Chapter Nineteen: Born Killer (Part One)

"Damn it, that Yan fellow, just a penniless, powerless punk, actually dared to treat me like this! Damn it, I want his life, I want his life!!" In the grand hall of a luxurious villa in the city, Gao Qianduo furiously swept a stack of documents off the tea table, his face twisted with rage as he roared.

It had to be admitted that Gao Qianduo was somewhat clever and not just an ordinary spoiled rich kid. Yan Tian’s indifferent attacks and threats initially did not provoke any retaliation from him; instead, he began gathering information on Yan Tian.

In a day and a half, he had thoroughly uncovered Yan Tian’s background. The young master of the Gao family, who had never suffered a loss before, finally erupted with deep-seated hatred.

"Then let’s take his life," said a girl with an angelic face and a devilishly alluring figure, sitting opposite Gao Qianduo, casually flipping through a fashion magazine. Upon hearing his roar, she casually remarked.

"Xiao Jie, are you interested in this matter?" After his sudden outburst, Gao Qianduo gradually regained his composure and looked at the girl across from him—his little sister, Gao Lan.

"Benefits," Gao Lan replied without looking up.

"You want whatever you want, I’ll get it for you," Gao Qianduo said.

"Fine," Gao Lan placed the fashion magazine in front of him and pointed at a black dress. "This is a dress personally designed and made by the world-renowned fashion master Ding Du Balas for the Paris World Expo. Only five exist worldwide, four have been pre-ordered, and only the last one remains, priced at a staggering 1.2 million US dollars. I want it."

Gao Qianduo’s pupils contracted sharply. One point two million dollars was his entire year’s pocket money.

He took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "Alright, no problem. That dress it is! But there’s one more condition: after you take care of Yan Tian, bring me the woman who was with him!"

"No problem." Gao Lan gracefully rose, twisting her waist as she walked upstairs. "I’ll change and prepare his address. I’ll handle it tonight."

"By the way, he’s extremely formidable. Even Sang Biao couldn’t land a single move against him," Gao Qianduo warned.

Stopping in her tracks, Gao Lan turned with a charming smile, bloodthirsty gleam shining in her eyes. "Do you really think killing has to be physical? Don’t forget, brother, I’ve already killed over one hundred people since I was thirteen!"

Seeing Gao Lan stick out her little tongue and lick her lips, Gao Qianduo shivered inexplicably.

His little sister was a born demon. From the first kill at thirteen to now, at just seventeen, she had personally taken down a full hundred people.

Though her origins were unclear—seemingly their father’s illegitimate daughter brought home from outside—the father doted on her. The underground businesses of the Gao family were all managed by her, and the competitors who needed to disappear were mostly eliminated by her hand.

In fact, although Gao Qianduo was the sole male heir of the Gao family and greatly favored, he dared not provoke his little sister.

Thinking of her about to strike at Yan Tian, a cruel smile curled Gao Qianduo’s lips.

After dinner, Leng Bing Tong and the other women each returned to their rooms to rest. Though beaten badly by Yan Tian, Gongsun Jing showed no sign of anger.

As night fell, Yan Tian went out to the courtyard and began digging up the celestial meteorite jade.

He planned to move the jade into his room—after all, with more people at home, it was awkward to constantly sit on the jade stone while practicing.

He dug with his bare hands. With his current strength, channeling his energy into his fingers made them harder than steel bars, so digging through soil was effortless.

He worked discreetly without making much noise—not because he feared Leng Bing Tong and the others would notice; even if they saw the jade, they wouldn’t detect any secrets.

His real worry was that the jade was so beautiful that if Leng Bing Tong and the others, like Shi Kexin, insisted on chipping off pieces to make pendants, earrings, or bracelets, it wouldn’t be good at all.

After about an hour, he finally unearthed the entire block of jade. The jade measured one meter in length and width, and one meter thick, forming a solid cube that looked heavy and substantial. Yet when Yan Tian applied strength to lift it, he found it was not nearly as heavy as expected—about fifty kilograms.

Such a large piece with such disproportionately light weight baffled Yan Tian. Given the jade’s hardness, it shouldn’t feel so light.

Ultimately, Yan Tian lacked a scientific mind. The idea of analyzing the jade’s composition flickered briefly before he dismissed it. Light was better—easier to carry and handle.

Cheerfully, he carried the jade into his room. Shi Kexin was there, surfing the internet and reading. Seeing Qin Feng bring in the jade, she asked, "Why are you bringing such a big piece of jade into the room? Afraid it’ll get stolen?"

Yan Tian wiped the dirt off the jade with a cloth and replied, "No, it’s more convenient for practicing in the room. Kexin, get ready—we’ll continue the lesson from earlier today."

Shi Kexin’s attention was caught by Yan Tian’s suggestion to shower together, not understanding the connection between the jade and training. Blushing, she said softly, "Oh, I’ll go back to change clothes first."

Yan Tian nodded. "Alright, go ahead."

Shi Kexin’s heart pounded wildly as she fled from Yan Tian’s room like the wind.