Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 986 - 984 Revenge Begins! (First Update)

Chapter 986: Chapter 984 Revenge Begins! (First Update)

Ren Feifan had truly never considered that Guo Xinlei would agree so readily.

He had thought that Guo Xinlei would refuse to the bitter end; he had even made up his mind to take her away by force if necessary.

But reality had far exceeded his expectations.

It seemed that in the face of family, anything could happen.

After all, she was still the Sword Marquis’s daughter, his only daughter.

"Where is your mother now? Can you help me convince her to come along?" he asked.

Guo Xinlei shook her head, "She won’t go. I understand her character. In fact, much of my hatred for my father came from her, but now I’ve come to realize that I can understand some of the difficulties my father faced. Never mind, you come home with me, and I’ll try to convince her."

"Okay."

Guo Xinlei remained exceptionally calm throughout, a calmness so eerie that Ren Feifan was certain once she saw her father’s corpse, she would completely break down.

Then, after exchanging a few words with Lin Xue, Guo Xinlei and Ren Feifan left in a cab.

Guo Xinlei’s home was in a high-end residential area of Jiangdu; apparently, Sword Marquis had not left his wife and daughter wanting financially.

Upon reaching Guo Xinlei’s home, Ren Feifan did not go in. Such matters had to be handled by Guo Xinlei alone. Ren Feifan could only hear the sounds of argument from within - it seemed the Sword Marquis’s wife truly detested him.

Leaning against the wall, Ren Feifan was lighting his third cigarette when the door opened, and Guo Xinlei came out with red eyes.

"How did it go?" Ren Feifan asked, snuffing out his cigarette.

Guo Xinlei shook her head as if she had made up her mind, "Just me. I’ll go with you. I alone am enough. I can’t let my father feel alone even in death. I want to be there for his last journey."

Ren Feifan nodded, finding new respect for the Sword Marquis’s daughter.

She knew the big picture, the priorities.

Although she could be as cold as snow at times, when it came to important matters, she knew what mattered most.

Just then, a woman dressed in fancy clothes emerged. Seeing Guo Xinlei talking to a man of similar age, she asked with suspicion, "Xinlei, who is this guy?"

Ren Feifan was about to speak when Guo Xinlei said, "He’s a friend of dad’s. He came to..."

"Get out, get out, get out! Your dad’s friends are probably just as bad as he was. Stay away from him! Otherwise, he’ll surely deceive you!"

After saying that, she tried to pull Guo Xinlei back into the house, but Guo Xinlei struggled, nowhere near as strong as her mother.

Ren Feifan shook his head, not knowing when a security box had appeared in his hands.

He walked into the house, with or without the mother’s consent, with serene indifference.

Guo Xinlei’s mother saw that Ren Feifan had actually come inside, became completely furious, and scolded him, "This is my house! Who let you in? Get out, or I’ll call the police!"

Ren Feifan’s face showed no emotion as he placed the security box on the table.

"This contains some things your husband left for you. I hope it will shut you up. I’ve always thought he was the finest man in the world."

He entered the code, turned around, and said no more.

Guo Xinlei’s mother paused, then instinctively reached out to open the box. As soon as it was opened, bundles of money tumbled out, quickly piling up all over the table.

Seeing so many banknotes, mother and daughter were thrown into disarray.

The Guo Ticheng they knew was shrouded in mystery, constantly meditating, never revealing what he was doing, sometimes even practicing with a sword outside for an entire day.

Guo Ticheng’s wife had fallen in love with him because of his sword, but their love had also ended because of it.

Guo Ticheng loved his sword too much, making his wife feel it surpassed even her in his affections.

After a while, Ren Feifan turned around and said to Guo Ticheng’s wife, "Guo Ticheng’s greatest concern before his death was his daughter. Therefore, I must take her to Capital City to attend his funeral, to fulfill his last wish. If you still hold any love for him, let her go."

Guo Ticheng’s wife, her eyes fiery as they clung to the money, waved her hand and said, "Fine, fine, fine, you can leave, but from now on, the money is mine."

At that moment, Ren Feifan was thoroughly disgusted; he finally understood why Jianhou had chosen to divorce.

Love had long since deteriorated, or to put it another way, this woman had deteriorated.

Encountering such a woman was truly a misfortune for the family!

"Let’s go, Guo Xinlei."

Guo Xinlei glanced at her mother, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness, then nodded and followed Ren Feifan out.

This time, Ren Feifan did not take the high-speed train, but instead had the Holy Gate dispatch a private jet.

This had been seized from a Western king.

When Guo Xinlei saw that Ren Feifan actually boarded a private jet, she was shocked once again.

Who in the world did her father know?

Why could his friend produce so much money and have a private jet?

Aren’t these privileges only billionaires have? And this guy is so young, too.

Over the years, it was as if her father had vanished off the face of the earth; she had no idea where he had gone.

Sitting in the private jet, she felt somewhat panicked, but eventually mustered the courage to ask, "What has my father been doing all these years?"

Ren Feifan paused, then looking out at the sky through the window, he replied, "He was a warrior, an outstanding warrior."

"A warrior?" Guo Xinlei felt puzzled by this word, but she could vaguely guess what her father had been doing, "How did he die?"

Ren Feifan’s face darkened, and he clenched his fist, raised his head, and looked at Guo Xinlei with a deep voice, "Your father sacrificed himself to save me..."

"Smack!"

Guo Xinlei slapped Ren Feifan across the face. Had it been anyone else, Ren Feifan would naturally have tried to stop it, but since it was Guo Xinlei who struck him, he did not.

This was the debt he owed Jianhou.

The next second, Guo Xinlei could not hold back her tears any longer, and she burst into inconsolable crying, her delicate fists pounding Ren Feifan’s chest unceasingly!

Ren Feifan, feeling the surge of her emotions, abruptly pulled her into his arms.

Guo Xinlei struggled at first, but eventually, she calmed down.

"Who killed my father?"

"A group of people who think themselves the most powerful and influential in Huaxia! But I, Ren Feifan, swear that even if they stand at the altar of the gods, I will personally drag them down and slay them with a single blow!"

Guo Xinlei looked at the youth before her, feeling an unprecedented resolve.

This time, she chose to trust.

...

Meanwhile, at Crouching Dragon Villa.

Elder Qin lay on a bed of ice, surrounded by an incessant overflow of cold air; his severed arm had been reattached.

His breath was gradually returning, and standing outside the ice bed were several elders, unmistakably the same old monsters from Huaxia who had fought in the battle at the Holy Gate!