Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Chu Wanhe sat at his desk, his mind filled with this matter. His wife sat in the room, holding Chu Ruohua's photo and weeping bitterly. Ever since Chu Ruohua's death, she had been constantly in tears.

"How much longer are you going to wait?! When are you finally going to kill that bastard who killed our son?!"

His wife, filled with grief and indignation, accused him: "Ever since the failed assassination attempt, you haven't made any other moves. Do you even have any intention of avenging our son?!"

Chu Wanhe was upset, but he tried to suppress his emotions and said, "It's not a good time right now. After the failed assassination attempt last time, Night Owl will definitely be on guard, and Night City will definitely increase its defenses. If we make a move now, it would be bad if they could find something to use against us."

"Then let's make our move in Arsen City!" his wife said through gritted teeth. "He doesn't always stay in Night City. Doesn't that little demon usually attend the War Academy in Arsen City?"

Chu Wanhe immediately rejected the idea: "No, he's a personal student of Lan Mi, the principal of the Imperial War Academy. We have even less chance of succeeding near the academy, and we might even offend this former top ten human..."

"You're always worrying about this and that, how long are you going to drag this out?!" His wife was furious. "It's just killing a minor demon seed at the Profound Realm, why is it so complicated?!"

Chu Wanhe ignored her. His marriage to his wife was a political alliance. She had some royal blood and was a distant relative of the current second emperor. She had been spoiled since childhood and had hardly ever suffered any hardship. Therefore, she usually had a strong personality and would act impulsively without considering the consequences.

Calm down, calm down...

Chu Wanhe gritted his teeth and silently told himself.

Back when he was sixteen, he went to the battlefield of ten thousand races and survived so many invincible alien enemies.

Over the years, what storms haven't I weathered?

Moreover, the truth of the matter is still unclear; perhaps it's not as bad as it seems at all...

"City Lord!"

Just then, one of his men rushed in from outside.

Chu Wanhe: "What happened?"

Subordinate: "News has come in that Mr. Black Fang and the others don't seem to be dead!"

"?!?!" Chu Wanhe's pupils shrank: "What?! You...where did you get this information from?!"

The subordinate replied, "People from Night City witnessed the Night Family publicly executing several assassins who attempted to kill Ye Ge today. After some investigation, we confirmed that these assassins were Mr. Black Fang and his group..."

"..." Chu Wanhe's face turned deathly pale, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"...Okay, you can go now."

Chu Wanhe waved his hand.

His subordinates silently withdrew.

"This is the subordinate you spent so many years training?" His wife sneered contemptuously. "Didn't you keep bragging to me about how everything was foolproof? This is the result you've given me!"

Chu Wanhe was in a state of agitation and did not respond at all.

In fact, he didn't hear what his wife was saying at all.

Mr. Black Fang and his gang really were captured alive; they really didn't die...

At a time like this, saying something like, "Maybe it's not so bad," would be nothing but self-deception!

Chu Wanhe is now 100% certain that Hei Liao and his gang have confessed something, and Ye Shengxiong was definitely implicated by them.

Now that Ye Shengxiong has confessed, then he...

His wife didn't see Chu Wanhe's trembling hands on his lap, and continued to say tirelessly, "Forget it, I don't expect anything from you, you good-for-nothing man. I'll find someone to kill that little devil myself!"

“I can ask my sister in Kyoto to borrow an assassin. I’ve already investigated. Ye Ge has been living at the War Academy since becoming Lan Mi’s personal student, and only returns to Night City on weekends with the butler who comes to pick him up.”

"I'll have someone take action on his way back to Night City. This time, we'll definitely take care of this kid."

"Hey, did you hear me? Give me the information you found out about that little demon, the old butler who picks him up and drops him off every day, and..."

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a heavy, loud slap landed.

Chu Wanhe slapped his wife across the face in a fit of rage: "You brainless, idiotic woman! When will you ever stop?! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! You have no idea how serious this is!!"

"Have you ever been a city lord? Have you ever fought a war?! How many schemes and plots between the imperial nobles and superhumans have you experienced?! You've never even been a minor leader! You have no experience, background, ability, knowledge, or achievements whatsoever. All you do is point fingers at me with your meager understanding and delusions. Do you really think that the current state of Ten Thousand Swords City is all your doing? Have you been reading too many wish-fulfillment novels online and think your brain is enough?! You have no idea what this world is really like! If I had listened to your advice, Ten Thousand Swords City would have been swallowed up by other nobles long ago! I've put up with you for a long time, you brainless idiot!"

His wife, stunned, covered her swollen cheek and stared at him in disbelief: "You...you dare to hit me?"

Throughout their many years of marriage, she had always been the dominant one, and her husband had always been accommodating to her in daily life. She never imagined that Chu Wanhe would dare to treat her so violently...

"Zheng!"

Chu Wanhe drew his sword, his face contorted with an unprecedented ferocity: "Fight? I dare to kill! You believe me?!"

His wife trembled and went limp, looking at Chu Wanhe with some timidity. She could sense that Chu Wanhe was acting strangely today, and that he might actually do something impulsive.

His wife's voice weakened: "You...what's wrong with you? What happened? Why...?"

"City Lord!"

Just then, another subordinate rushed in from outside.

"There's a letter for you! It was sent by Viscount Night Owl!"

Chu Wanhe's body visibly trembled.

"give it to me."

"Yes."

"Go down."

Chu Wanhe nervously picked up the letter.

The letter was sealed with a drop of black and red wax and stamped with the image of a half-demon—the crest of the Night family, the largest family of demonized mutants in the empire.

Chu Wanhe paused, gritted his teeth, and braced himself to open the envelope.