However, he had never acted on it, biding his time, because he knew that Luo Yao's strength was indeed formidable.
Luo Yao wasn’t the least bit flustered, as she had long anticipated that the old man wouldn’t simply surrender without a fight.
What surprised her, though, was that he had managed to dig a secret room under her surveillance. That was unexpected.
Feeling Lang Ya’s gaze on her, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes, instantly recognizing the problem with this man.
His eyes didn’t just hold hostility; there was something else in them, something unmistakable.
Luo Yao knew exactly what it was. He was just like her.
Both were sick.
But Luo Yao’s possessiveness over Lin Ran was rooted in love, while the effeminate man’s was purely driven by desire.
If this man ever got the chance, her fate would be unspeakably horrific—even suicide wouldn’t spare her from humiliation.
Old Master Luo sneered, “Do you really think I’m some soft, helpless old man you can push around? Did you think I wouldn’t have a backup plan?”“Let me tell you this: if Lang Ya had been by my side last time, you wouldn’t have succeeded.”
“Lang Ya, go! Take down this mad girl. She’s yours now.”
Lang Ya’s eyes gleamed with greed, but he didn’t let his guard down for a second—it was the instinct of a top-tier assassin.
“Miss, don’t harm the old master. Surrender and—”
Before he could finish, a cold flash of light shot past, so fast it was terrifying.
Lang Ya prided himself on having world-class reflexes, but before he could even react, he felt a sweet taste in his throat. He tried to swallow in disbelief.
“Gulp!”
It was over.
Luo Yao moved like a shadow, gripping the dagger embedded in Lang Ya’s throat. With a twist, Lang Ya’s head rolled to the ground, his body still standing in place.
A second later, blood gushed from his severed artery, a testament to the speed of Luo Yao’s blade.
“You think you’re worthy?”
Luo Yao despised the way men looked at her, and with her misandry, she couldn’t afford to give this man any chance.
The room fell silent, save for the sound of Lang Ya’s blood spurting.
Old Master Luo’s bodyguards were stunned, their eyes wide with shock.
Lang Ya wasn’t just any bodyguard—he was once the top assassin in the Yangtze River Delta.
And he had been killed in an instant?
Everyone, including Old Master Luo, stared at Luo Yao in disbelief.
Old Master Luo pointed at her, trembling. “You… you’ve been hiding your strength all along.”
Lang Ya had been his final trump card.
Luo Yao didn’t respond, instead turning her cold gaze to the four remaining bodyguards.
The four men froze, feeling as though they were already dead.
If Lang Ya had been killed so easily, what chance did they have?
Run?
They had to run. The old man in the wheelchair could fend for himself.
They were just bodyguards, not martyrs. There was no need to sacrifice their lives for a dying old man.
The four bodyguards bolted for the door, glancing back at Luo Yao, who stood motionless inside, and silently thanked their luck.
It seemed this woman wasn’t the type to hunt them down.
But then—
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Four gunshots rang out, and the bodyguards fell to the ground, twitching briefly before going still.
Luo Yao blew on the barrel of her gun and slowly holstered it.
Having efficiently dealt with the remaining bodyguards, she turned her attention back to Old Master Luo.
“Any more tricks? Show me what you’ve got.”
Old Master Luo trembled, unsure whether from anger or fear.
When he remained silent, Luo Yao lost interest in conversation and stepped closer to him.
“Your turn, Grandfather.”
Old Master Luo shook his head in terror.
“No! No! Luo Yao, you can’t do this. I’m your grandfather.”
Luo Yao’s expression didn’t waver.
Old Master Luo: “I was wrong, Grandfather won’t dare again.”
A flash of cold light, and the tip of Luo Yao’s blade now held an eyeball, still twitching.
Luo Yao: “Ah, I forgot. I need to take my time.”
Only then did Old Master Luo feel the pain. He let out a blood-curdling scream and collapsed from his wheelchair, writhing on the ground.
“Luo Yao, you… you’re insane! You… you’re a madwoman who kills her own parents!”
Luo Yao crouched down, looking down at him. “That’s right. I’ve always been a madwoman.”
She gripped Old Master Luo’s chin with one hand and waved the knife with the other.
“This time, I’ll take my time and make sure your eyeball is removed perfectly.”
As Luo Yao’s seemingly gentle movements continued, Old Master Luo’s screams echoed through the mansion.
“Ah…”
“Spare me… Grandfather begs you!”
“Ah…”
Luo Yao seemed to relish the torment, even if the victim was her own grandfather.
“You should’ve known this would happen the moment you started following Lin Ran.”
After what felt like an eternity, the perfect eyeball finally rested in Luo Yao’s hand. She held it up to the light, admiring her handiwork.
“Perfect. Don’t worry, I’ll preserve this and display it in the manor. That way, you can always keep an eye on us.”
Old Master Luo writhed on the ground, his hands clawing blindly, as if searching for his missing eye.
Luo Yao looked at him with disgust, her voice cold and mocking.
“How pitiful. No legs, no eyes. You’ll have to behave from now on, or who knows what you’ll lose next?”
“Of course, if you hand over what I want, I might grant you a quick death.”
Old Master Luo, enduring the pain, spat out bitterly, “You… will never have family… or love!”
Luo Yao: “Lin Ran is all I need.”
Old Master Luo wailed in agony, “Mad… everyone’s gone mad.”
Stepping out of the mansion, Luo Yao looked up at the stars, then down at her blood-soaked clothes, feeling particularly pleased.
She closed her eyes, savoring the natural scent in the air, listening to the mournful cries behind her.
“The world still feels beautiful. Maybe tonight, I won’t lose control again.”
“Should I rush back? I really want to see Lin Ran soon. I wonder if he misses me too.”
Just then, her phone rang.
Opening her eyes, Luo Yao glanced at the number and frowned.
She walked back inside, kicked Old Master Luo unconscious to silence his wailing, and answered the call.
As she listened, her expression grew darker.
Hanging up, her rage was palpable.
“Lin Ran, you’ve lost your freedom!”
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