The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 430 When are you guys getting married?_1

Chapter 430: Chapter 430 When are you guys getting married?_1

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan’s face subtly changed.

What did Zhang Xian mean by his words? Was someone secretly targeting the old master?

"Zhang Xian, are you mistaken?"

Xia Shuyuan asked, "The old master rarely goes out, who could have targeted him? You’re not suggesting that there’s a mole among us, are you?"

"Exactly!"

Zhang Xian said, "The old master may not have gone out, but someone did."

"Um..."

Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xian in confusion, asking, "Are you referring to us? Only Shuyuan and I went out!"

"No, there was one more."

Zhang Xian pointed at the middle-aged woman and said, "She went out. As a nanny here, she should go shopping every morning, right? That’s where the problem lies."

"What... What do you mean? Are you suspecting me?"

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and said, "I’ve followed the old master for ten years and there’s never been a problem. He always saw me as one of his own, why would I harm him? What good does it do for me?"

"Yeah! Elder Sister Yu would never do such a thing." Xia Shuyuan expressed her disbelief.

Mo Fan shook his head, "Zhang Xian, there may be a misunderstanding here. Elder Sister Yu has been with us for ten years, why would she harm my father?"

"Heh heh..."

Zhang Xian chuckled, "The Elder Sister Yu you all know might not, but she would."

"You... You..." The middle-aged woman was greatly frightened.

Xia Shuyuan and Mo Fan looked puzzled, "Zhang Xian, what do you mean by this? Isn’t she Elder Sister Yu?"

"She is not."

Zhang Xian quickly grabbed the middle-aged woman’s neck, directly infusing her with spiritual energy.

Because the previous assassin had already taken poison, his death was swift, thus he was unable to extract any information. This time, his first action was to detoxify these assassins.

These assassins, presumably brainwashed, were thoroughly devoted to their organization. The thought of killing themselves didn’t even make them bat an eye.

Just as expected, as soon as his spiritual energy entered the woman’s body, he rapidly found toxic substances spreading. If she didn’t get the antidote within a minute, she would die.

"I... I don’t understand what you’re talking about," the middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, saying.

Zhang Xian gave a cold smile, "You don’t have to speak, but the pain you’ll feel will be unbearable. I advise you not to make me resort to that."

"Zhang Xian..."

Xia Shuyuan grabbed Zhang Xian’s hand, saying, "Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? She is clearly Elder Sister Yu."

"She is not."

Zhang Xian reached out, tearing off a mask from the middle-aged woman’s face, revealing her real face.

She was a woman in her thirties, with a scar on her face. But with the mask, the scar was concealed, and even her appearance changed.

"This..." Xia Shuyuan’s eyes widened in shock.

Everyone else had the same reaction. How could such a thin thing change someone’s appearance? And how could she mimic Elder Sister Yu’s voice so accurately?

If it weren’t for the removal of the mask, they would still believe that this woman was Elder Sister Yu.

"Are you waiting for death?"

Seeing the middle-aged woman remaining silent, Zhang Xian sneered, "Let me assure you, I won’t kill you. You can’t die, so don’t bother waiting. Do you think I’m ignorant of your intentions?"

The middle-aged woman didn’t believe him and ignored Zhang Xian.

However, after a minute, her face suddenly showed surprise; her eyes wide open.

What’s happening? Why am I not dead yet? The poison inside me hasn’t been neutralized, calculating the time, it should’ve kicked in by now! Why aren’t there any reactions inside me?

"This is impossible..." The middle-aged woman kept shaking her head.

The pill they took required updates every half hour, while the one at night was different and lasted twelve hours.

Every time before the poison acted, there would be a sensation of itchiness three minutes prior, which was a prelude to the poison acting. But at this moment, there was no reaction from her body.

"Are you going to confess, or should I make you?" Zhang Xian’s grip on the middle-aged woman’s neck tightened.

The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Xian and said, "Fine, I can tell you where Elder Sister Yu is. But I don’t know anything else, I don’t have the authority to know."

"Seems like you still haven’t come clean."

Zhang Xian suddenly had a golden needle in his hand and stuck it into the middle-aged woman.

"Ahh..."

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman let out a harsh scream, rolling on the ground as if enduring inhuman torture.

In fact, she was indeed experiencing inhuman pain. It was as if her body was slowly splitting apart, and each nerve was enduring great torment.

"This..."

Seeing the middle-aged woman in such agony, Mo Fan, Mo Shaoyun, Xia Shuyuan and the others couldn’t help but shudder.

Just by looking, even though they hadn’t experienced the same treatment, they felt uncomfortable and had chills.

"Please... please, no... no more torture."

After just a short while, the middle-aged woman could no longer endure the inhuman torture and began to beg Zhang Xian for mercy in interrupted sentences.

"Feeling honest yet?"

Zhang Xian pulled out the golden needle and said coldly, "Tell me everything you know. Dare to lie again, and I’ll let you taste a pain so severe you’d wish for death."

"I...I really don’t know."

The middle-aged woman said, "We’ve always just followed the orders from above, and they take their orders from someone higher. Foot soldiers like us don’t have the privilege to know."

"You mean, only someone two ranks higher than you would know the specifics of the mission?" Zhang Xian asked.

The middle-aged woman nodded, "Yes...Yes, we just follow our orders; we don’t dare to ask questions."

Zhang Xian grabbed the middle-aged woman by her collar and demanded, "Where is the Mo family’s babysitter? Has she been hurt?"

"No...no..."

The middle-aged woman said, "I’ve locked her up at my place."

Zhang Xian hoisted the woman up and said, "Take me to her. If you dare try to trick me, you know the consequences. A pain worse than before, and one that will completely shatter you."

"I...I’ll take you there." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"You guys wait here, don’t go out."

After imparting these words to Mo Fan and others, Zhang Xian headed out with the middle-aged woman.

"This..."

Watching Zhang Xian leave, Xia Shuyuan furrowed her brows and asked, "Mo Fan, things don’t seem simple! Who exactly is targeting us?"

"I’m not sure."

Mo Fan shook his head and said, "But it seems that Zhang Xian is really as awesome as grandfather said. With his involvement, the truth should be revealed soon."

"Shaoyun..."

Xia Shuyuan suddenly turned her head and asked Mo Shaoyun, "Did you invite Zhang Xian here? How did he show up in Yanjing so suddenly?"

"I...I didn’t!"

Mo Shaoyun was taken aback and said, "I understand now! It must have been Sister Nan who invited him."

"Xiao Nan..."

Xia Shuyuan turned her head again and asked, "Where is Xiao Nan? Why hasn’t she returned yet?"

"She left this morning. She had a business deal to negotiate, and she wouldn’t be back so soon." Xiao Nan replied, "However, I did call her earlier. Judging by the time, she should be back soon."

Xia Shuyuan nodded but didn’t ask any more questions.

If Xiao Nan wasn’t out, she would definitely come back. Now, to the Mo family, Xiao Nan was one of them, no different from a family member.

"Grandpa..."

Suddenly, a figure rushed in from outside, crying like a baby. It was an anxious Xiao Nan, who had just hurried back to the house.

"Xiao Nan, why...why are you crying so much?" Xia Shuyuan asked in surprise.

Seeing everyone standing here safe and sound, Xiao Nan wiped away her tears and asked, "Didn’t...didn’t Shaoyun say that Grandpa was dying? Why...why are you all standing here?"

"There was some danger earlier..."

Mo Fan laughed and said, "But after Zhang Xian came, he saved Grandfather who is now resting upstairs."

"Uhuh... You scared me half to death." Xiao Nan suddenly squatted down, clutching her head.

She stayed with the Mo family because Mo Heng had brought her back that year, treating her just like his own granddaughter. By now, she had already come to regard the Mo family as her own home.

When she got the news that Mo Heng was at his last breath, she almost fell apart, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

"Alright! Stop crying, will you?"

Xia Shuyuan pulled Xiao Nan up, saying, "Your grandfather is completely fine now, healthier than ever. He’s not leaving us. Please stop crying. It pains my heart to see you like this."

"Sure, can I go see Grandpa?" Xiao Nan asked.

Xia Shuyuan laughed and said, "Yes! He’s upstairs."

"Wait..."

Mo Shaoyun suddenly held Xiao Nan back, "Nobody can approach Grandpa until Zhang Xian comes back."

"Shaoyun, what’s the matter?" Xiao Nan asked in confusion.

Mo Shaoyun looked at Xiao Nan and said, "Sister Nan, it’s not that I suspect you, but someone just impersonated Elder Sister Yu and almost killed Grandpa. You can’t go upstairs until Zhang Xian is back."

"Uh, alright!" Xiao Nan nodded.

Mo Shaoyun grabbed Xiao Nan’s hand and said, "I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, but I’m worried and afraid that something might happen again."

Xiao Nan nodded. "I understand."

Mo Fan and Xia Shuyuan felt it was somewhat inappropriate for Mo Shaoyun to suspect Xiao Nan. However, they didn’t voice their concerns because this matter indeed demanded vigilance.

"That..."

A middle-aged man stepped forward and asked, "Brother Fan, since when did your family get an extra son-in-law?"

"Yeah..."

A woman stepped forward and asked, "We didn’t know about this. You guys really aren’t acting in good faith! Are you afraid we’ll come over and ask for a drink?"

"Uh...that..."

Mo Fan waved his hands and said, "Everyone, I didn’t mean it like that. But it’s pointless to ask me. You should ask my daughter! Only if she says that you’ll have drinks, will you."

"Shaoyun, tell your aunt, when can we drink?" a beautiful woman asked.

Another woman came forward and said, "Exactly, you’re almost twenty-six and still not married. Don’t tell me you plan on staying single?"

"You...you all..."

Mo Shaoyun didn’t know what to say. She honestly couldn’t answer this question. Her relationship with Zhang Xian was on the brink of falling apart. How could they talk about marriage?

Moreover, would that guy agree to marry her? It’s close to impossible.