Transmigrating as the Villain Father, Forcing the Protagonist's Mother to Have Children-Chapter 150

Chapter 150

“Yan Jie, just give up. You can’t do anything to me. Is it really that hard to admit someone is better than you?” Xu Feiyan, brimming with confidence, taunted.

“Oh? Is that so?”

Having probed Xu Feiyan’s true combat ability, Yan Wumei was shocked.

Hearing Xu Feiyan’s words, she couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a cold laugh.

The aura of a mid-stage Dark Force expert erupted.

In the next moment, she seized Xu Feiyan, who had been gloating just seconds ago.

Yan Wumei dragged her to a nearby stone bench and forced her to sit.

“Explain. How did your combat experience improve so suddenly?”

“And what’s the deal with your force application technique?”

She fired off a series of questions.

Xu Feiyan was still dazed.

One moment, she had been smug because Yan Wumei couldn’t touch her.

The next, she was completely subdued.

Snapping back to reality, she protested indignantly.

“You fox spirit! No martial integrity! A Dark Force expert bullying me— Ahahaha—!”

Before she could finish, Yan Wumei reached out and tickled her underarms.

“Are you going to talk?”

“If not, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Xu Feiyan burst into uncontrollable giggles.

She struggled fiercely but was no match for Yan Wumei, a mid-stage Dark Force expert.

In the end…

Xu Feiyan nearly cried before finally giving in.

Meanwhile, Xu Hao was reviewing a file on his phone—information about Yan Wumei, the female lead he had just met.

[Yan Wumei, 33 years old. Arrived in Demon City from the capital five years ago…].

[With her charisma and fearless, aggressive nature, she rose through the underworld, leading the Red Rose to become one of its three major powers…].

[Known as the Underworld Queen, her fox-like beauty and mesmerizing movements earned her the nickname ‘Fox Spirit’…].

Xu Hao read with interest.

Ding!

Bai Ling received a message and turned to Xu Hao.

“Master, Zheng Feifan has taken the bait.”

Another protagonist had appeared.

After witnessing his strength, Xu Hao’s first move upon getting in the car was to order the death squad following Zheng Feifan to lure him to an abandoned construction site.

Originally, he had planned to keep this protagonist around a little longer to fully harvest his luck.

But… to prevent him from causing trouble and alerting the other protagonist, Luo Yan, Xu Hao decided to send Zheng Feifan to his grave early.

Zheng Feifan had chased his pursuer all the way here.

But the hidden figure suddenly suppressed their aura and vanished.

He searched cautiously.

Earlier, as he was about to leave home, he had sensed someone watching him.

Zheng Feifan had pursued relentlessly.

The opponent’s aura was no weaker than his, making them difficult to track once they concealed themselves.

Screech—

The sound of a car braking outside made Zheng Feifan frown.

Why would a car come here?

Was it targeting him?

Who could it be?

Soon, he got his answer.

Two figures entered the abandoned building.

Xu Hao walked in front, followed closely by his personal bodyguard, Bai Ling.

“Xu… Hao…”

Zheng Feifan gritted his teeth, fists clenching violently.

His eyes burned with hatred.

Whoosh—

A figure flashed into view.

The person he had been chasing emerged from behind a wall.

She approached Xu Hao and knelt on one knee with fanatical devotion.

“Greetings, Master…”

At that moment, Zheng Feifan understood.

This had all been a trap.

Xu Hao had orchestrated this to lure him here—to silence him?

Perfect.

He had been looking for Xu Hao anyway—to avenge his father’s death and the theft of his woman.

(A brother’s fiancée still counted as his woman.)

A mid-stage Dark Force expert and an early-stage one?

Troublesome, but did Xu Hao really think these two could kill him?

Zheng Feifan smirked coldly.

“Xiao Fan, what’s with that look? You used to call me ‘Uncle.’ Why do you act like I’m your father’s killer now?”

Xu Hao, intending to crush his spirit before killing him, deliberately provoked him.

After all… true murder required breaking the heart first.

Zheng Feifan’s eye twitched.

Must you bring up that humiliating past where you fooled me completely?

He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Aren’t you? Dare you deny killing my father?”

To his surprise, Xu Hao—who had always weaseled out of accusations—actually admitted it.

“He was too clever. He figured out I was reclaiming all company shares and targeting the other two shareholders.”

“He delivered his shares to me willingly. But… cleverness can backfire.”

“To keep him quiet, I arranged a ‘car accident’ on his way home.”

“Your father didn’t die instantly. I made sure he knew—this was the price of crossing me. He probably died with his eyes wide open…”

Whoosh—

Zheng Feifan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.

Killing intent erupted uncontrollably from his body.

This bastard…

Not only did he openly admit to murdering his father, but he also rubbed the details in his face.

He truly saw Zheng Feifan as nothing.

“I know you’re angry, but don’t be just yet…”

Xu Hao smirked.

“You like that landlady, Xiao Wanlin, right? You know she came to visit my daughter a while back.”

“I casually showed off some tea-brewing skills, and she eagerly became my student. You’ve seen how I taught her.”

“Hands-on guidance. That girl was so naïve—she did whatever I said.”

“Within days, we were in a hotel together…”

Zheng Feifan’s fists deformed from how hard he clenched them.

His nails dug into his palms.

Veins bulged on his arms.

[Ding… Zheng Feifan’s rage reaches the heavens. Emotion Points +888…].

Xu Hao continued leisurely.

“Oh, and you know about Lin Chuqing being drugged and me ‘intercepting’ her, right?”

“Actually, you’re wrong. The one who drugged her—Chu Xiaotian from the Chu family—was acting on my orders.”

“I planned it so I could ‘save’ her at the critical moment. To this day, she still thinks she initiated it, guilty over ‘betraying’ me. Completely under my control…”

Zheng Feifan’s expression twisted violently.

He had never imagined Lin Chuqing’s poisoning had such a backstory.

Now he understood—

Why, when Xu Hao visited Sunny Electronics yesterday, he had devoured Lin Chuqing effortlessly while chatting and laughing with her.

Because she believed she had wronged him.

So when Xu Hao made demands, she couldn’t refuse—half-resisting, half-yielding.

Fool! The man you feel guilty toward is the one who orchestrated your ruin!

[Ding… Zheng Feifan is furious beyond reason. Emotion Points +999…].

“Oh, one more thing…”

Xu Hao feigned sudden recollection, sneering.

“Know why those two people showed up to stage an accident at the company entrance? I arranged that—so you wouldn’t interrupt me and your CEO’s ‘good time.’”

“Gotta say, the taste of an ice-cold CEO is… very smooth.”

Zheng Feifan froze.

He had assumed Chu Xiaotian was behind it.

But it was Xu Hao all along.

Now, everything made sense.

Zheng Feifan’s killing intent solidified into something tangible.

The hatred in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He charged at Xu Hao, hellbent on killing him.

[Ding… Zheng Feifan’s mentality collapses. Emotion Points +1000…].

Watching Zheng Feifan’s luck aura dim to near-invisibility—flickering as if about to vanish—Xu Hao knew this protagonist’s value had been drained.

Time to die.

Before Zheng Feifan could reach him, Xu Hao’s two bodyguards moved.

Bai Ling, his personal guard, and another early-stage Dark Force expert he had summoned yesterday—

Neither fought bare-handed.

Daggers flashed as they intercepted Zheng Feifan.

Bai Ling, a mid-stage Dark Force expert with combat experience granted by the system, wielded her blade with lethal precision.

With another early-stage expert assisting, they overwhelmed Zheng Feifan instantly.

In their first exchange, he was already bleeding.

Forced into retreat, Zheng Feifan spat blood and lunged at them in a frenzy.

But—

A moment later, he was knocked to the ground again.

Dozens of deep, bone-exposing gashes covered his body, blood gushing out relentlessly. He was a pitiful sight.

“Am I really going to die like this?”

His father’s killer stood right before him.

If he died here, Lin Chuqing would remain trapped in Xu Hao’s grasp—twisted and molded into whatever shape he desired, until she became nothing more than his slave.

Zheng Feifan twitched his fingers and forced himself up with immense effort.

Sheer fury caused his aura to erupt violently.

Against all odds, Zheng Feifan had broken through to mid-stage Dark Force in this desperate situation.

Feeling the surge of power within him, he glared coldly at the two expressionless women.

To kill Xu Hao, he had to eliminate these bodyguards first.

With a brutal yank, he tore a steel rebar from the crumbling wall.

Gripping the weapon, his presence intensified further.

His right foot slammed into the ground, shattering the aged concrete beneath him.

Then, with explosive speed, he lunged at the two bodyguards.

They remained unfazed, countering with icy precision.

This time, Zheng Feifan wasn’t completely overwhelmed.

But neither could he gain the upper hand—only a stalemate.

Even that was impressive.

He was freshly wounded, his breakthrough unstable, his foundation unsteady.

Yet, this was the terrifying combat prowess of a protagonist.

Zheng Feifan believed he could kill both women—but it would take time.

And his injuries wouldn’t allow him to drag this out.

Even if he succeeded, he’d be spent, barely able to stand.

If Xu Hao called in reinforcements, he’d be nothing but a fish on the chopping block.

His own death didn’t matter.

But if he died, who would avenge his father?

Who would protect the beautiful landlady and his sworn brother’s fiancée?

They’d be left to Xu Hao’s merciless whims forever.

If he had to die, he’d drag Xu Hao down with him.

“I can’t keep this up.”

“I have to kill Xu Hao—now.”

His mind raced even as he fought for his life.

His eyes flicked toward Xu Hao, who stood with arms crossed, watching like this was nothing but entertainment.

Zheng Feifan frowned.

Xu Hao wasn’t calling for backup.

Did he really think these two bodyguards alone could grind him down?

The thought made Zheng Feifan desperate.

Then—an opening.

Seizing the moment, Zheng Feifan swung the rebar in a wide arc, forcing the bodyguards back.

In that split second, he pivoted and charged at Xu Hao with everything he had.

If he couldn’t defeat the bodyguards yet, he’d cut the head off the snake first.

His investigations had confirmed it: Xu Hao was a self-made man, consumed by business, with zero martial arts training.

Killing him would be effortless—

Bai Ling and the other bodyguard paled, about to intercept at all costs—

But Xu Hao stopped them with a single glance.

Since acquiring abilities from the system, he’d never truly fought at full strength.

He didn’t even know his own limits.

Now, facing a protagonist a full realm above him—yet feeling no threat—

This was the perfect test.

A chance to measure his real power.

As Zheng Feifan closed in, Xu Hao didn’t move.

Zheng Feifan assumed he was frozen in fear, helpless before a warrior’s might.

At the last instant, Zheng Feifan threw his full weight into a single punch.

Every ounce of hatred—for his father’s murder, for the theft of his woman—was poured into that strike.

The air itself screamed as his fist tore through it.

A direct hit would obliterate flesh, shatter bone, explode a skull.

“DIE!”

Zheng Feifan’s face twisted with vengeful glee.

The man he’d once called Uncle was his father’s killer.

The landlady he adored had walked into hell, and he’d done nothing—letting Xu Hao seduce her with laughable ease.

And his brother’s fiancée, the ice-cold CEO he’d sworn to protect?

Deceived, drugged, now teetering on the edge of becoming Xu Hao’s personal slave.

This punch carried all his rage.

It would end everything.

Closer—

Impact—

His fist smashed through Xu Hao’s chest—

Wait.

Something was wrong.

Zheng Feifan’s grin stiffened.

His hand had clearly pierced Xu Hao’s torso—

Yet he felt no resistance, no warmth of flesh, no spray of blood.

Then, horror dawned.

The “Xu Hao” in front of him flickered—

And dissolved into nothing.

A mere afterimage.

Impossible.

What kind of speed was this?

Not even peak Dark Force experts—no, not even Transcendent Force masters—could move this fast.

Yet Xu Hao had.

What the hell?!

His intel had been garbage.

Who said Xu Hao wasn’t a fighter?

Not only was he a martial artist—he was monstrously strong.

How strong?

Strong enough to drown Zheng Feifan in despair.

For the first time, doubt crept in: Can I even win?

Of course, this wasn’t raw speed.

Xu Hao had simply used [Teleport], a system-granted skill.

With his current mental energy, he could blink up to two meters away—multiple times.

[Ding… Zheng Feifan’s spirit trembles. Emotion Points +1001…].

“If this is all you’ve got,” Xu Hao’s mocking voice came from beside him, “then it’s time to die.”

Though his sanity teetered, hatred propelled Zheng Feifan forward again.

This time, Xu Hao didn’t evade.

[Grandmaster Combat Arts] + [Divine Tai Chi] activated in unison.

He sidestepped Zheng Feifan’s strike effortlessly—

Then drove a kick into his chest.

CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—

Ribs shattered like glass.

Zheng Feifan hurtled backward as if hit by a truck, cratering the wall before slumping to the ground.

Too strong.

Strong enough to crush hope itself.

Zheng Feifan slid down like a broken doll, pupils dilated, gaze vacant.

[Ding… Zheng Feifan feels true fear. Emotion Points +1001…].

“Tch. Boring.”

Xu Hao flicked his fingers.

A metal rod lifted from the rubble.

[Telekinesis].

With a thought, it shot forward, piercing Zheng Feifan’s heart.

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