Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1110: A Smile from the Huo Family’s Masters, the Fate of Others is Unpredictable

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1110: A Smile from the Huo Family’s Masters, the Fate of Others is Unpredictable

After Qin Ruan had left, Huo Yunjiao kicked the sofa, spreading his displeasure all around.

His uncontrollable anger marred what should have been a gentle and refined face, adding a bloodthirsty and terrifying aspect to his still-handsome features.

His eagle-sharp eyes were filled with a crimson as if about to explode at any moment.

Huo Yunjiao coldly looked towards Huo Qiang, his voice deep, devoid of any emotion, "Go and find out where the Witch Clan has settled!"

Since the Witch Clan dared to attack the Huo Family, their Saintess must already be in the Capital City. Without her orders, her subordinates wouldn’t dare touch the Huo Family.

The relationship between the Witch Clan and the Huo Family had already been torn apart, and the century-old agreement was now void. The Huo Family no longer needed to uphold their honor.

"Cough, cough..."

Just after he had issued the command, Huo Yunjiao covered his mouth with his hand and started coughing softly.

"My lord!"

Huo Qiang quickly stepped forward, supporting his arm, his face full of concern and urgency.

Huo Yunjiao pushed him away with his hand while continuing to cough, his voice raspy as he forced out, "Don’t worry about me! Go and investigate, find a way to bring Xuan Qing back to me!"

Back then, when he had sent Huo Qiang to support Old Six Jiang in West City, he knew it was for a girl.

At that time, he hadn’t known that the girl Old Six was protecting was Qin Ruan, but he was aware of the girl’s situation in West City.

Xuan Qing dared to covet Qin Ruan and even injured someone, forcing his Ruanruan into a corner with no escape. He must settle this account himself.

His cousin now lay in bed, enduring agonizing pain—all thanks to Xuan Qing.

Old grudges and new, all accounted for, he had to die!

"Yes, I’ll go right away!"

Feeling his master’s furious rage, Huo Qiang bowed and, with his men, quickly left.

Huo Yunjiao’s unfathomably cold eyes suddenly made the air within the room feel as if it had frozen.

Driven to extreme anger, his handsome face became calmer, but the fury within him burned uncontrollably like a wildfire.

West City.

The Huo Family’s carriages entered West City like a dragon, navigating through the narrow trash-littered streets, heading straight for the nightclub run by Old Six Jiang.

Old Six Jiang, having received the message that the moody and unpredictable Second Master Huo of the Huo Family was visiting, had instructed immediately to clear the venue.

Knowing the Huo Family was about to make a move, he ordered his men to bring the recently captured trouble-making mystics to the spacious hall.

Capturing these individuals hadn’t been easy, costing him quite a bit of effort.

Old Six Jiang sat calmly in the hall, his sharp eyes scanning the people kneeling throughout the hall.

These individuals were men and women, even spanning different nationalities.

Most of them were mystic masters, along with some without supernatural abilities, but who had aligned themselves with various corrupt practices.

To prevent them from causing disturbances, Old Six Jiang had ordered their mouths to be gagged beforehand.

"Six! Many people have come! Lots of cars too!"

One of his men came running in from outside, reporting hastily.

Hearing this, Old Six Jiang exchanged a look with Chou Le, who stood behind him. A cautious and solemn expression flashed through both their eyes.

They didn’t have time to think much and quickly walked towards the door.

Huo Yirong stepped one spotless shoe out of the car onto the damp ground beneath his feet, then bent down to emerge completely from the vehicle, spotting Jiang Lao Liu at the entrance, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, cold as ice.

Huo Chuan and Lin Hao exited the car from behind, quickly moving to stand loyally behind Huo Yirong.

Huo Chuan stepped forward two paces, leaning in to whisper into Huo Yirong’s ear, "Second Master, Ling Xuzi has already arrived with disciples from Spiritual Mountain Gate. We’ve invited people from Jade Star Sect and Nanyin Temple. However, members from Maoshan Sect, Longevity Sect, and Qingcheng Taoist Temple have also come, claiming to be friends of Madam.

The vampire members of the Rasambo Family who stayed in the country rushed here after hearing the news, subtly following us from a distance. The Family Head of the Gongsun Family also arrived with their Gu Masters, and various other sects we didn’t invite have also come to assist."

Huo Yirong’s eyebrows lifted slightly at the news, surprised by Qin Ruan’s summoning power.

He turned his gaze back to the endless line of cars on the street and saw the members of the Rasambo Family, tall and distinct with their blonde and red hair, different eye colors, and distinct from the Easterners.

There seemed to be at least forty or fifty of these people; he hadn’t expected Donald to leave family members in the inland before he left.

Looking at Ling Xuzi, who was conversing with the heads of Nanyin Temple and Jade Star Sect, Huo Yirong estimated that these three groups alone had over a hundred people.

Including Maoshan Sect, Longevity Sect, Qingcheng Taoist Temple, and other sect members, everyone together filled the not-so-broad street to the brim.

Huo Yirong’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the crowd for a long while.

Suddenly, he lifted the corner of his lips in a sinister curve, struck by a bold idea.

Although he was a mere mortal with no metaphysical powers, he possessed a highly agile and revengeful heart.

Standing at the nightclub’s entrance, Jiang Lao Liu saw the smile on Huo Yirong’s face and suddenly recalled a saying: when the gentlemen of the Huo Family smile, it’s hard to predict the fate of others.

A shiver ran down his spine, a bad premonition suddenly hitting him.

"Jiang Liu!"

Huo Yirong called out.

Jiang Lao Liu, accompanied by Chou Le, hurriedly approached.

He bowed respectfully, speaking reverently, "Second Master?"

Huo Yirong glanced at him and casually asked, "Where are they?"

His voice was calm, devoid of the anger from earlier.

In a humble posture, Jiang Lao Liu replied with little fluctuation in his tone, "Everyone is in the hall, waiting for your orders."

He was unsure how the Huo Family intended to deal with these people.

Huo Yirong lowered his eyes and meticulously adjusted his sleeve, speaking unhurriedly, "Get rid of them all, and don’t let their filthy bodies pollute the Back Sea."

Jiang Lao Liu blinked, puzzled, "What do you mean, Second Master?"

Each year, numerous corpses were buried in Back Sea—could it be that he wanted all those people eradicated?

Huo Yirong lifted his eyelids, his voice faint, "Once they’re dealt with, throw them all back to the Witch Clan."

The Witch Clan dared to break a century-old agreement; they needed to be prepared to face the wrath of the Huo Family.

"All... all of them killed?"

Jiang Lao Liu felt overwhelmed, his already anxious heart growing even more terrified.

There were nearly a hundred people kneeling in the nightclub from around the world.

Dealing with them would not only require substantial manpower and resources, but it would also be a major hassle.

As for sending them back to the Witch Clan, the transportation process would itself pose serious challenges for them.

Huo Yirong’s voice dropped, enigmatic, "Why? Do you want to plead for them?"

Jiang Lao Liu quickly shook his head, his survival instinct strong, "Some of them still hold certain information. Wouldn’t it be a pity to kill them? Would it not be better to keep some alive, pry their mouths open, and deal with them later?"