Chapter 56: The Dead Are Not Entitled to Know the Answer

Outside the abandoned warehouse, two young men in black robes pressed their ears to the door, listening intently. The last words spoken by Qin Chuan, laced with a sense of melancholy, reached their ears just in time.

“Damn, if I’d known they’d be so useless, I would’ve gone in first, even if it meant fighting them for it!”

“No kidding. Looks like that little beauty wasn’t satisfied. They say she’s still a virgin—what a waste on those two losers.”

“Ah Chun, if you’re done in there, hurry up and get out. Don’t hog the spot—everyone else is waiting to have their fun!”

Because these two guards spoke so loudly, the other black-robed men nearby burst out laughing, though they all felt a mix of pity and frustration toward their companions who had gone in first.

“Must be because the girl’s so pretty—otherwise, how could it have ended so quickly?”

Such thoughts filled the minds of nearly all the black-robed kidnappers. As they sighed and seethed with jealousy, the guards at the warehouse door heard Ah Chun’s voice from inside.

“Damn, this girl’s really something! My legs have gone weak—I can’t walk. Brothers at the door, come on in! Let me rest up and I’ll switch with you.”

His tone was both satisfied and weak, the unmistakable exhaustion of a man after a bout of passion. The two kidnappers at the door had been impatient for a while. Grinning, they pushed the door open, never expecting that an unworldly female professor would be so formidable as to wear out two seasoned womanizers so quickly.

Once inside, they locked the warehouse door behind them using a makeshift wire latch. Looking up, they saw Qin Youyou slumped against the wall, looking utterly spent, while their two companions lay motionless, facedown on the mattress.

“Ah Chun, you’re really wiped out, huh? Looks like you need some serious tonic.”

“That’s right, now it’s our turn. Watch closely—this is what real men look like.”

As they spoke, the two men began undressing, striding toward Qin Youyou, whose arms were crossed over her chest, her clothes slightly disheveled.

“Come on, beauty, why bother fixing your clothes? You’ll just have to take them off again. Let’s not waste such a fine night.”

“I’ve played with internet celebrities, models, students, but I’ve never tasted a female professor. Time to cross that off my list.”

As the two drew closer, Qin Chuan put on an expression of reluctant resignation and lay down directly on the mattress.

Seeing this, the two black-robed kidnappers were overjoyed.

“That’s more like it! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you…”

But before the dark-skinned kidnapper could finish his words, he sensed something was wrong. There was no fear in the beauty’s face—only excitement and anticipation.

He turned to look at the two who’d entered before him, only to see them lying face down, a glimmer of bright red blood visible at the corner of their mouths.

“Wait—”

He didn’t even finish the word before a hand clamped around his throat. He struggled to make a sound, but only managed a faint gurgle before darkness swallowed him.

The other man sensed danger almost at the same instant, but Qin Chuan’s speed was beyond anything he could have imagined. There was no time to cry for help—his neck was snapped in a flash.

Even as they died, the two men couldn’t understand it: how had their companions, who’d just been talking, suddenly become corpses? And how could a female professor, seemingly so weak, possess such terrifying strength? They’d spent years living on the edge, yet hadn’t even seen how she struck.

After disposing of four kidnappers, Qin Chuan repeated the ruse, mimicking the voices of the kidnappers and Qin Youyou, and once more performed a scene of feigned harmony. This time, he extended the duration slightly, but to avoid any unforeseen trouble, he again imitated the kidnappers’ voices to call in more men. He repeated this cycle four times, until those outside began to sense something amiss.

Especially the deputy captain in the black robe—his instincts were sharp. While it made sense for the first group to be delayed by exhaustion, four rounds had passed with only people entering and no one leaving. Something was definitely wrong.

“You all stay out here; I’ll go in and see for myself,” the deputy captain ordered. Of the fourteen men who’d come with him, only six remained to guard the entrance.

His subordinates obeyed, though they were disgruntled. So many had already had their fun with the beautiful professor, and just as it was their turn, the deputy captain cut in. Still, none dared voice their displeasure, knowing well the man’s fearsome power.

The deputy captain understood their thoughts but had bigger concerns. If the family patriarch hadn’t forbidden it, he would have wiped out the Qin family remnants long ago. If he’d had his way, there would be none of this trouble—no endless probing and hesitation, just swift and ruthless action.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He strode up to the warehouse door and delivered a vicious kick.

Bang!

The rusted, battered door couldn’t withstand his fury. It crashed to the ground, and he strode inside, tiger-like in his gait. He saw his subordinates sprawled across the mattress, unmoving.

“The smell of blood!”

A chill ran through him. He knew that scent all too well, and in an instant, realized things had gone terribly wrong. Qin Youyou was nowhere to be seen—further proof of his suspicions.

“Quick, get—”

He was about to call for reinforcements when a sudden sense of danger descended from above. He looked up to see a dark figure hurtling down at him. Instinctively, he tried to dodge, but something cold pierced his crown.

A tingling numbness swept through his body. He was paralyzed, unable to move or utter a sound; his throat felt blocked. Terror overtook him as he recognized the person above him—Qin Youyou.

No, something was wrong! His mind reeled: apart from sharing Qin Youyou’s features, this person’s expression and aura were utterly different. The cold killing intent in her eyes was not something one could fake—only someone who’d lived on the edge of life and death could possess such a gaze.

He struggled to speak, barely managing a muffled sound, but Qin Chuan understood the look in his eyes: he was asking, Who are you?

“The dead don’t deserve an answer,” Qin Chuan whispered in his own voice at the deputy captain’s ear.

The man’s eyes went wide with horror, disbelief written across his face—a disguise this flawless was beyond anything he’d imagined. Even close inspection hadn’t betrayed the slightest flaw.

Yet, Qin Chuan wasn’t finished. He demonstrated another skill that defied belief.

“Brothers, everyone come in! The girl’s about to give out—if you don’t hurry, you’ll miss your chance!”

He called out in a perfect imitation of the deputy captain’s voice and tone.