Upon hearing Xiong Ziyi's account, Wang Yuyan also gradually sensed that something was amiss. A person's sudden change of heart, let alone risking their future, was not possible so quickly. Moreover, Xiong Zhong was not a fool himself. Wang Yuyan suddenly thought, could Xiong Zhong have been threatened or possessed?
"Qin Xuan, what do you think?" Wang Yuyan subconsciously turned to Qin Xuan and asked. Unbeknownst to herself, Qin Xuan had, in a way, become her backbone.
Qin Xuan stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Xiong Zhong is acting strangely. This matter is not as simple as it seems."
"Then what should we do?"
Qin Xuan thought for a moment, then looked at Xiong Ziyi, "Take us to see your father. Perhaps upon seeing him, I can understand his condition."
At this point, Xiong Ziyi had no other options and could only place her hope in Wang Yuyan. She nodded, "I'll trouble Chairman Wang."
Since Wang Yuyan's Ferrari only had two seats, they rode in Xiong Ziyi's car. Upon arriving at the Xiong family's villa, after Xiong Ziyi led them inside, Qin Xuan suddenly smelled a peculiar scent, and his brows furrowed. "A very familiar scent."
Xiong Zhong was standing by a window, lost in thought. Hearing the commotion at the door, he turned to look at Xiong Ziyi and the other two.
"Dad..." Xiong Ziyi was about to speak when she was startled by an ashtray thrown by Xiong Zhong. Qin Xuan quickly pulled her back, saving her from the blow.
"Get out! You dare to come back? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!" Xiong Zhong roared at Xiong Ziyi.
"Beat to death..." Hearing these words, Xiong Zhong's face turned instantly pale. "What did you do to Mom!"
"That bitch?" Xiong Zhong sneered and pointed under the dining table. "She resisted when I wanted her to serve me. I'm her man, and I can't have her? If she won't let me, then die!"
Xiong Ziyi followed his gaze and saw a disheveled woman lying under the dining table. Her pants were torn to shreds, and she had several wounds on her body, clearly having endured unspeakable torture.
"Mom!" Xiong Ziyi's eyes reddened, and tears began to fall. She rushed to the woman's side and helped her up. "Mom, how are you? Wake up, Mom..."
Seeing this, Xiong Zhong's face showed a hint of ferocity. He grabbed a clothes rack and lunged towards Xiong Ziyi, "Since your mother won't serve me, you will! You reap what you sow!"
As the clothes rack was about to fall on Xiong Ziyi's head, a large hand suddenly grabbed it. Xiong Zhong turned his head and saw Qin Xuan.
"Kid, who are you?"
Hearing this, Qin Xuan had confirmed his suspicion. He had seen him just two days ago, and now he didn't recognize him? He then sneered, "It's indeed you vermin again, like flies, everywhere."
With that, Qin Xuan snatched the clothes rack, then grabbed Xiong Zhong's hand and lifted him up, throwing him onto the sofa. Although it was a sofa, Xiong Zhong was still heavily injured. His two hands dislocated, changing shape, and a sharp pain spread throughout his body. However, the next moment, Xiong Zhong's dislocated hands slowly healed.
Xiong Zhong rubbed his neck and then looked at Qin Xuan, saying, "Kid, you've got some strength. Are you a martial artist?"
Qin Xuan threw down the clothes rack and said dismissively, "What kind of disgusting蛊 worm is this? It can control people's consciousness and bodies?"
Xiong Zhong seemed somewhat surprised and exclaimed, "How do you know?!"
Qin Xuan crossed his arms and sneered, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it. I'll give you a chance to remove the蛊 technique, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, I don't mind adding another巫蛊师's life to my count."