CHAPTER 250: CHAPTER 250: TAKING DOWN THE CLAN ASSOCIATION IN ONE FELL SWOOP

Qin Jinhai raised an eyebrow. "On what pretext should we lure Fu Bing over? Han Hu’s illness?"

"Judging by Fu Bing’s deep feelings for Han Hu, that approach is ill-advised; it will only tip them off. The best method is to pick one from Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Fu Xiaomei. If we have one of them, Fu Bing will naturally come."

A dangerous gleam flashed in Qin Yue’s eyes.

"The theory is sound. How do you plan to execute it? Kidnapping? As far as I know, they have Wu Shi’s Wrathful Dead by their side. How can you manage to avoid their watchful eyes?"

Qin Yue said proudly, "We’ve checked. Wu Shi is away on business these few days. The Wrathful Dead can only perform at their best when he’s present. As long as he’s not here, those losers are just scattered sand."

The Wrathful Dead were composed of those who had attempted suicide—a group of failures once oppressed to the point of wanting death. What kind of trouble could they possibly stir?

A cold light seeped into Qin Jinhai’s eyes, but he said, "You don’t need to tell me these things. Just bring the person over."

"This is your job!" Qin Yue demanded forcefully.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning. You want to dump all the blame for offending Fu Bing and Qin Jinhai onto me. You hope to enrage Qin Jinhai enough for him to kill me with his own hands. Then you’d have something to hold over him, so you can manipulate him.

"Qin Jinhai was right. We’re all just a bunch of pathetic losers who can’t show our faces. We love to pretend to be profound, causing trouble for others by relying on that little advantage of operating from the shadows. In truth, we’re pitiful!

"Once the Su and Lian families join forces, you’re helpless. Not only do you lack the capacity to deal with outsiders, but you’re also eager to turn against your own people."

Qin Jinhai, wearing Qin Sheng’s face, had his mockery turned up to the maximum.

"Can you be certain that after killing me, you can control Qin Jinhai? Ask yourselves, over these years, how much of the Qin Family’s assets were earned by Qin Jinhai himself? Apart from pretending to be profound, what else can you bunch of self-proclaimed smart asses do?

"If you’re really that capable, crawl out of the gutter and try earning a few bucks on your own."

Qin Jinhai’s voice and image were transmitted to a villa in Yu City through the camera in Qin Yue’s suit pocket.

The expressions on the faces of those listening turned ugly.

"Such gross insubordination! Without the Qin Family’s foundation, Qin Jinhai would be nothing but trash!"

"The Qin Family gave him plenty of opportunities to grow, yet not only is he ungrateful, he also dares to criticize us?!"

"Get rid of Qin Sheng!"

"The Qin Family has no need for useless idiots!"

As they were speaking, they noticed "Qin Sheng" had fallen silent, his eyes staring intently at the camera, as if looking right through the screen at them.

The people there turned their heads, looked away, or bowed their heads; none dared to meet "Qin Sheng’s" gaze.

Suddenly, the "Qin Sheng" on the screen laughed. "Have any of you considered a possibility?"

He deliberately paused.

The Clan Association members and others involuntarily held their breath, waiting for his next words.

There was something strange about Qin Sheng tonight, a charisma that made others listen to him. If Qin Sheng had possessed such an imposing presence, his wife and child wouldn’t have been at their mercy for so long.

"Qin Sheng" flashed a smile. "You’ve been within Qin Jinhai’s hunting grounds all along."

Upon hearing this, the villa fell silent. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then, the people in the villa angrily smashed their cups.

"Quickly kill Qin Sheng! He’s boosting his own prestige and diminishing ours, yet he does such a shameless thing without even blushing!"

Qin Yue received the signal and obediently began to walk towards "Qin Sheng," one step at a time.

In the Imperial Garden, Wu Yue’s fingers flew across the keyboard, typing so quickly that they left afterimages.

"Brother Jinhai, I’ve locked onto their hideout."

Qin Jinhai watched Qin Yue approach with a calm and collected demeanor.

「Inside the villa.」

Everyone was waiting to watch "Qin Sheng" be tortured to death.

The next second, the screen went black.

A chorus of curses erupted. "Of all times for the equipment to malfunction, it had to be now?"

The servants, scolded so harshly they barely dared to breathe, quickly checked the projection equipment.

When one of them unintentionally glanced out the window, they screamed in terror.

Sometime during the commotion, a group of people dressed in white and wearing masks had appeared outside the window. They stood neatly arrayed, like phantoms.

"What are you screaming—"

Before the man could finish speaking, the words died in his throat.

A group of masked figures advanced step by step, subduing everyone in the room.

They, along with Qin Yue, were bundled into an abandoned shipyard.

When everyone opened their eyes, they saw Wu Shi sitting there.

Wu Shi, as usual, wore no mask. His eyes scanned the crowd wickedly, a short knife—his weapon of choice—toying in his hand.

With a cold gleam in his eyes, he demanded, "Where is Qin Jinhai?"

No one dared to make a sound.

Wu Shi kicked Qin Yue, who was closest to him, sprawling. "Speak!"

Qin Yue, struck in the chest, spat out a mouthful of blood.

"We... we’re also looking for Qin Jinhai!"

"And the result?"

"We... we didn’t find him."

"Trash!"

Wu Shi’s brown eyes swept towards the others. "You’re Qin Jinhai’s elders, aren’t you? Your own junior pulls a vanishing act, and none of you know where he is?"

The others remained deathly silent.

They were all quick-witted but physically inactive. They had thought they could hide behind the scenes their whole lives, giving orders without facing any danger. They never expected the Wrathful Dead to follow the clues right to them.

Members of the Clan Association glared at Qin Yue. "You traitor!"

Qin Yue’s face flushed with anger. "It was you who insisted on watching me torture Qin Sheng, desperately wanting me to bring a miniature camera and communication devices! A top electronics expert can pinpoint a location from signal fluctuations! You wouldn’t listen, thinking no one could be that smart."

"Now that we’re captured, you call me a traitor. Why don’t you consider that you’re the fools here?!"

Qin Yue was also cursing furiously. Without Qin Shuang, he had become a mere errand boy.

Suddenly, he realized something.

"Where is Qin Sheng? I was with Qin Sheng. How come I’ve been captured, but Qin Sheng hasn’t?"

Wu Shi sneered, "Not too stupid after all. Qin Sheng has other uses. You worthless trash should be thinking about where you want to be buried."

"You think we don’t have backup plans?" Qin Yuanze roared.

He was the head of the Clan Association. Over the years, through Qin Sheng’s psychological interventions, he had turned the Clan Association into a solid iron barrel. Countless people were willing to blindly devote their lives to his cause. He was accustomed to orchestrating matters from behind the scenes with ease and detachment. Now, being treated like a dog, he was utterly incensed.

Wu Shi walked over to Qin Yuanze and squatted down.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Two clear, symmetrical handprints instantly appeared on his face.

Qin Zeyuan was beside himself with shame and rage.

"You’re courting death!"

Wu Shi looked at the ordinary face with disgust.

His suffering, his pain, and even Fu Bing’s misery—all stemmed from this man and Qin Sheng. To think that all these years he had painstakingly searched for and fought against such a worthless individual; he felt his own incompetence was to blame for taking such a convoluted path.

Wu Shi restrained the urge to kill Qin Yuanze on the spot. "Was it you who concocted those rumors about the Qin Family and the Su Family with old Madam Su?"