Dashing Student-Chapter 593 - , The Fall of the Prominent Family

The bodyguard, as if thoroughly possessed by a demon, was overtaken by an increasingly frenzied desire to kill, his eyes filled with nothing but endless brutality and ferocity, each movement carrying the power of destruction.

His figure swift as lightning, the dagger in his hand whistled through the air as he swung it, the cold glint of the blade flashing non-stop. With every slash, it drew an arc of death.

In the flashes of cold light, screams of agony rose one after another from within the villa, as people continuously fell into pools of blood.

Warm fresh blood spattered like a fountain onto the walls, trickling down the delicate wallpaper, staining the originally elegant wall surface with mottled patches.

Furniture was also splattered with droplets of blood, those expensive ornaments and fine tables and chairs, now all shrouded in the scent of blood.

Blood dripped onto the gorgeous carpet, spreading rapidly, thoroughly dyeing the once vibrantly colored carpet into a startling crimson.

The thick scent of blood instantly permeated the air, that pungent smell, as if it could penetrate every pore of a person, inducing nausea.

Ma Zhentian watched all this happen before his eyes, his gaze filled with panic and despair, as if trapped in a nightmare from which he couldn’t awaken.

His body trembled violently, like a fallen leaf in a tempest, beyond his control.

His lips quivered non-stop, but he couldn’t make a sound; his throat felt as if it were tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

The bloody scene of his second son, Ma Hongwei, being inexplicably killed by a Tibetan mastiff remained vivid before his eyes, yet now, his own loyal bodyguard, who had followed him for years, had turned into a terrifying homicidal maniac.

This series of calamities, like repeated heavy blows, struck his heart hard, leaving him completely unable to accept this cruel reality.

It brought a series of questions to his mind.

Of course.

That didn’t matter.

What mattered was.

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After the bodyguard’s frenzied massacre of those around him, he turned his head slowly, those eyes emitting a strange red glow, and his gaze firmly locked onto Ma Zhentian.

In that moment, Ma Zhentian felt a buzzing on his scalp, a chill rapidly rising from his spine, like a cold current of electricity, spreading instantly throughout his body, making each of his hairs stand on end.

Instinctively, he turned to run, his legs weakened, barely able to stand steady, yet he still exerted all his strength, trying to flee this deadly threat.

However, he had only taken a few steps before he was caught by the bodyguard, who rapidly closed in like a ghost.

The bodyguard’s strength was unimaginably great, his hand gripping Ma Zhentian’s arm like a vise, as if a cold steel band deeply embedded into his flesh.

Let alone Ma Zhentian who was of an advanced age and frail, even a young and robust man at the peak of his strength, could not break free from this brute force.

Ma Zhentian turned his head in terror, looking at the bodyguard. He saw that the bodyguard’s eyes were hollow and vicious, devoid of any emotion but blood red.

Ma Zhentian’s voice trembled as he pleaded bitterly, "No...don’t kill me...I can give you money...everything you want..."

His voice filled with despair and helplessness echoed in the silent space, sounding especially forlorn.

However, the bodyguard was deaf to his pleadings.

He slowly raised the dagger in his hand, the tip steadily aiming at Ma Zhentian’s wrinkled throat.

"Putth!"

A muffled and chilling sound, as the dagger unhesitatingly pierced Ma Zhentian’s throat.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto the face and body of the bodyguard, dyeing his already blood-stained body once again.

Ma Zhentian’s eyes widened with disbelief and fear. His body stiffened abruptly and then slowly toppled over, crashing heavily onto the carpet already soaked with blood.

Eventually, he lay motionless; life ceased in that instant.

Inside the villa, there was dead silence, with only the bodyguard still standing.

He was covered with thick blood, which dripped down from the hem of his clothes and pant legs, hitting the ground with a "drip, drip" sound.

The blood beads continued to drip from the dagger in his hand, falling like broken pearls, one after another. His eyes still red with bloodlust, as if the desire to kill was still burning inside him, far from being satisfied.

After a moment, he slowly raised his arm and lifted the dagger again, the movement slow and heavy, as if it bore endless resentment.

Then, he plunged it fiercely into his own chest.

As the dagger entered his body, he swayed a few times, and finally crashed to the ground with a thud, breathing no more, and the whole villa fell into a deathly silence.

After dealing with everyone, the King of Ten Thousand Gu transformed into a scarlet afterimage, quickly flew back to Chen Nan’s side like a bolt of lightning.

Chen Nan’s eyes were cold and indifferent, like a lone star in a chilly night. He looked at the King of Ten Thousand Gu and said coldly, "Lin Yu, as long as you are gone, our grudge will be fully settled!"

Having said that, he immediately started the car and disappeared into the night.

Not long after Chen Nan had left, the security guards, as usual, were patrolling the community.

As they passed by the Ma Family villa, they inadvertently glanced through the huge floor-to-ceiling window and saw the horrific scene inside the Ma Family’s premises.

In an instant, they felt their scalps tingle and their hearts contract sharply, freezing on the spot.

They stared with eyes wide, filled with horror, and for a moment felt as if they were hallucinating.

After all, this was the Ma Family, one of the top eight prominent households in Provincial City, usually so powerful and imposing, who could have imagined that they would be annihilated overnight, turned into a hell on earth?

Without further thought, the patrolling security guards trembled as they immediately made an emergency call.

Lin Yu was at home planning the upcoming confrontation with Hu Ba two days later when he suddenly received the shocking news about the Ma Family’s disaster.

Instantly, the teacup in his hand slipped and fell with a "crash" to the ground, shattering into pieces and scattering everywhere.

His eyes bulged, rimmed red with anger, like an enraged beast. His lips trembled, and he stood petrified, as if struck by lightning, unable to move.

"No! How could this be possible!" he roared in despair and sorrow, his voice echoing through the room, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it: "Who? Who could have done such a heinous act!"

Tears uncontrollably spilled out, streaming down his cheeks and across his face twisted with rage.

He knew in his heart that the fall of the Ma Family was likely inextricably linked to Chen Nan.

This was not just a massacre; it was Chen Nan’s fatal blow to him, like a sharp blade piercing straight to his heart, making him feel an unbearable pain.

Hu Ba watched Lin Yu lose his composure, his brow slightly furrowed. His eyes conveyed a trace of worry as he spoke in a deep voice, "Young Master Lin, panic does us no good at this moment."

He extended his hand and gently patted Lin Yu’s shoulder, trying to calm him down: "Since Chen Nan dares to be so brazen, let’s deliver a crushing blow to him on Luming Island."

Lin Yu took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. His teeth clenched audibly as he spoke, "Hero Hu is right, in two days, Luming Island will be Chen Nan’s burial ground!"

"I will have him dismembered, to vent the hatred in my Heart!"