Villain: After Intercepting the Female Lead, the Protagonist Collapses

Although Lin Xiyan hadn’t broken through to the Transformate realm, she had advanced from the early stage of Innate directly to the peak of Innate, which was already quite impressive.

“What, are you envious?” Seeing Ji Menglan like this, Lin Xiyan smiled and teased her a little.

She didn’t believe Jiang Che’s nonsense about Ji Menglan working for him. She had already guessed something about their relationship.

Jiang Che was really quite the playboy, not even sparing herself and her junior sister. Now even Ji Menglan had fallen into his trap.

Why was this guy always fixated on their few senior and junior sisters? Did he want to take them all in one go?

Thinking about this, Lin Xiyan couldn’t help but fall into contemplation. She thought that with Jiang Che’s shameless personality, he might actually do something like this!

As the two were talking, Jiang Che walked in from outside the living room, a light and carefree smile on his face, looking like in a very good mood.

“Breakthrough to the peak of Innate? Not bad.” Feeling the aura Lin Xiyan inadvertently released, Jiang Che nodded in satisfaction. Although she didn’t break through to Transformation in one go, it was still quite good for now.

“Thank you very much this time.” Lin Xiyan said sincerely, her eyes full of gratitude as she looked at Jiang Che.

Without Jiang Che’s help, she didn’t know when she would have been able to break through to her current cultivation level.

“If you want to thank me, just satisfy one of my hobbies next time…” Jiang Che raised an eyebrow and said playfully.

“Bah, you are really shameless!” Hearing Jiang Che’s words, Lin Xiyan’s face turned red, and she scolded him angrily.

Ji Menglan was still there, and she didn’t expect Jiang Che to say such things without blushing or skipping a beat! He really was a scumbag! Not caring about his own dignity at all!

Ji Menglan’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, her heart full of complaints. Just now, when she asked Lin Xiyan, she didn’t admit it, saying that Jiang Che was just an ordinary friend.

Ordinary friends who flirt with each other right in front of her? And satisfy Jiang Che’s certain hobbies?

After spending more than half a month together, Ji Menglan had some understanding of Jiang Che’s hobbies. This shameless guy would sometimes give Ah Qing blood circulation and disperse cold right in front of her!

Jiang Che ignored Ji Menglan’s strange look, not bothering to explain anything to her. It wasn’t something that couldn’t be seen by others anyway.

Jiang Che planned to be honest with Shen Qingqiu about his situation the next time they met. He had a way to deal with her.

“Chen Feng is dead. I will arrange for Lin Tianlong to take the position as one of the Northern Throne. When you go back, remember to tell your grandfather.”

“Thank you.” Lin Xiyan looked gratefully at Jiang Che, thinking that he did it entirely for her sake.

The position of the Northern Throne was not too big nor too small. Jiang Che might not care about it, but for their Lin family, it was undoubtedly a huge opportunity.

As long as Lin Tianlong could secure the position of the Northern Throne, the status of their Lin family would rise accordingly. It wouldn’t be impossible for them to become the top family in Linjiang City.

“Remember to come to me when you have time. I will give you a surprise!” Whispering a few words in Jiang Che’s ear, Lin Xiyan’s face turned red, and she left quickly as if escaping.

She had already come to accept Jiang Che’s strange hobbies now.

Looking at Lin Xiyan’s departing figure, Jiang Che couldn’t help but feel a bit expectant.

“You really are a scoundrel! Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell our senior sister about these things?” Ji Menglan looked at Jiang Che and complained helplessly.

She wondered if their senior sister would be so angry she’d spit blood if she knew what Jiang Che had done.

“Since I dare to do it, obviously I’m not afraid. But if you dare to complain to Qingqiu, I don’t mind treating your androphobia.” Jiang Che glanced at Ji Menglan and took out medical instruments from his system space, shaking them in front of her.

Indeed, three days without a beating, and she starts causing trouble! These days, without treating Ji Menglan, Jiang Che clearly felt that she was becoming a bit arrogant. Now she even dared to threaten him!

Seeing the medical instruments Jiang Che took out, Ji Menglan’s face turned white, her eyes full of fear. She hadn’t forgotten the shadow Jiang Che left on her.

She didn’t dare stay here any longer, running back to her room. She feared staying here would lead to Jiang Che treating her again. She believed he would do it, given the precedent, Jiang Che was not a man of principles.

…

A Maybach driven by Ah Long, carrying Chen Feng’s body, arrived at the Zhao Group’s building.

After parking the car and identifying himself, Ah Long asked the receptionist to inform the Zhao family members to come down and claim Chen Feng’s body.

About five or six minutes later, Zhao Wuji came out of the building wearing a Chinese-style tunic suit. His face looked pale, still not recovered from the internal injuries caused by Chen Feng last night.

“Are you from the Jiang family?” Looking at the burly man in black, Zhao Wuji cupped his fists and asked politely.

The receptionist had already informed him of Ah Long’s identity. Even though he was just a bodyguard from the Jiang family, Zhao Wuji dared not be neglectful, treating him with respect.

Others might not know the terror of the Jiang family, but as the most senior member of the Zhao family, he had some understanding of the Jiang family.

Moreover, he could keenly sense that the man in front of him was not an ordinary person but a martial artist with cultivation, at least a Innate expert!

“Yes, I am from the Jiang family. Our young master asked me to bring this person to you.” Ah Long glanced at Zhao Wuji, opened the trunk of the Maybach, revealing Chen Feng’s body.

Chen Feng had been dead for less than two hours, and his body hadn’t started to rot or stink, looking just like an ordinary sleeping person.

But Zhao Wuji was not an ordinary person. He naturally sensed that Chen Feng was long dead. He frowned and looked at Ah Long, asking with some confusion.

“I don’t know what your young master means…”

“Our young master said this is an enemy of your Zhao family. Knowing you were no match for him, he dealt with him for you and sent him over.”

“He hopes your Zhao family can give our young master some reward as payment for killing him for you…”

Hearing Ah Long’s words, Zhao Wuji’s mouth twitched violently, his expression turning strange.

He couldn’t understand how Jiang Che knew about the enmity between his Zhao family and Chen Feng, and why he took it upon himself to kill Chen Feng?

But Chen Feng was already dead, and asking these questions now was obviously inappropriate. Jiang Che was clearly asking for a reward and he couldn’t refuse.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Wuji slowly said, “Thank Young Master Jiang for me, for avenging our Zhao family. As for the reward, I need to discuss it with the head of the family after I return.”

Jiang Che had sent Chen Feng’s body over, so he wouldn’t be satisfied with small profits. It was clear he intended to take advantage of the situation, and Zhao Wuji had to endure it silently.

After all, they couldn’t afford to provoke Jiang Che, and he did avenge the Zhao family.

“Be quick about it. Our young master doesn’t like to wait.” Ah Long glanced at Zhao Wuji, then signaled the bodyguards who came with him to carry Chen Feng’s body down before driving away.

The task was completed. He didn’t bother talking more with this old man. He’d rather spend the time visiting Heaven on Earth a few more times.

Watching the Maybach drive away, Zhao Wuji felt a bit stifled. He didn’t expect even a small bodyguard to look down on him so much.

But he could only endure this frustration silently. The Jiang family was not to be provoked.

“Load it into the car, we’re heading back to the Zhao family.” He instructed the people who came with him and got into the car.

The mission in Linjiang was over, and he could return to report.

…

On a green train heading to Linjiang City, a young man with ordinary looks sat by the window. He looked about twenty years old, wearing a plain white T-shirt that looked like it came from a roadside stall for ten yuan.

He wore light blue jeans with patches on the legs and a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes covered in mud, looking like he had just returned from working in the fields.

His name was Huang Xiaolong, from a remote mountain village not far from Linjiang City. There, he had always lived a life dependent on the weather. They didn’t even have electricity, let alone running water.

All the able-bodied young men in the village had left to work in nearby cities. He was an orphan, raised on communal meals.

Two years ago, while hunting in the mountains, he accidentally obtained the inheritance of an ancient qi practitioner in a cave. After two years of hard cultivation, Huang Xiaolong left the village and came to Linjiang City.

This was his first time leaving the poor village for the big city. His eyes kept looking out the train window. The train had already entered Linjiang City, and his eyes were full of curiosity as he looked at the towering buildings around.