Chapter 118: I Have Come to Avenge Them!

Fortunately, Qin Mu was not far from White Emperor City.

In less than three minutes, he arrived at the city in a whirlwind of urgency. However, the moment he stepped through the door, his military boots landed in a pool of blood.

Before him, over a dozen people lay on the ground, their bodies riddled with countless wounds and reduced to a bloody mess. Some had suffered even worse fates—their limbs had been hacked off, and they lay in pools of their own blood, nearly in shock. The perpetrators had been incredibly cruel, dealing almost exclusively in lethal blows. Furthermore, they had systematically shattered the victims' bones as if performing a deliberate torture, leaving them there to wait for a slow, agonizing death.

It was utterly abhorrent.

"What happened here?" Qin Mu asked coldly, his face expressionless as he surveyed the carnage.

"It’s my fault. I didn't tell them everything you said. If I had warned them that someone might come tonight, this wouldn't have happened..." Lin Qingxue sat on a nearby sofa, dazed, her face buried in her hands as she wept uncontrollably.

She was still consumed by terror. At the end of the day, she was just a girl accustomed to a peaceful life; she had never witnessed such a bloody scene. She had remained huddled against the sofa like a frightened bird, not daring to move until she saw Qin Mu, which finally brought her a shred of relief.

"That is no longer important. Tell me exactly what happened."

"It was Li Jie! The deputy manager of the pharmaceutical department! He was the mole!" Lin Qingxue hurriedly pulled up the surveillance footage for Qin Mu to see. "Without his fingerprints and retinal scan, those people could never have gotten their hands on the prescriptions."

As she spoke with regret, a sudden realization struck her. "Wait, the medicinal pills! Before we left, I had the pharmaceutical department prepare a batch!" Panicked, she forgot about the situation for a moment, her hands trembling as she reached for her phone.

The pharmaceutical department quickly sent back the news.

"That bastard! He stole everything from the pharmaceutical department, too! That animal, he’s trying to kill them!" Lin Qingxue threw her phone onto the sofa, clutching her forehead and gnashing her teeth.

"These are hemostatic pills. Give one to each of them," Qin Mu said, taking a bulging cloth bag from his pocket and tossing it into her lap.

Lin Qingxue froze, cradling the bag. She suddenly remembered that Qin Mu had told the security guards not to intervene, which must have meant he had already anticipated that the He family would come tonight. But she hadn't expected him to have foreseen everything—even that the He family would resort to violence, prompting him to prepare these life-saving, blood-clotting pills in advance.

"And this prescription: crush the herbs and apply them directly to the severed wounds, then reattach the limbs." Qin Mu quickly scribbled down a formula and handed it to her.

"This... this can reattach their limbs?" Lin Qingxue asked, unable to believe her ears.

"It can." Qin Mu did not waste words. On the battlefields beyond the frontier, where artillery fire rained down constantly, it was not uncommon for limbs to be blown off by bullets and shells. This prescription was one he had developed alongside several national medical experts. Fortunately, the attackers had not been precise enough to cause necrosis in the wounds.

"Memorize the prescription, then burn it immediately. Do not let it leak," Qin Mu warned.

Qin Mu had called the meeting today and publicly released the seven prescriptions not only to expand White Emperor City’s pharmaceutical business, but more importantly, to lure the He family into making a move. As a family that controlled the medical world of Jiang City, how could they stand by and watch as Qin Mu released priceless secret formulas? Given their nature, he knew they would bribe an insider at White Emperor City to steal the prescriptions that very day.

However, Qin Mu had not expected them to be so bold as to commit murder in public. These people were all suffering from lethal injuries, and the He family would surely have coordinated with major hospitals to ensure they were denied treatment. In less than ten minutes, these employees of White Emperor City would have begun to die one by one.

"Director... Qin," one of the employees on the ground gasped, clutching at Qin Mu's trousers. He coughed up blood, his voice weak.

"Speak," Qin Mu said, leaning down.

"It was the He family! They wore grey tactical gear, and there was a crane embroidered on their chests!"

It was a deliberate warning to Qin Mu: the He family was not someone he could afford to provoke. How arrogant.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you," Qin Mu said, patting him on the shoulder.

After giving Lin Qingxue some brief instructions on the treatment, he left with swift, decisive steps and got into his car. The roar of the Bugatti Veyron’s engine tore through the night sky.

...

The He family estate. A sprawling, luxurious mansion covering several thousand square meters.

Like the Fu family manor, the He estate had a private medical suite. A man lay on the hospital bed, his face deathly pale, his condition clearly critical.

"How is Qingfeng?" an old man asked, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked through the glass partition at the doctor inside.

"Family Head, his condition has stabilized, but the wounds are extremely deep. I fear full recovery will be difficult," the doctor reported.

The old man was He Qingtian, the head of the He family. He Qingfeng was his younger brother.

Just then, a man scurried toward He Qingtian like a thief, head bowed, holding seven slips of paper which he respectfully presented. "Master He, these are the new prescriptions from White Emperor City. They cover everything from trauma and internal injuries to mental health—they are worth a fortune!"

It was, of course, the traitor Li Jie.

"Good. Wise men submit to circumstances," He Qingtian remarked. He was a shrewd man; after investigating the Lin Group, he had quickly identified those susceptible to betrayal. For someone like Li Jie, He Qingtian only had to offer a spot in the Jiang Alliance and a promise to support the Li family’s rise within its ranks. The man had immediately groveled and spilled the secrets, leading the He family’s men to ransack the Lin Group.

"Not only that, but I also stole the first batch of finished products from the pharmaceutical department," Li Jie added, pulling out a sterile bag.

"Oh?" He Qingtian raised an eyebrow, taking the bag. He opened it, and a refreshing medicinal scent wafted out, instantly invigorating.

"The ones marked with the character for 'internal' are for treating internal injuries," Li Jie explained. "According to that guy named Qin, this is the medicine that cured Fu Yuantu!"

Upon hearing this, He Qingtian immediately took a pill and handed it to the doctor. "Quick, give this to Qingfeng!" He had personally purchased products from White Emperor City before and knew their effectiveness far exceeded ordinary medicine, so he had no reason to doubt these pills. He wondered where that kid named Qin had managed to find such heaven-defying medicine from such a high medical authority.

The doctor placed the pill into He Qingfeng’s mouth. It dissolved instantly, and the effect was immediate. The heart rate monitor, which had been trending toward a flatline, began to show a rhythmic pulse once more.