A moment of confusion flashed in Li Changhe's eyes, and then it was as if his vision had turned into an illusion, or perhaps he had returned to the past.
That person reappeared before him.
Fear and reverence intertwined in his gaze.
"I've done as you said. Please, spare me. I don't want to die."
"Please, take this thing from my hands. I can't bear that pain anymore. The Mu family is gone, wiped out without a trace!"
"Give me a chance. I don't even know your name. I couldn't have betrayed you."
Hearing these words, Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the icy glint within them became even more pronounced.
This answer was somewhat unexpected.
Yet, it was also within his expectations.
Li Changhe didn't know who the other party was. He had even been threatened when he did those things back then, not even knowing the other person's name.
After saying these words, Mu Feng no longer maintained the hand seals he had formed.
A hint of coldness entered his eyes: "So, you don't know who the other party is either."
Li Changhe shivered violently, then his eyes cleared, and he recovered. The shock in his eyes was like a monstrous tidal wave.
"How did you do it?"
"Why? I told you everything in my heart. What methods did you use?"
His voice became tinged with panic, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.
Mu Feng said with a half-smile, "It seems you've encountered such methods before. I can't get any more useful information from you. You, the mastermind, are now useless."
"I don't want to waste another word on you."
As his voice fell, he directly plunged several silver needles.
Li Changhe tried to speak, but his mouth felt as if it were stuck, unable to utter any sound. The pupils of his eyes contracted violently.
He recalled how, back then, unable to endure the inhumane torture and pain, he had gathered a group of people to attack the Mu family.
Now, that same pain reappeared, and extreme terror flashed in his eyes.
That person hadn't contacted him for seven years, and he still didn't know who they were, only that it was an unimaginably terrifying man.
A slight hint of solemnity appeared in Mu Feng's eyes. He had already seen some issues from Li Changhe's expression, and combined with what he had just said.
The true mastermind behind this was definitely not simple.
Moreover, the other party had not shown themselves yet, clearly not taking their family's blood feud seriously back then.
Perhaps his appearance was completely unknown to the other party.
As he pondered these thoughts, Xiao Qi hurried over, "Young Master, does the Li family need to be directly..."
He didn't finish his sentence, instead making a light gesture across his throat with his hand.
Mu Feng said calmly, "Except for those few innocent individuals, send the rest to hell."
With that, he strode towards the door.
The Li family members present were now on the verge of madness.
With Mu Feng's departure, it was clear he intended to kill them. Everyone unleashed their full strength, desperate to escape. They now regretted not listening to Li Changhe earlier.
Their sudden outburst, however, did not inflict any harm on the black-clad individuals present. They merely pulled the triggers of their weapons.
Those who lunged forward were almost all taken down on the spot.
In just over ten minutes, the entire Li family fell silent.
The survivors were extremely few.
And they were merely the most insignificant fraction of the Li family.
The entire Li family vanished overnight. This news, as if it had grown wings, quickly spread throughout Qinghai.
Mu Feng sat on the balcony of the villa, gazing at the setting sun, feeling the gentle kneading of a small hand behind him. He said with some helplessness, "Senior Sister, the last time the old man asked me to return to Qinghai, he said the same thing."
"'It's the last mission.'"
"Now he actually wants me to take over everything from the Flying Eagles. Can't you manage it when you have time?"
"I have no interest in taking on so many responsibilities. Who knows how troublesome it would become? You see my current situation; no one knows when a powerful opponent might suddenly appear."
"The key is that I know nothing about them."
"If you were to take over the Flying Eagles now, you might be able to help me at crucial moments."
Chu Rou said nothing, her fair small hands gently massaging Mu Feng's shoulders, her voice as soft as water.
"You don't need to make excuses. I know you just don't want to manage affairs."
"But you are the most suitable person to be the Young Master of the Flying Eagles. The old man's judgment is definitely not wrong."
"Just like back then when you brought back Fire Phoenix, the old man told you that this woman would become a bond in your life."
Mu Feng felt even more troubled. He glanced at Fire Phoenix, who was peeling grapes not far away.
Their eyes met.
In Fire Phoenix's eyes, there was an overwhelming tenderness. When she smiled slightly, the charm she exuded was intoxicating.
"You boy, be content!"
"From now on, you are the master of the Flying Eagles. Don't be like the old man who never thought of marrying in his entire life."
"If there's no Young Master, how will the Flying Eagles be inherited in the future?"
As Chu Rou said this, she gently squeezed Mu Feng's ear. "Alright, I've delivered the message. From here on, I'll help you temporarily manage some of the Flying Eagles' trivial matters."
"Once you've dealt with everything, I can also abandon everything at any time, just like Fire Phoenix."
With that, she kissed Mu Feng's cheek again before slowly walking out of the villa.
Mu Feng touched the lingering warmth on his cheek.
His gaze followed the beautiful figure as she left, but his heart was filled with helplessness.
He always felt that the person hiding behind was like a venomous snake watching him, yet there was no news at all, not even a single clue could be found.
Li Changhe had confessed everything he could. He was currently in the underground room specially prepared by Mu Feng.
The torment he endured was his atonement. His精神 was already broken, and his words were no longer lies.
However, those words brought no useful information.
"He understands the art of needle manipulation, and his strength was terrifying seven years ago. Who could this be?"
"His age is even less than Li Changhe. What kind of force could nurture such a master?"
A martial artist's strength improvement wasn't just about talent; the supply of heavenly treasures was even more important.
Just then, his phone suddenly rang. Seeing the number on the screen, his brow furrowed slightly.