carving Shop! You... You dare to commit murder here?!"
Gritting his teeth against the pain in his abdomen, Sun Charles screamed in the face of death.
His blood and life energy surged, his tendons strained, and a fine thread of inner strength writhed in his palms, showcasing his prowess at the Tendon Opening stage as he prepared to counterattack.
Sun Charles knew that this was the Xu Family compound, where many old wood carvers lived. If he could just buy some time, help might come!
At the very least, his older brother and father lived in nearby courtyards and would hear the commotion and come to his aid!
Lucas Lee looked at Sun Charles with a cold, indifferent gaze. The man's desperate, frantic appearance was a far cry from his usual gentle and refined demeanor.
In truth, Lucas Lee had never imagined that a man who appeared so kind and gentle could be so cruel and vicious to his own daughter.
He would order her to cook and do chores, and any slight dissatisfaction would result in a beating with a bamboo stick.
One could never truly know a person's heart.
Of course, none of that mattered now...
What mattered was that Lucas Lee had heard Sun Charles's words.
He had confirmed that Sun Charles harbored malice toward Sally. This man was the one who had placed the angry-eyed spirit infant carving last night, intending to offer Sally to the Dharma Master in exchange for a son!
That was enough reason for him to die.
With this thought, a surge of murderous intent and wrath filled Lucas Lee's heart.
Bang!
Stimulated by the threat of death, Sun Charles let out a roar, his arms slamming down on the ground, and his entire body shot up. His back tendons tightened like strings, and he launched a powerful punch at Lucas Lee with a thunderous impact!
The strength of his Tendon Opening stage and inner strength burst forth!
However...
The towering, muscular figure with the cow mask simply raised his hand, and a fist the size of a fan suddenly clenched, delivering a powerful punch.
Instantly, a sound like the roar of a dragon and the bellow of an elephant echoed, carrying a powerful sonic wave that shook the air and swept through the room.
The fists collided, and a bone-cracking sound exploded!
Sun Charles let out a blood-curdling scream, his eyes filled with terror!
"Bone Tempering?! A Bone Tempering Warrior?!"
Such strength could only belong to a Bone Tempering Warrior!
How could a Bone Tempering Warrior just happen to come and kill him in the compound?!
With one punch, Lucas Lee shattered Sun Charles's arm bones. The eyes behind the cow mask remained cold and emotionless.
His fingers twitched lightly under his sleeve, and the Dao Fruit's craftsmanship responded with a subtle movement.
An invisible silver thread seemed to tear through the air, like a spider's silk or a razor-sharp sword being drawn, dancing wildly and creating a gust of wind.
Mechanism: Thousand Spider Threads!
Accompanied by the sounds of snapping and slicing.
With a quick clench of his fingers, the threads rapidly retracted, returning to the sleeves of his robe.
The towering figure pressed down his hat, shook his sleeves, and turned, bounding a few steps into the courtyard.
He opened the gate from the inside and left, vanishing into the snowstorm.
Sun Charles stared blankly at the departing figure.
A thin red line slowly oozed blood droplets from his neck...
The overturned eight-legged table behind him was silently sliced in two, with a perfectly smooth cut.
Simultaneously...
Sun Charles's head was also severed.
With a thud, his head tilted and fell from his neck, accompanied by a spurt of hot blood.
The room was drenched in blood.
Lily, lying on the side, had already been terrified into a stupor, her body trembling uncontrollably.
When the howling wind and snow rushed in through the broken door, she finally let out a terrified scream from the depths of her throat!
"Murder... Murder!"
...
...
In the dark alley.
Lucas Lee dispelled the [Dragon Elephant Vajra] technique.
The power of the Dao Fruit instantly restored his body to normal. He quickly put on his clothes, picked up the Mooring Mask, and with a squeeze of his fingers, it shattered into a pile of wood chips.
Adjusting his hat, Li Che listened to the muffled sobs carried by the wind and snow.
His expression remained unchanged.
If Sun Changbiao were to remain alive, he would continue to pose a significant threat to Xixi. Li Che feared that if he ever failed to protect Xixi, the one crying would be him.
In this world, one must not be merciful or weak.
Li Che no longer considered himself a good person. Killing was not new to him; he had done it before with the black-skinned giant and now with Sun Changbiao.
His hands were stained with blood.
But he only wanted to protect his daughter.
This was his duty as a father.
"I'm still too weak. If I could... eliminate the Spirit Infant Sect, Xixi would be safe."
Li Che glanced at his palm and murmured softly.
Then, he straightened his back and walked out of the alley.
...
...
Li Che returned to the courtyard, where Old Chen was playing with Xixi.
He extravagantly used his inner strength to melt the snow covering the yard, leaving a dry surface for the little girl to walk on with her walker, stumbling around.
"Daddy!" The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw Li Che.
She wobbled over, and Li Che's smile widened. "Does little stinky Xixi miss her daddy?"
He picked her up and playfully poked her little nose.
Old Chen immediately felt jealous and didn't bother to melt the snow. Snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.
"You still prefer your daddy. I spent the whole day with you, and as soon as he comes back, you ignore me." Old Chen pouted, and the air seemed to fill with a sour scent.
Li Che burst out laughing, pointing at Old Chen.
Zhang Ya emerged from the kitchen with a tray of hot dishes, smiling gently. "Uncle Chen, Husband, it's time to eat."
She set the dishes on the table, a rich spread with meat and fish, providing ample nutrition.
She took a small bowl, picked out some fish meat, and mixed it with congee to feed Xixi, who was sitting in her high chair and tapping the wooden bowl.
Li Che and Old Chen began eating, drinking, and chatting.
Zhang Ya's cooking was excellent, and Old Chen often came over for meals, feeling no guilt. After all, the cost of a few meals was nothing to Li Che.
Moreover, Old Chen had started reducing his work to spend more time with Xixi, often introducing his woodcarving clients to Li Che, bringing in many well-paying jobs.
After the meal, Old Chen strolled away, humming a tune, in a pleasant mood.
However, he hadn't gone far when he heard hurried footsteps. At the corner, he encountered a figure with a panicked look.
"Little Liu, where are you going?"
Old Chen recognized him as the young son of Old Liu, the master woodcarver.
"Ah, it's Master Chen. Sigh... something's happened. Something's wrong with my sister..."
Little Liu's face was grim, but he stopped and greeted Old Chen.
Old Chen's expression immediately turned serious.
Little Liu's sister... wasn't she Sun Changbiao's wife?
"At the Xu Family Compound, a criminal suddenly appeared, broke into my brother-in-law's yard, and brutally killed him... Sigh... my father asked me to inform the shopkeeper..."
Little Liu sighed deeply, explained briefly to Old Chen, and then hurriedly ran out of the compound.
The cold wind blew sharply, and the world was eerily quiet.
Sun Changbiao... dead?
He had just told Li Che that the one after Xixi was Sun Changbiao.
And now, Sun Changbiao was dead, killed in his own home.
A coincidence?
Old Chen gripped his wine gourd, his expression becoming complex.
(End of Chapter)
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