Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over him indifferently, as if he were looking at a piece of rotten flesh about to be discarded.

"A money bag?" Qin Chuan's voice was flat. "What's inside is the hard-earned money of the Korean people, the marrow of the starving, and the blood and tears of orphans and widows."

The smile on Jade Tiger's face froze instantly, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head:

"My lord...my lord, please see the truth! I...I was forced by Ji Wuye's tyranny..."

"Is that so?" Qin Chuan tapped his finger lightly on the table.

An invisible spiritual force instantly enveloped the Emerald Tiger!

The jade tiger's fat body suddenly stiffened, and its eyes instantly became empty and blank, as if its soul had been forcibly ripped out.

The Yin-Yang School's Mind Control Techniques!

Under Qin Chuan's will, Emerald Tiger, like a manipulated puppet, began to mechanically and without reservation reveal all his secrets:

How he colluded with Ji Wuye to monopolize the market, how he raised prices, how he engaged in loan sharking, how he embezzled military funds, and how he transferred and hid enormous wealth...

The details are numerous and countless; their greed and evil deeds far exceed what is visible on the surface.

As one secret after another was laid bare, Zi Nu paused slightly in her tea-serving hand, a cold look of disgust flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Wei Zhuang's lips curled into a mocking smile.

Tianze and the others had icy eyes, and the Corpse-Driving Demon's copper bell moved automatically without wind, emitting a low hum.

When Jade Tiger uttered the location of the last hidden treasure as if in a dream, the indifference in Qin Chuan's eyes completely turned into icy killing intent.

"The waste has been utilized."

Qin Chuan's voice was like a pronouncement of judgment.

There were no unnecessary movements, and no one even saw how he made his move.

There was a soft "pop" sound, like a ripe fruit bursting open.

The Jade Tiger’s enormous head snapped back, revealing a tiny, gaping hole between its brows!

His fat eyes, which still held a hint of emptiness and bewilderment, instantly lost all their light, and his massive body crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Fresh blood mixed with white fluid spread rapidly beneath him, the heavy stench of blood instantly overpowering the incense in the elegant room.

Absolute silence!

The man in the straw raincoat—this intelligence chief of the night—stood silently in the shadows, like a ghost.

At that moment, his body under the straw hat trembled violently uncontrollably!

The sudden death of the Emerald Tiger, especially its unexpected and bizarre manner of death, was like the heaviest icicle, piercing through all his remaining hopes.

He originally thought that as long as he kept a low profile and cooperated well, he might be able to save his life, just as Emerald Tiger had imagined, thanks to his secret intelligence network...

Now it seems we were completely wrong!

This new master doesn't care about their so-called "value" at all; he only cares whether they deserve to die!

Tianze's crimson snake eyes suddenly contracted, and the Corpse-Driving Demon and the others subconsciously took a half step back.

Qin Chuan's ruthless decisiveness and merciless treatment of "useless" people instilled in them an unprecedented chill and awe.

This is far more direct and terrifying than the intimidation of a massive army!

Zi Nu looked at the corpse of the jade tiger on the ground, and then at the figure in black robes sitting in the main seat, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was disgusted by Jade Tiger's crimes, shocked by Qin Chuan's ruthless methods, and also felt a touch of something indescribable.

By eliminating these insects, he was not only establishing his authority, but it also seemed... to be cleaning up some filth on this land.

She took a deep breath and calmed her turbulent emotions.

"Zi Nu." Qin Chuan's voice broke the silence.

"Yes." Zi Nu stepped forward, her posture respectful.

"You'll take over Jade Tiger's businesses." Qin Chuan's words were concise and forceful, leaving no room for doubt. "Seize what needs to be seized, disperse what needs to be dispersed, and provide relief where necessary. Let these blood-stained moneys play a role, at least."

He didn't say anything superfluous, but his meaning was crystal clear.

They need to eliminate the cancerous growths that have become part of South Korea's economic lifeline, and at the same time use these ill-gotten gains to heal some wounds.

Zi Nu's heart skipped a beat, and a deeper light quietly appeared in the complex emotions in her eyes as she looked at Qin Chuan.

She bowed solemnly:

"Zi Nu obeys! She will certainly not fail the young marshal's trust."

Qin Chuan's gaze shifted to the man in the straw raincoat who was almost blending into the shadows in the corner.

The man in the straw raincoat felt that gaze, as if he were being locked onto by invisible ice needles, and his body tensed up to the extreme in an instant!

Without further hesitation, he abruptly removed his straw hat, revealing his pale and gloomy face, which had never seen the sun for many years. Without hesitation, he knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

His voice was filled with unprecedented fear and absolute submission:

"The man in the straw raincoat is willing to serve you as my master! All of Nightfall's intelligence networks, undercover agents, and secrets are now under your control! I am willing to be your henchman, to keep you informed of everything under heaven!"

He completely abandoned any thought of bargaining and only wanted to survive.

Qin Chuan looked at the man in the straw raincoat lying prostrate on the ground, his eyes still indifferent, but the cold killing intent in them had subsided somewhat.

Intelligence networks are still somewhat useful.

He nodded slightly, which was considered an affirmation.

Just then, Mo Ya's figure appeared at the doorway like a wisp of smoke.

“Master,” Mo Ya knelt on one knee, “a message has been sent to Lady Mingzhu. She says that due to her special status, it is inconvenient for her to leave the palace, and she invites you to come to Mingzhu Palace for a chat.”

Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a barely perceptible, cold smile seemed to curve at the corners of his mouth.

Inviting him to her bedchamber? The serpent's lair?

"Interesting." Qin Chuan slowly stood up, his black robes fluttering even without wind. "Then... let's go take a look."

His figure vanished instantly, leaving only a cold echo in the private room: "Mo Ya, lead the way."

The scent of incense was richer and sweeter than usual, carrying a warm and arousing aroma.

Layers of gauze curtains hung low, and the candlelight was carefully adjusted to be hazy and ambiguous.

Lady Mingzhu had changed into a nearly transparent light gauze palace dress, her graceful curves faintly visible beneath the gauze, and her fair skin glowing alluringly in the candlelight.

She reclined on the soft couch covered with snow-white fox fur, her posture utterly languid, like a beautiful venomous snake waiting for its prey to come to its door.

Her meticulously groomed face was absolutely stunning, and her eyes exuded a captivating charm.

She held a glistening grape between her fingertips, parted her lips slightly, and bit off a bit of the flesh with her pearly teeth. The juice stained her lips red, adding to her allure.

She was waiting, waiting for the enemy who killed her cousin to step into the trap she had carefully laid.

The air in the palace was filled with a colorless and odorless "Drunken Dream Inducer," which could make people lose their minds and let down their guard.

The nail polish on her fingertips, the rouge on her lips, and even that seemingly ordinary jade hairpin all concealed a deadly poison that could kill instantly.

Meanwhile, her most elite and loyal shadow guards had already been lying in ambush outside the palace, waiting for the signal to rush in and "catch them in the act," thus confirming Qin Chuan's heinous crime of "intending to rape the princess"!

Time passes little by little.

When that dark figure appeared silently at the palace gate, as if formed from the darkness of night, Lady Mingzhu's heart skipped a beat, followed by a surge of even stronger hatred and a hint of morbid excitement.

"grown ups……"

Her voice was sweet as honey, with a captivating languor and charm. She slowly sat up, her gauze dress slipping down to reveal her rounded, fragrant shoulders.

"You've finally arrived... I've been waiting so long..."

Her eyes were like water, gazing at Qin Chuan, trying to catch even the slightest hint of lust in his eyes.

However, all she saw was a bottomless, icy pool, cold and indifferent, as if all her careful preparations were nothing more than a clumsy monkey show in her eyes.

Qin Chuan approached step by step, his steps steady, ignoring the sweet incense in the air and the alluring body that could make any man's blood boil.

His gaze swept calmly across the luxurious palace, as if he were looking at a desolate graveyard.

Madam Mingzhu was on high alert, but the die was cast.

She forced a seductive smile, took light steps, and went to meet him.

With a fragrant breeze, she seemed delicate and boneless, wanting to nestle into Qin Chuan's arms, while her fingertips twitched slightly, preparing to apply the deadly poison powder to the acupoints on the back of his neck.

"My lord, the night is cold and the dew is heavy. Let me warm you up..."

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Qin Chuan's skin.

A cold, iron-like hand, swift as lightning, precisely gripped her slender, fair, swan-like neck!

All of Madam Mingzhu's alluring expressions froze instantly, turning into extreme horror and suffocation!

The hand was incredibly strong, tightening like an iron clamp, instantly severing all her gasps and subsequent movements!

Qin Chuan lifted her off the ground with one hand, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered!

"You, a withered flower and faded willow, dare to flirt with me?"

Qin Chuan's voice, as cold as ice, carried undisguised contempt and murderous intent, clearly reaching Madam Mingzhu's ears, which were congested with blood from suffocation.

Madam Mingzhu's feet left the ground as she struggled in vain, desperately trying to pry open the iron clamps choking her throat, but to no avail.

Her beautiful face was contorted and flushed from lack of oxygen and fear, her carefully applied makeup was ruined by tears, and her eyes were filled with unbelievable despair and resentment!

She struggled to squeeze out broken syllables from her throat.

"First," Qin Chuan said coldly, as if delivering a verdict, his gaze sweeping over the nail polish on her fingertips and the rouge on her lips, "using beauty as bait to lure in with poison. Clumsy."

His gaze seemed to pierce through her disguise and see through all her tricks.

Lady Mingzhu's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Second," Qin Chuan's gaze shifted to the hidden murderous intent outside the palace and the ambiguous arrangement inside, "framing a rape and using the king's order to suppress it. Foolish."

He directly exposed her carefully planned backup plan!

The last glimmer of light in Madam Mingzhu's eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only boundless fear and despair! He knew everything!

He saw through everything!

"Despicable tactics, an eyesore."