Yao Clan

Chapter 22

Yao Clan

Meanwhile

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In Huaxia, Number 1 top grade city, underneath multiple symmetrical Villas, an underground bunker roughly the size of 14 football fields segmented into different rooms.

The bunker had a sleek design. It could be described as luxurious with both modern and ancient intricates, plated with gold around the walls and edges that could shimmer in light.

But as of now, each room was dark, especially one at the lower end, where a man's faint scream could be heard.

"John, don't be stupid, tell us the location of the Ancestral Lin family medal, and maybe the family head might just spare you,"

A mesmerising fair-skinned curvaceous woman held a whip with thorns in her hand as she looked at he extremely dishevelled man in front of her.

"Xiaoyue, no matter what you say, I am never going to tell you where the Ancestral medal is, even if I were to die here" The dishevelled foreigner gasped for breath as he barely answered her.

He was nailed to the wall bare with only a torn rag hanging around his waist. His whole body was riddled with gruesome wounds a testament to the whip in the female hands. He shook his body at certain times as insects ran on his open wounds.

Hearing what he said, the woman gave him a deep look, "John think wisely, you should know the patriarch he doesn't take no for an answer and even if you die do you think that it'll end with you."

With each word, she stepped closer to John, to the point she could feel his breath only a few inches away from touching him.

John merely smiled strangely, raised his head, then spat on her face, his saliva mixed with some of his blood. "Keep dreaming, Xiaoyue."

Xiaoyue calmly wiped the blood and saliva from her face, then flicked her wrist

"Pah!"

The whip coursed through the air in a blur before landing on one of the deep open wounds.

"Arrgh!" The man grits his teeth, trying his hardest not to scream due to the overwhelming pain. His body shook on the wall

"Xiaoyue, you will pay both you and that son of a b*tch, you call patriarch," the man said, his eyes red with ferocity, his voice filled with hate.

Hearing what the man said, Xiaoyue eyes turned icy. "Insulting the patriarch is a sin worthy of death." As soon as she finished, she flicked her wrist once more

The whip turned into a blur immediately, but this time, there was no sound of the whip, no grunt from the man, nor any form of noise.

Her whip made a straight line pointing towards the man, his lower left rib drilled into by the whip dripping with blood

Xiaoyue looked at the man whose heart had been pierced by her whip in an instant for a moment.

She retrieved her whip, then whipped it through the air, getting rid of the blood and grime before turning her back and walking out of the room coldly,

"Greetings, Young Miss Yao," A middle aged man donned in a suit bowed 90 degrees to Yao Xiaoyue with both fear and adoration in his eyes.

"Ohh, a servant was here. Did you hear anything?" Xiaoyue asked with a cold smile as she was a bit surprised by the man's presence in front of her but not affected at all.

"Yes, Young Miss, I heard everything," Du feng, the middle-aged man, knew better than to lie to one of the cruellest heiress of the Yao Clan.

Someone notorious for killing the most servants in the Yao Clan just because she doesn't like their expression, gossips or lies.

Xiaoyue looked at the man who still tried to maintain his bow calmly, but his shaking legs betrayed him.

Seeing this, Xiaoyue lips curled upward, finding it amusing. "What's your name?"

"To reply, Young Miss, this lowly servants' name is Du Feng," he replied with the most formal yet submissive tone he could utter.

"Hmm, I don't remember such a servant, though," Xiaoyue smirked mischievously and then whispered in his ear, "Or could you be a spy sent by a force that is hostile to the Yao Clan" her voice sweet and subtle.

But to Du Feng, it was nothing more than the whispers of a grim reaper, making his heartbeat accelerate, and his trembling legs became even more intense, he was already on the verge of losing his footing as cold sweat formed on his back.

"Y-Young Miss, t-this lowly servant is willing to l-lay down his life to p-prove his innocence," With his whole body shaking, he stuttered to barely save himself.

Du Feng knew that this was the best response he could give, but he also knew this was a gamble as saying this was like giving the monster in front of him permission to kill him

Xiaoyue looked at the man in front of her who seemed to have wet himself without knowing,

"Heh, such a spineless bastard, I'll spare you this once just relay everything that happened to Sister Xiulan, now get out of my sight." she said coldly before walking right past him

Du Feng did not waste a second before standing erect and fleeing. He couldn't avoid getting mixed up with that demonic jinx of a heiress again.

But as soon as he left his original spot, he noticed an unsightly puddle of liquid, knowing what it was Du Feng face darkened, and then he cursed under his breath

"F*CK!"

Du Feng quickly set out to relay everything to Yao Xiulan, an angel among the Yao Clan, but before that, he needed to change his outfit to avoid any misunderstandings

After all, he, Du Feng, had faced one of the Yao Clan demons, which specialized in hunting his profession, and he survived despite that.

Changing into a black tuxedo, he was finally ready to depart, quickly called a car, and directed it to another of the Yao Clan assets.. Their Security Company.