Lingchi, Repaid Tenfold!

The situation changed too quickly for anyone to react before Whitehall was thrown in front of Jia Ying.

Jia Ying had originally wanted to question Carl, but the moment she saw Whitehall, she could not take her eyes off him. Her entire body trembled.

She was a classical beauty who had lived for a very, very long time, surviving from feudal society to the present day. More than once, she had been called a "vixen." Her face truly had once possessed a fox-like, peerless beauty.

Whitehall had destroyed her. He had destroyed everything.

The first time Whitehall captured her, she had said nothing in order to protect the secrets of Afterlife and the Inhumans. She had not even used her Inhuman ability. Though her ability could drain another person’s life force, it required physical contact and time. There had been no time.

Later, after being rescued and placed under surveillance by S.H.I.E.L.D., she still had not used her ability. She kept it hidden until she found a chance to escape, returning to Afterlife to continue serving as a guide, helping those who had been chosen adapt and grow.

Because the number of Obelisks was limited, there was only one chosen person every few years, so her work was not demanding.

Like most Inhumans, she spent most of her time living outside. In Hunan, China—her hometown.

Then, she was captured a second time. She was dismembered, her internal organs removed, and Whitehall transplanted them into his own body.

The portion of power attached to those organs had restored Whitehall’s youth, making him young again.

Thinking she was no longer useful, Whitehall had discarded her like garbage. Later, Carl collected her remains, stitched her back together, and drained the life force of many people before reviving her.

Everything had changed.

She had changed, and so had her heart.

She left her husband and returned to Afterlife, wanting only to use the Inhumans’ strength to take revenge.

She had never expected Whitehall to appear before her.

This young man calling himself "Little Wang" had to be the Wang Skye had mentioned.

Not only was he handsome and slightly plump—just her type—his attitude was proper, and his voice was gentle. He carried the bearing of a classical scholar, along with an aura similar to that of an old Taoist priest: pure and natural, at one with heaven and man. He was very attractive.

Most importantly, Little Wang was thoughtful. He had brought her the most important gift of all:

Whitehall!

In an instant, she was filled with goodwill toward him.

Mm, very good. As long as he treats Skye well. Jia Ying nodded to herself.

A mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law only grew more pleased the longer she looked.

Of course, this was not the time for small talk. They had to settle decades of grievances first, and besides…

Gordon had not returned yet!

"Little Wang, that silk ribbon…" Jia Ying asked.

She was a vixen who had lived for centuries, not an idiot. Little Wang and Carl were the "outside enemies" Gordon had mentioned.

Carl did not have the ability to make Gordon so nervous. Clearly, it was Little Wang.

Little Wang was quite extraordinary!

"The little fellow likes to play. Gordon struck first, which caused the misunderstanding… Please do not worry. I’ll call it back right away."

Old Wang pretended to call out, "Little Red, return!" In reality, he simply spread out his senses, located the Crimson Magic Belt, and ordered it to hurry back.

A fake was still a fake. It did not possess the ability to teleport or travel through portals.

Gordon had long since teleported to some unknown corner of Earth. No matter how fast it was, it could not catch him. In fact, it had already secretly slipped into a women’s bathhouse, disguised itself as a bath mitt, and served the ladies.

Occasionally taking a little advantage.

Though the Magic Belt was not a true life-form or soul entity, it possessed spirituality and personality. Its personality also seemed somewhat improper…

The key issue was its terrible taste.

There were clearly beautiful women with great figures around, so why did it insist on choosing the plain, fat ones? What was Little Red thinking?

The Magic Belt flew back in an instant and wrapped itself around Old Wang’s waist. As always, it tried to curry favor, hoping Old Wang would give it more essence to make it stronger.

Old Wang gave it a pat. It seemed a little wet…

"How amazing."

Jia Ying sighed, then suddenly asked, "Little Wang, are you from Kamar-Taj?"

Afterlife was located in the Himalayan Mountains, very close to Kamar-Taj. Ancient records contained mentions of sorcerers. As a living fossil among the Inhumans, Jia Ying had even met a sorcerer before and knew that sorcerers possessed magical artifacts.

"A month ago, I accepted the Sorcerer Supreme’s invitation and visited Kamar-Taj. I gave her a copy of the Darkhold, and she gave me this Magic Belt in return."

Old Wang spoke lightly, seeming a little embarrassed. "You misunderstand. Although I have magical artifacts and know how to cast spells, I am not a sorcerer. I practice kung fu."

"A kung fu master from K’un-Lun?"

Jia Ying looked Old Wang up and down, her eyes shining even brighter. "The special energy inside Skye—is that ‘qi’? Did you teach it to her?"

Old Wang smiled warmly. "Yes."

Jia Ying stared at Old Wang, becoming more satisfied the longer she looked.

He was on good terms with the Sorcerer Supreme and was also a master from K’un-Lun. He had a deep background, formidable strength, a good personality, and a handsome face. A son-in-law like that would be hard to find even with a lantern!

As they spoke, Gordon returned.

The moment Gordon saw Old Wang, he immediately called out, "Jia Ying, he…"

"He is not an enemy."

Jia Ying smiled. "Gordon, bring Whitehall with me."

Gordon froze.

Earlier, he had sensed spatial fluctuations. After teleporting over and seeing Carl emerge from a portal, he had immediately realized something was wrong and was about to seize Carl for harsh interrogation.

He had not expected a crimson silk ribbon to fly out of the portal, carrying a power that terrified him.

He had fled at once and knew nothing of what happened afterward.

He had never expected the visitor to bring Whitehall!

After glancing at the crimson silk ribbon around Old Wang’s waist and then at its owner, Gordon sensed a heart-palpitating power from that smiling, chubby young man.

So it was him—the legendary Immortal Iron Fist!

With Jia Ying’s orders, Gordon hurriedly obeyed.

"Little Wang, you have come from afar and are our guest. Rest here for now. Lincoln will keep you company."

Jia Ying beamed. "I still have matters to attend to. We’ll have a meal together later."

"Please, go ahead," Old Wang said quickly.

"I think you need me, darling."

Carl hurried after her, gesturing as she spoke. "Everything he did to you, I’ll repay tenfold!"

Jia Ying hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.

That was true.

Killing Whitehall outright would be letting him off too easily.

Only by torturing him with the cruelest methods could they ease the hatred in their hearts. For example…

Lingchi!

The three quickly left. Whitehall, who had long ceased to resemble a human being, showed no reaction at all. He had already become numb to everything.

He might have heard of "lingchi," but he could never imagine the kind of agony it entailed.

Only the finest executioner could carry out true lingchi, and as a killer doctor with skilled hands, Carl was the most suitable candidate.

"I hope this can resolve the hatred in their hearts." Skye was a little worried.

No matter how cruel it was, Whitehall deserved it. She was merely worried things would get worse.

"They will not get worse. Besides, we still have one last resort."

Old Wang touched Skye’s face. "Don’t worry. I’m here."

Lincoln’s expression darkened when he saw this.

He liked the girl he had known for only an hour, just as Gordon liked Jia Ying.

Now, it seemed he had no chance at all…

Had it already ended before it even began?

So heartbreaking…