Chapter Sixteen: The Poison of the Fruit

“It’s all that bastard Wu Han’s fault! It was his idea! He forced me into it! I had no choice!” Zhang Qing clung desperately to Chen Jiahe’s pant leg, screaming incoherently. “My home! I still have so many things there! Food! Drinks! Medicine! I even have gold! I’ll give you everything! Just spare my life! Please don’t kill me! I beg you!”

Chen Jiahe frowned in disgust and instinctively took a step back. “Weren’t you bragging just now?”

“I was wrong! I really was!” Zhang Qing crawled forward in a pitiful state, her tear-streaked face making her look even more hideous. “I… I’m carrying a three-month-old baby! You… you can’t kill a pregnant woman!”

Chen Jiahe’s step faltered, her expression showing clear hesitation.

But Mu Chen sneered coldly, “You can even lie like that?”

“I’m not lying! I really am!” Zhang Qing clung tightly to Chen Jiahe’s calf, sobbing with snot and tears. “I’m truly pregnant! Please, spare me for the sake of the child—it’s innocent!”

Meanwhile, Wu Han, who had been curled up in the corner pretending to be dead, quietly opened his eyes and slowly reached with his right hand toward the kitchen knife that had fallen nearby.

Zhang Qing’s cries and the word “child” clearly disturbed Chen Jiahe’s mind, causing her guard to slacken for a moment. “Mu Chen, maybe—”

Before she could finish, a beast-like roar suddenly exploded:

“You filthy bitch! Die!”

Wu Han, like a mad dog released from its cage, suddenly lunged forward, knocking Chen Jiahe down while she was distracted. He grabbed the knife from the floor and swung it fiercely at her face.

In a flash of lightning speed, Mu Chen tried to teleport again, but the energy in his body, freshly awakened just moments ago, scattered like beads slipping off a string, unable to gather—his forced detoxification and activation of his powers had nearly drained all his mental and physical strength.

“Get the hell away from me!”

At the critical moment, Chen Jiahe let out a furious shout and instinctively delivered a powerful kick, hitting Wu Han squarely between the legs.

“Aaah!”

Wu Han let out a piercing, agonized scream, his body curling up like a shrimp. The knife he was swinging missed its mark and clattered deep into the wooden floor.

Everything happened too fast.

Seeing Wu Han’s failed sneak attack and instant incapacitation, Zhang Qing no longer dared to stay. The pleading vanished from her face, replaced by wild arrogance. She scrambled to her feet and crawled toward the nearby bathroom.

“Bang!”

The bathroom door slammed shut, followed by the sound of it being locked.

Through the door came Zhang Qing’s triumphant, sinister laughter. “You two idiots! Didn’t expect that, huh?!”

Chen Jiahe, still aching from the fall, quickly got to her feet and glared warily at the curled-up, twitching Wu Han on the floor, guarding against another sudden attack. Wu Han clutched his groin, his face twisted in pain, unable to get up for the moment.

“My husband’s colleagues will be here soon! You two just wait to die!” Inside the bathroom, Zhang Qing’s voice dripped with malicious delight. “And pregnant? I’ve been using birth control for ten years! What kind of idiot has a baby now? Stupid fools!”

Chen Jiahe’s stomach churned, her complexion paling.

“That woman… is absolutely disgusting!”

“Jiahe, watch him closely,” Mu Chen nodded toward the twitching Wu Han on the floor, then turned and strode toward the locked bathroom door.

He stood before the door, a cold curve lifting the corner of his lips.

“It’s just a door.”

Inside, Zhang Qing’s sharp, confident sneer came through:

“Quit pretending to be some kind of ghost! I’m telling you, this is a specially reinforced steel security door! If you’ve got the guts, break it down!”

She sounded more and more arrogant, convinced Mu Chen was powerless. “If you can open it, I’ll write my name backwards!”

“I have no interest in your name,” Mu Chen’s voice was calm but carried an icy finality.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His spiritual energy surged within him like a tangible river.

The energy, nearly drained from his earlier forced detoxification and power activation, now refilled and concentrated at a staggering rate.

The scene inside the bathroom painted itself in his mind with perfect clarity.

A cramped space.

The woman curled in the corner, trembling uncontrollably with sheer terror.

In her hand, she tightly gripped a fruit knife that gleamed with cold light, seemingly ready for a last desperate struggle.

Location locked.

At the thought, a flash of ghostly blue light flickered!

Mu Chen’s figure vanished instantly from the living room as if he had never been there.

In the next moment, he silently appeared within the narrow bathroom, standing right in front of Zhang Qing!

“Ah—!”

Zhang Qing’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.

Her shrill scream nearly shattered eardrums.

She never imagined this man could enter in such a bizarre manner!

It was beyond her comprehension!

The fruit knife she had held for courage clattered to the cold tile floor, ringing out sharply.

“How… how did you get in?! No… no way! This can’t be!”

She babbled incoherently, all color draining from her face.

Mu Chen didn’t even bother to glance at this venomous woman, nor did he deign to answer her questions.

With a roar that tore through the air, his right leg shot upward with lightning speed!

His toes struck with pinpoint precision, crashing heavily onto Zhang Qing’s sharp chin!

“Crack!”

A sickening sound of bone shattering echoed clearly within the cramped bathroom.

Zhang Qing’s jawbone shattered on impact!

Her whole head jerked uncontrollably backward, and several bloodied broken teeth mixed with the metallic taste of blood sprayed wildly from her twisted mouth, tracing a tragic arc through the air.

Then, her body went limp as if all her bones had been sucked away, collapsing backward like a rag doll.

“Thud!”

Her skull slammed hard against the cold, hard edge of the porcelain toilet.

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