Engagement Annulled? Now The Husbands Kneel and Beg for Her Favor

The temperature plummeted, and a thick layer of ice formed on the walls.

As the icicles shot out, the moisture in the air also condensed into fine, sharp needles, assailing the boy’s slender figure from all directions in an overwhelming swarm.

Gu Nian remained motionless, watching the sharp tips of the icicles. His slender back was slightly arched, as if he lacked the strength to deal with them.

The attendant’s face flooded with ecstasy.

However, the moment they were about to touch him, the icicles froze in place.

It wasn’t just the icicles; the attendant sprawled on the floor also stopped breathing.

The entire space had been forcibly frozen in time.

When the attendant came to his senses again, his body had been pierced by the icicles, and he was vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his breath as faint as a thread. ”How is this possible...”

Gu Nian didn’t even spare him a glance, nor did he have any intention of explaining. With a light squeeze of his fingers in the empty air, the still-shocked attendant’s body was crushed by an intense spatial pressure, tearing him to pieces like a rag doll.

A mist of blood splattered, yet Gu Nian’s delicate, handsome face showed no emotion.

He picked up his terminal and dialed a number.

A few minutes later, the auctioneer from the last auction and several others rushed into the room, using their Superpowers to clean the area.

Several attendants didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. They refilled the bath, tossed in a pile of medicinal herbs, and soon the clear water was dyed a deep crimson, as thick as blood.

The auctioneer quickly signaled for the attendants to leave with him.

Just as they reached the door, they suddenly heard Gu Nian speak.

The voice that had been so cloyingly sweet and coquettish in front of his ”sister” a short while ago was now bone-chillingly cold, thick with irritation. ”If you want to kill me, pick another place.”

”If you dare dirty the room I prepared for my sister again, be ready to be buried with your victim.”

The auctioneer agreed profusely, and the group fled as if their lives depended on it.

The door closed. Without even taking the time to undress, Gu Nian slipped into the bathtub and sank to the bottom.

Beneath the blood-red liquid, the young man’s face was as pale as paper. Only a faint stream of bubbles proved he was still alive.

In the hallway, an attendant pressed his ear to the door for a long time. Hearing nothing, he finally left, disgruntled.

Thinking back on the state of the dead attendant, another one still trembled with fear. ”Hasn’t he gone almost two months without soaking? How is he still lucid? Did someone neutralize the drugs for him?”

”Impossible. His dosage was several times higher than Zhao Hu’s, and Zhao Hu, who was from the same period, went berserk and died last month.”

The auctioneer frowned, also unable to make sense of it.

’The auction house’s Beast Fighting Arena had a long history. The former owner believed that the more ferociously the beasts fought, the more people would bet, and the more money they would make.’

’Therefore, to stimulate the beastly nature of the Beastmen in the Beast Fighting Arena, the auction house would continuously inject the performing Beastmen with large quantities of stimulant drugs to keep them in a frenzied state.’

’Long-term accumulation of these drugs would stimulate a Beastman’s nerves, making them manic and insane. The final outcome was either going mad and killing someone, or committing suicide in the Beast Fighting Arena.’

’Because of this, the survival rate for Beastmen was very low, with the average being less than a year.’

’Gu Nian had been undefeated in the Beast Fighting Arena for three years. His popularity had skyrocketed, making him the arena’s most profitable money-making machine.’

’But the auction house showed him no mercy for it. After all, a Beast Fighter was just a tool. The right choice was to squeeze every last drop of value from them during their prime.’

’In three years, Gu Nian had entered the ring nearly two thousand times, and the amount of drugs he’d been injected with was countless.’

’The auctioneer remembered several times when Gu Nian was drenched in blood and looked half-dead, but the higher-ups had them inject him with more drugs and throw him back into the ring.’

’They all thought Gu Nian would die, but not only did he survive, he somehow managed to convince the higher-ups to let him retire from the Beast Fighting Arena and become an Assassin.’

’The auction house kept Assassins mainly to plunder rare treasures and assassinate unruly or indebted clients.’

’To control these Assassins, the higher-ups would usually implant chips in their brains and also control them with drugs.’

’With this smooth one-two punch, the person became no different from a machine.’

’So when Gu Nian became their new boss, everyone was stunned.’

’But the rule of the underworld was simple: whoever killed the old boss became the new boss.’

’The moment Gu Nian took over, he immediately stopped the drug injections.’

’But the drugs had already taken a heavy toll on him.’

’His manic symptoms were severe. He would fly into a rage after just a few words, and other times he’d be like a ghost, sinking into the water, perhaps contemplating suicide.’

’Gu Nian had kidnapped an Imperial Physician from the palace. The man claimed that his condition could only be cured by his future female master, though he never specified how.’

’The Imperial Physician performed many surgeries on Gu Nian, stabilizing his condition significantly, but he still needed to take regular medicated baths.’

’Gu Nian hadn’t taken a medicated bath in over a month. Logically, he should have had a relapse, but there were no signs of him going mad...’

’Could it be that his female master was actually useful? Could she even treat those kinds of deep-seated, long-term injuries?’

The auctioneer thought about how Gu Nian had just acted, and his eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing within them.

’In that case, this Jiang Qingli cannot be allowed to live.’

-

”Thank you, Miss Jiang.”

After the healing session ended, Que Feiling smiled, his lips pressed together. A subtle mirth sparkled in his ruby-like eyes.

Jiang Qingli stood up and stretched her stiff muscles. ”It’s what I’m here for.”

After the session, a robot scanned Que Feiling’s data and uploaded it to the monitoring room. It would take a while for the results to come out.

Jiang Qingli was very responsible about her work, always waiting for the results before leaving.

Que Feiling picked up a pitcher, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Jiang Qingli. ”You must be tired. Have some water to soothe your throat.”

”Thank you.” Jiang Qingli took it, her fingers accidentally brushing against the back of his hand.

The tips of Que Feiling’s ears, peeking out from under his slightly long red hair, instantly flushed red.

His gaze flickered away. He feigned indifference, pulling his hand back and hiding it behind him, but the fingers of his other hand traced lingeringly over the spot she had touched.

Halfway through her glass of water, Que Feiling’s data report came in.

Mo Sinan’s voice came through the intercom into the room. ”Congratulations, Mr. Que. After several healing sessions, your contamination value has been successfully controlled to between 25 and 30 percent. Based on our projections, it will not exceed the warning level for at least six months.”

”After a final confirmation tomorrow, we will approve your discharge application, sign your clearance to return to the military district, and transmit your data to military command.”

Even though they had expected this result, smiles bloomed on both Jiang Qingli’s and Que Feiling’s faces upon hearing the news.

Que Feiling took a few quick steps toward Jiang Qingli, spreading his arms with a huge grin. ”Miss Jiang, can we celebrate with a hug?”

Before Jiang Qingli could speak, a cold, deep voice came over the broadcast system: ”No, you may not.”

Que Feiling froze. ”?”

’Who was that?’

Jiang Qingli coughed. ”My brother.”

Que Feiling immediately snapped to attention. ”Hello, big brother!”

Jiang Youchen: ”...”

After all, this was her first successfully completed healing assignment, and Jiang Qingli had come to see Que Feiling as a friend. She stepped forward, hugged him, and patted his back.

Enveloped in the girl’s embrace and smelling her pleasant scent, Que Feiling forcibly suppressed his urge to initiate a courtship ritual. He loosely wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said sincerely, ”Thank you, Miss Jiang.”

”Don’t come back here again,” Jiang Qingli said with a smile, patting his back again.

Que Feiling nodded.

The hug lasted less than a minute.

Before they parted, Jiang Qingli asked with concern, ”When are you heading to the military district? Have you decided where you’re going?”

”Someone like me with a record usually gets sent to the Twelve Cities...” Que Feiling rubbed his ear, a little embarrassed. ”But don’t worry, I have buddies over there. It’ll go smoothly!”

’He seems to get along well with people.’

Jiang Qingli felt reassured and waved goodbye.

Que Feiling watched her back disappear, his heart pounding.

’Miss Jiang actually asked where he was going.’

’Does this mean we’ve made some progress...’

Que Feiling’s heart raced as he pulled out his terminal.

He had to be the first to share this good news with his good buddy who had helped him so much, Qin Muye.

Que Feiling found the chat window and sent a message: [You there, buddy? I think we took another step forward! 😊]