12dz Chapter 147 Poison Master Yang Xi
Chapter 147 Poison Master Yang Xi
Chapter 147 Poison Master Yang Xi
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Lingzhou Grand Hotel, Yang Xi stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the view of the city from above. The daylight was bright and warm.
"Mr. Yang, the mother and daughter have been kicked out." Ma Jian'an knocked on the door and entered the suite, then sat down on the sofa with a sigh.
Yang Xi snorted before turning to look at Ma Jian'an and said with a sneer, "It doesn't matter. That mother and daughter are just there to annoy Zhuo Yang's parents, ruin their family relationship, and also to gather information."
"They didn't get any useful information, but Zhuo Yang's mother, Lin Shishi, ran away from home and went to the Oriental Manor. Your plan still succeeded!" Ma Jian'an chuckled sinisterly, grabbed the foreign liquor on the table, and poured himself a glass.
Yang Xi's face darkened. "You can't touch Lin Shishi, or the young master will grind you to dust!"
Ma Jian'an froze as he poured the wine, nearly crushing the bottle.
He was furious and annoyed; he hated that Yang Xi spoke to him in the tone one would use to address a subordinate. But the thought of the Wang family's immense power and Yang Xi's every vicious scheme sent chills down his spine, forcing him to suppress his anger.
"What about the mother and daughter?" Yang Xi asked coldly.
“Kill him,” Ma Jian’an replied with a sneer. “Stuff the body into a gasoline drum, fill it with cement, and sink it into the sea.”
Yang Xi sneered, "Where's the old woman who poisoned Xin Mirou?"
"The same treatment, all sunk to the sea." Ma Jian'an's smile grew even more ferocious. The thought of the thrill of killing finally calmed his anger considerably.
"You guys are quite skilled at disposing of corpses," Yang Xi said, clearly mocking him.
Ma Jian'an chuckled dryly, his expression stiff.
Yang Xi didn't care about his reaction at all, and said coldly, "The plan will continue. Next, I want you to investigate whether there are any hidden people around Zhuo Yang, especially cultivators. You must be accurate."
He clenched his fist and waved it at the air, as if trying to grab everything with his hand. "I'm going to kill all the experts around Zhuo Yang and leave him isolated and helpless!"
If Yang Xi's plans had all succeeded, Zhuo Yang would be all alone now. Unfortunately, none of his plans succeeded.
“Understood. I’ve also sent people to hide near Manor 101 for 24-hour surveillance,” Ma Jian’an replied in a deep voice.
101 Manor is Zhuo Yang's home. In order to curry favor with him, Zhou, the sales manager of Penglai Pavilion, deliberately had the property management make an exquisite sign and hung it in front of the manor entrance gate halfway up the mountain, which became the symbol of Zhuo Yang's home.
"Mr. Yang, I'd like to ask when our final offensive will begin?" Ma Jian'an asked cautiously, still feeling uneasy.
As long as Zhuo Yang doesn't die, he'll always have this feeling that his current victory is only temporary.
"It'll be soon. Once the experts from the Moyun Sword Sect arrive, it will be time to launch the final attack." Yang Xi looked out the window and smiled sinisterly.
Yuan Chen was a top disciple of the Moyun Sword Sect. He died in Lingzhou. The Moyun Sword Sect could not possibly ignore him. By then, the Nascent Soul stage expert beside Zhuo Yang had already fallen. How could he possibly fight against the Moyun Sword Sect?
"The Moyun Sword Sect?" Ma Jian'an was overjoyed. "You mean the Moyun Sword Sect, one of the three great sword sects in the cultivation world, which has defeated countless masters and is said to have sword immortals still existing?"
“That’s right!” Yang Xi sneered a few times. “The Wang family conveyed the news that Zhuo Yang killed a senior disciple of the Mo Yun Sword Sect to them through special means. As far as I know, they have sent at least a Golden Core stage expert down the mountain, and they are heading to Lingzhou!”
"That's great!" Ma Jian'an rubbed his hands together excitedly, then frowned. "The Moyun Sword Sect is a reputable sect. What if they don't kill Zhuo Yang?"
Yang Xi's face stiffened instantly. After thinking for a moment, he said in a gloomy tone, "You've reminded me, but it's irrelevant. Even if the Mo Yun Sword Sect doesn't kill Zhuo Yang, I have ways to kill him. I'll leave for a bit and find some help for us."
Ma Jian'an could only nod, accepting Yang Xi's wicked scheme. However, he grew increasingly wary.
If even a random person from the Wang family is this powerful, how can I resist if the Wang family wants to annex the Ma family?
For a moment, he fell into deep thought.
Yang Xi left the hotel alone and, like an ordinary person, took a taxi to the Fuhai Commercial Group building.
At this moment, in the president's/general manager's office, Fu Jing sat behind her desk, dealing with the backlog of documents.
Fu Jing was missing for five days, but the company was operating normally. After all, Fu Hai Trading had many shareholders, and her disappearance for a short period of time would not have any impact. The company's senior management all thought that Fu Jing was dealing with her father's funeral.
However, Fu Jing seemed somewhat distracted.
“Zhuoyang…”
When Fu Jing saw Zhuo Yang's name on the document, she snapped her pen in half.
A look of hatred appeared on his face, and his eyes turned red. It wasn't a cry, but an eerie red, terrifying as if it could radiate light.
She completely absorbed and fused the soul of the Mahayana-stage ghost cultivator, and no one knew what level his cultivation had reached.
With two knocks, the office door was pushed open, and the female secretary walked in cautiously.
Fu Jing composed herself and her eyes returned to normal.
The secretary said cautiously, "Chairman, a Mr. Yang Xi says he was sent by the Wang family and wants to see you!"
"The Wang family?" Fu Jing narrowed her eyes and nodded.
A few minutes later, Yang Xi strolled leisurely into her office.
"Miss Fu, the young master asked me to give you his regards." Yang Xi nodded in greeting, adopting a high-status posture as he looked down at Fu Jing.
"Please give my regards to Brother Wang as well." Fu Jing suppressed her anger and forced a few laughs.
Yang Xi smiled nonchalantly, "Let's get down to business. The young master is very dissatisfied with what happened in Lingzhou and with the Fu family. Miss Fu, do you have any plans for Zhuo Yang?"
"Yes, I will kill him with my own hands!"
Fu Jing's face turned hateful and vicious, as if she wanted to devour someone, her teeth grinding loudly.
Looking at her face, Yang Xi was actually horrified.
That face was no longer the expression a beautiful woman should have; it was a ghostly, ashen, and ferocious expression.
Legend has it that the Fu family is a family that exorcises ghosts, but the newspaper says that Fu Jing is just an ordinary person. When did she start cultivating?
The intelligence is inaccurate; we must report to the young master!
"I need to know your plan." Yang Xi kept his composure, maintaining the calm and collected demeanor befitting a cunning strategist.
Fu Jing looked up at him and said coldly, "Why should I tell you?"
Yang Xi said dismissively, "Because I don't want you to ruin my plans. The young master sent me to Lingzhou to oversee the whole situation!"
Fu Jing felt a surge of anger rising within her, and she desperately wanted to kill this arrogant guy on the spot.
My Fu family has done so much for the Wang family, yet in the end they still look down on the Fu family and treat them like household slaves!
Wang's eldest brother...
Thinking of Wang Shanlong, Fu Jing sighed inwardly: "He probably used me more than he liked me."
Composing herself, Fu Jing said in a deep voice, "I don't know where Zhuo Yang went. Once I find him, I'll kill him immediately!"