I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

The two spies who had always remained steadfast and strong finally showed surprise on their faces. This was also what they found most suspicious. They had clearly done everything flawlessly, so why had they been singled out from the crowd?

The Handsome Young Noble smiled lightly and clapped his hands. Immediately, two men climbed down from a carriage behind him. They were covered in blood, looking utterly miserable. One had lost a hand, the other had an ear cut off. Their spirits were broken, and when they saw the Handsome Young Noble, they trembled as if facing a demon, involuntarily dropping to their knees.

The bloody and gruesome scene frightened the girls from the Intoxication Pavilion terribly. Among them, Wu Liniang was the most terrified. She let out a sharp scream and threw herself into Liu Liwa’s arms. Liu Liwa casually embraced her tightly, his hands feeling nothing but flesh—truly plump, not by sight but by touch.

Wu Liniang was originally acting, pretending to be fragile to remove suspicion from herself. She never expected Liu Liwa to take the act too far, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe, their bodies pressed together as if they were one.

The two spies on the ground were also startled. However, from their puzzled expressions, it was clear they did not recognize the contact persons. This ensured absolute secrecy, preventing one captured person from exposing others. But just then, the man who had lost an ear lifted his bloodied face and began to snore, the sound irregular but rhythmic upon careful listening.

As soon as the snoring stopped, the other man, who had lost a hand, began chattering his teeth, producing a “click-click-click” sound, almost like a human telegraph machine…

Liu Liwa couldn’t help but admire the ingenuity of their predecessors. Who had come up with such codes?

Once the code was matched, the two female spies on the ground seemed to have their souls drained from them, collapsing completely. Especially confronting the dripping blood and gruesome severed limbs, they were horrified. They thought of their comrades who, based on their intelligence, had gone north to intercept scout teams and south to stop ship-smashing teams, now likely dead and dismembered.

Now, only two paths lay before them: one was to surrender like these two men, the other was a fate even more miserable than losing hands or feet.

Why had their partners betrayed them? This was what they couldn’t understand. Those sent deep into enemy territory were absolute warriors, fearless soldiers ready to die. How could they yield just because of a severed hand or cut ear?

While they were torn internally, caught in a dilemma, the Handsome Young Noble stepped forward at the right moment. A gleaming, extremely sharp dagger appeared in his hand out of nowhere—sharp enough to skin and debone without warning. He slashed it across the face of the woman named Yan Fei. A horrifying wound instantly split open her fair cheek, flesh curling back. Only after a moment did bright red blood flow out. The woman, limbs limp, lacked even the strength to touch her wound, letting the blood gush out, instantly staining a large area—a shocking sight.

The woman beside her, seeing the terrifying wound on Yan Fei’s face, trembled all over, crushed by immense terror. She knew that if she hesitated any longer, her fate would be even more dreadful.

Suddenly, this woman’s eyes turned cold. Her previously limp limbs found strength from somewhere. She sprang up abruptly, so fast that even the soldiers close by couldn’t react. The Handsome Young Noble was also startled, instantly raising his sharp dagger.

Everyone thought she intended to take the Handsome Young Noble down with her, but that wasn’t the case. Even in her desperate struggle, she made a quick judgment: a mutual demise was hopeless, and it would only lead to torture. Rather than being intimidated and threatened pointlessly, it was better to end her own suffering swiftly.

The woman lunged forward, crashing heavily onto the sharp dagger in the Handsome Young Noble’s hand. The sharp blade pierced straight into her throat. She died instantly, blood spurting out, splattering the Handsome Young Noble’s face and clothes. The scalding hot blood startled him, and he instinctively released the dagger, leaving it lodged in her throat as she collapsed.

In this sudden turn of events, a living life vanished just like that. Before anyone could process it, before the girls could even scream, the scarred Yan Fei suddenly regained her strength and acted. She pulled the dagger from the other woman’s throat and plunged it hard into her own chest. The two women fell together, their blood mingling, creating a tragically beautiful scene.

The girls from the Intoxication Pavilion screamed at the top of their lungs, hysterical, as if letting out the final cries of their lives. But Wu Liniang, held tightly in Liu Liwa’s embrace, let out a long sigh, offering a faint, mournful smile in silent tribute to the warriors who had chosen death over dishonor.

Blood continued to flow, nearly reaching the Handsome Young Noble’s feet. He quickly stepped back two paces and slightly raised his hand. Immediately, two soldiers stepped forward from behind him and simultaneously executed the two men who had surrendered and betrayed their cause, killing them on the spot.

They were all spies, and all had faced life and death, yet they were utterly different. The two women were resolute and strong, dying with greatness for their beliefs and loyalty. The men, however, became shameful traitors and, even after fulfilling their new master’s demands, were mercilessly eliminated—their deaths meaningless and their dignity lost.

“Bury these two women with honor. Leave those two men in the wilderness,” the Handsome Young Noble said calmly. His face was still stained with the enemy’s blood, contrasting with his handsome features like a peony—both enchanting and tragic. It was precisely because of the blood on his face that he showed respect and courtesy to the enemies.

Then, the Handsome Young Noble casually wiped his face, still appearing enchantingly tragic. He smiled and said, “Ladies, you must be frightened. But to ensure the stability of our Dongning Kingdom and protect our people from being used or harmed by enemy spies, we must eliminate all enemies root and branch, leaving no future troubles. It’s terrifying to think that these damned enemy spies were hiding among you. Fortunately, we discovered them early; otherwise, they might have harmed you one day. Now, it’s all right. We have cleared them out. Please rest assured and continue your journey. Squire Zhao is waiting at home. Five thousand taels of silver await your performance. I hope this incident won’t affect your mood. Well then, please board the carriages.”

He spoke with righteous fervor and emotional appeal. The girls, thinking it over, felt a belated fear. They never imagined enemy spies had been hiding among them. Anything related to “enemy nations” symbolized danger. Although people had died here, they were all enemies—eliminated to clear hidden dangers and ensure their safety. For a moment, the girls felt a sense of identification with this handsome young noble.

Liu Liwa sneered coldly on the side. This Handsome Young Noble represented those in power and the guidance of public opinion. Whenever national security and righteous causes were invoked, even killing seemed justified. This time, it was a few enemy spies, but if this continued, it would one day evolve into smashing common folks’ stalls and beating street vendors because they “ruined the city’s image,” “harmed the nation’s appearance,” or “damaged the righteous cause of the people.” In a land of etiquette, there should be no vulgarities like street hawking or setting up stalls along roads.

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