Chương 73: _【+】(73)

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Tề Mặc glanced at the wound on Ly Tâm's neck. It had stopped bleeding. He then withdrew his gaze and swept a cold look over Red Eagle and the others, saying in a low voice, "Detailed information."

Red Eagle and the others immediately exchanged a look. This was the first time Tề Mặc had asked for information on Khúc Vi. For his attitude to change so quickly was truly beyond their expectations.

"Yes." Red Eagle directly handed it over. It seemed he had been prepared. Although it was beyond their expectations, it didn't mean they wouldn't be prepared.

Tề Mặc took it and glanced through it coldly, a vicious glint in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Go to England."

Red Eagle and the others immediately responded with a "yes." Seeing Tề Mặc wave his hand, they all retreated to prepare. England. That was where the Khúc family was located, the place Tề Mặc avoided the most. England. In all these years, Tề Mặc had traveled the world, and the only place he had never been to was England. This showed how much he hated the Khúc family, to the point of hating the land itself. For him to personally go this time, it must be that something major had happened to Khúc Vi. Otherwise, Tề Mặc would never go.

However, no one had ever thought that Tề Mặc would personally go. They had originally thought that at most, Tề Mặc would assign a subordinate, which would have been good enough. Given his years of disgust, to the point of not even mentioning the Khúc family, for him to make such a huge exception this time, they didn't know what he was thinking. Perhaps he really did care, after all. After all, Khúc Vi was Tề Mặc's only uncle, and the only one who had never harmed him.

Compared to the others' surprise and apprehension, Ly Tâm had no extra thoughts. She didn't care why Tề Mặc was going, whether for revenge, nostalgia, or family affection. None of that was important. There was only one important question: was there a mountain of knives and a sea of fire ahead? She had already lost nine of her ten lives. She didn't want to be tormented anymore, nor could she withstand any more torment.

She looked up at Tề Mặc and saw him leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, his fingers slowly stroking her hair, full of gentleness, as if his earlier madness had never happened. Without another word, she picked up the file Tề Mặc had put down and started reading. She needed to know if there was danger ahead. Would there be man-eating fish after the man-eating natives were gone?

Although there were several pages of information, there were no key points. It only detailed Khúc Vi's identity, age, occupation, recent contacts, relatives, and friends. As for where he disappeared or why, there was no record. No wonder Tề Mặc was going to England personally. If even the Tề family's information network couldn't find the reason for his disappearance, then something must have happened in the Khúc family's territory.

Ly Tâm quickly skimmed through it. There was nothing. But it looked like it should be very safe. England, an ancient and rigid country. As long as they were in a place with normal people, it was Tề Mặc's territory. At most, there would be some firefights. Her nerves had already been trained. A small problem.

She put down the useless file and turned to lean against Tề Mặc's chest. She had been worried and scared for most of the day, and now they were about to set off again. She would catch up on some sleep first.

Tề Mặc didn't mind Ly Tâm's presumptuousness. He stroked her hair, letting her lean against him, and slowly opened his eyes. A thick, bloodthirsty glint flashed in them.

Dao Qing, Chapter 80: The Mysterious Kingdom

Chapter words: 7405 Update time: 08-11-27 13:21

England, an ancient country with a rigid style. London, the capital of England. On the continent of Europe, this was the only place Tề Mặc had never set foot. And this time, it was an unprecedented exception.

As they disembarked from the private jet, a line of cars was already waiting at the airport entrance. Although Tề Mặc didn't come here, it didn't mean he had no power here.

An exotic atmosphere, different from the romance of France, the passion of Italy, the rigor of Germany, or the enthusiasm of the Netherlands. This country, which seemed to be nothing special, not excelling in anything, had its own unique charm.

London, the suburbs, the so-called wealthy district. Villas were spaced far apart, with a few ancient castles interspersed, displaying their status and uniqueness.

In front of an ancient castle, with its white base and pointed roof, it fully displayed the style of 18th-century England, with a rich aristocratic atmosphere and a strong sense of pride.

A line of cars stopped in front of the white castle. Tề Mặc kept his eyes closed, his arm around Ly Tâm, stroking the wound on her shoulder from time to time. The wound he had bitten. It had already scabbed over. Lập Hộ's medicine was incredibly effective; there wasn't even any pain now, just a slight unevenness that let one know there was a scar there.

Ly Tâm was not as serious as Red Eagle and Hoàng Ưng, who had come along. She was just a little curious. To be able to make Tề Mặc so angry, and now to be so calm and cold as if nothing had happened, she couldn't help but be curious. After all, Tề Mặc had never been so emotional before.

Leaning on Tề Mặc's shoulder, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the white castle. Red Eagle and Hoàng Ưng didn't get out of the car. An unfamiliar subordinate with a cold face walked up and said a few words to the two doormen standing in the snow in front of the castle gate. The two doormen's faces instantly lost their color. They glanced at the car Tề Mặc was in, and without another word, they quickly ran into the castle.

After a long while, just as everyone was getting impatient, the castle's electronic gate suddenly slammed shut with a click, shutting Tề Mặc out. Red Eagle and the others' expressions immediately darkened, their faces grim.

Tề Mặc still had his eyes closed, but the hand stroking Ly Tâm's scar paused for a moment. If Ly Tâm hadn't been paying special attention, she wouldn't have noticed any change in him. But the cold aura quickly spread. After all, in the underworld, no one dared to disrespect Tề Mặc.

"Blast it open." A cold command. Red Eagle and the others immediately responded with a "yes." With a slight gesture, someone was already walking towards the castle gate.

Ly Tâm raised an eyebrow and glanced at the ancient castle, shaking her head with a bit of pity. Such an antique was about to be destroyed. What a bunch of idiots. It was rare for Tề Mặc to be so polite as to inform the doorman instead of just rushing in. He was already giving this Khúc family a lot of face. For them to dare to disrespect him, weren't they just asking for it? They were simply morons.

A precise explosion, absolutely first-rate technique and professionalism. The castle gate was reduced to dust in a not-too-loud explosion, with nothing left.

There were no legendary flying iron shards, no arrogant tongues of flame, and certainly no earth-shattering explosion. The explosives in Tề Mặc's hands had been perfected to the extreme. If you wanted to blast one millimeter, you would absolutely not blast two. Ly Tâm looked at the vanished gate, raised an eyebrow, and glanced away. Formidable.

The black Khải Địch Lạp Khắc drove into the white castle slowly, yet with absolute coldness and dominance. The servants inside fled in all directions, their panicked expressions and horrified feelings throwing the entire castle into a state of chaos like chickens and dogs flying about.

The car stopped in front of the main house inside the castle. Tề Mặc got out with a cold expression, not even looking at the people around him, and walked straight towards the main house. Ly Tâm followed closely beside him, with Red Eagle and Hoàng Ưng on either side. The four of them had an air of complete disregard for their surroundings.

"If no one useful comes over in one minute, start blasting from the northeast corner." Red Eagle's words were calm, as if he were just speaking to his own men. But those with a little more courage, hearing such words from a distance, ran away in a flash.

"Tề Mặc, how dare you?" Two minutes later, amidst a series of explosions, a flustered middle-aged man, leading several people of the same age, rushed in.

Bang. A crisp gunshot. A floor tile by the middle-aged man's foot was shattered by the strong force, scaring him into taking a few steps back.

Hoàng Ưng's expression was hard as he holstered his gun. He said coldly, "You are not qualified to say the boss's name."

The middle-aged man's face turned red. He glared at Tề Mặc, not knowing whether to shout or not, standing in the middle of the hall with a mixture of fear and embarrassment.

Ly Tâm stood beside Tề Mặc, who was sitting in the main seat. She saw that the four people who had come were three men and one woman, all in their fifties. They all exuded a certain air of nobility, and their appearances were decent. After all, in this day and age, temperament was everything, and the four of them had the air of being superiors. At a glance, they should be people who held power in their own right.

But compared to Tề Mặc, they were worlds apart. It was like the difference between a dragon and a loach. They didn't look alike either. Ly Tâm couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Head Tề, may I ask what brings you to our Khúc family today?" Just as Ly Tâm finished her assessment, a faint voice came. The four middle-aged people immediately stepped aside, revealing the person behind them.

Ly Tâm saw that the speaker was an old man in his seventies or eighties, holding a cane, but his back was ramrod straight. Although his head was full of white hair, his calm questioning, his unruffled demeanor, and the noble air he exuded as he slowly walked over, told Ly Tâm that the real boss had arrived.

"Where is Khúc Vi?" Tề Mặc finally lowered his eyes and looked at the old man who had walked over and sat down beside him. The viciousness in his eyes flashed and disappeared. His cold voice made it impossible to discern any emotion.

The old man sat in the lower seat with a serious expression, his serious gaze on Tề Mặc. He said in a low voice, "This is a matter for our Khúc family. We don't need to trouble Head Tề."

Tề Mặc's expression turned cold. He leaned back against the chair behind him. Red Eagle immediately said, "Blast."

"Wait." Before Red Eagle could finish, the old man's face darkened. He slammed his cane on the ground and shouted to stop them.

No one answered him, and no one obeyed him. The sound of explosions came one after another. It wasn't the pinpoint explosions from before. The first was to intimidate, but now it was for absolute deterrence. The earth-shattering, deafening sound, mixed with horrified screams, made the faces of the five people in front of them turn ashen.

"Tề Mặc, what on earth do you mean? Did you come to our Khúc family just to cause trouble? You bastard." The middle-aged woman, in a moment of fear and anger, actually spoke without thinking.

Before her words had even faded, a sharp light flashed in Tề Mặc's eyes. Ly Tâm, standing beside him, clearly felt the hatred and disgust in his eyes. And Hoàng Ưng, without another word, drew his gun like lightning and aimed it at the furious woman.

At the same time, the old man's face changed. He said angrily, "Who told you to speak? Get down." As he spoke, he quickly stood up and blocked the woman, his agile movements making it impossible to believe he was an old man in his seventies or eighties.

And at this time, Tề Mặc also gently raised his hand. Hoàng Ưng was about to pull the trigger, but seeing Tề Mặc actually intervene, a look of extreme surprise flashed in his eyes. He holstered his gun because of Tề Mặc's intervention, but his bloodthirsty gaze was still fixed on the woman, who, realizing she had said the wrong thing, had turned pale in an instant.

Ly Tâm also saw the small movement and couldn't help but be quite surprised. Tề Mặc's current reputation was already at its peak. Who, in either the legitimate or underworld, would dare to disrespect him? For such an insulting remark, it would have been merciful for Tề Mặc not to kill her entire family. And this time, Tề Mặc actually endured it. He endured it, even with his hatred for the Khúc family. This really couldn't help but surprise her greatly.

The old man stood in the middle of the hall, looking up at Tề Mặc, his gaze calm and indifferent. He said faintly, "My daughter doesn't know how to speak. I ask Head Tề to be magnanimous. This old man apologizes to you." As he spoke, he bowed slightly to Tề Mặc, but his expression was very indifferent.

Logically, this person was most likely Tề Mặc's maternal grandfather or someone of that sort. For the two of them to be so distant and polite when they met—no, not polite, but as cold as water. An elder bowing to him, and Tề Mặc accepted it. This was definitely a conversation between two heads of families, not family. There was no affection, only two heads of powerful families.

Tề Mặc said indifferently, "Don't give me a chance to kill her."

The old man nodded slightly and waved his hand behind him. The three men and one woman retreated, their fear greater than their anger.

The rumbling explosions continued. The old man's always indifferent face also frowned slightly. He said in a low voice, "Head Tề, my politeness to you does not mean I will let you do as you please."

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