Chapter 114: Descending the Mountain

Eagle's Nest.

Inside a sanatorium.

Without any warning.

Under the gaze of Wang Ai, Wang Ze—already half petrified—suddenly showed a terrified expression before abruptly exploding, scattering blood, flesh, and shattered stone all over the ground.

Dead beyond death.

“Damn it…”

The unexpected turn startled Wang Ai mid-sentence; his body trembled involuntarily, and his withered face instantly tightened with tension.

“What just happened?”

A perfectly healthy man suddenly exploded right before his eyes. Anyone would be terrified by such a scene, let alone Wang Ai, an old fellow with a neck as stiff as clay.

Staring at the scattered debris and blood, an inexplicable unease settled in Wang Ai’s heart.

His first thought went to Ye Yan, who had been dragged into the nightmare realm. He suspected something had gone wrong on Ye Yan’s side of the dream, causing the nightmare itself to explode without warning.

Wang Ai’s face turned ashen. With fury in his eyes, he slammed his cane hard against the floor, glaring venomously at the pile of flesh and stone, cursing bitterly:

“Damn useless bastard—wouldn’t die early or late, but had to blow up right now.”

“Good-for-nothing.”

“Not worth a damn.”

The heavy stone that had weighed on his heart was only just moved aside, promising a few days of peace. But it had barely been a few days—less than half a month—and now the stone had jumped back, even more severely lodged than before.

It was like a bone stuck in his throat, a thorn embedded deep in his eye.

He lifted his gaze to the bright spring light pouring through the window but found no comfort in it.

Wang Ai had long since devised several plans for dealing with Ye Yan.

Assassination by Purgatory, dispatching death servants for a desperate fight, and finally capturing Xia He.

The first two had already failed; his only option now was the last.

Wang Ai knew Ye Yan well, having tangled with him countless times.

Cold-hearted and ruthless, vindictive to the last degree.

This time, Wang Ai had managed to trick Purgatory into attacking him. If Ye Yan truly awoke from the dream, his revenge would undoubtedly be like a violent storm.

He could not simply wait to be killed.

He had to act immediately.

This was a matter of the Wang family’s survival.

Thinking this, Wang Ai abruptly turned and shouted toward the door:

“How’s the contact with the foreign sanatorium? No news yet?”

“It’s arranged.”

A voice replied from outside.

“Good. Since it’s arranged, hurry and get the young master out first. And increase efforts to capture Xia He. Have Wang Qi and Wang Ba move faster. That woman must not be handed over to anyone else. We must keep her tightly in our grasp.”

“She’s our only bargaining chip.”

“Understood.”

“…”

Behind the door, Wang Ai quickly laid out a new plan—a plan for self-preservation.

Purgatory was no longer an option.

The only strategy he could think of was capturing Xia He. If Ye Yan truly awakened from the dream, at least he would still have a bargaining chip in hand.

This was crucial for the Wang family.

They absolutely could not lose her.

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