Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Qin Chuan's voice carried the last trace of disgust.

A crisp, chilling sound of a neck bone cracking rang out!

Lady Mingzhu's beautiful head drooped softly at an eerie angle, her eyes filled with extreme fear, resentment, and unwillingness.

Her meticulously laid traps, her prized beauty and poison skills, were as fragile as a joke in the face of absolute power and insight.

Qin Chuan tossed her body onto the soft couch covered with a snow-white fox fur, as if discarding a piece of dirty trash.

The light gauze palace dress was disheveled, creating a jarring contrast with the snow-white fox fur.

Without even glancing at the still-warm, beautiful corpse, he turned around, his black robes brushing against the fragrant carpet, and vanished silently into the thick darkness of the Pearl Palace, just as he had come.

The shadow guards lurking outside the palace didn't dare make a sound from beginning to end; only a deep fear silently spread through the darkness.

On the eastern horizon, a sliver of dawn quietly tore through the deep, inky night.

The blood-red and grim atmosphere that enveloped Xinzheng last night is being washed away little by little by this nascent light, like the receding tide.

The city of Xinzheng slowly awoke from its deathly silence.

From the depths of the streets and alleys, the first rooster crowed, long and tinged with the weariness of surviving a catastrophe.

Then, sporadic barking broke the tranquility of dawn.

Wisps of smoke began to rise from the rooftops of countless homes, carrying the warmth and vitality unique to human life, slowly merging into the cool morning breeze.

Last night's raging waves and bloody storm seemed like an overly real nightmare.

Those dramatic changes that shook the court and the country and overturned the established order—the downfall of the General's Mansion, the fall of the Nightfall leader, the execution of a wealthy merchant who was richer than a country, and the untimely death of a favored concubine in the deep palace.

For the vast majority of people in this city, it remains shrouded in thick palace walls and layers of mist.

As usual, they opened their doors to make a living, and in the dim morning light, they began another day of busyness and struggle.

The eaves of Zilan Pavilion cast an elegant silhouette in the morning light.

The windows on the top floor were open, and a gentle breeze carried away the faint lingering scent of blood mixed with incense.

Zi Nu stood by the railing, her purple dress fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.

She gazed at the distant direction of the royal palace, then looked down at the streets below that were gradually becoming more lively, her expression complex and unreadable.

Everything that happened last night echoed in her mind like a thunderclap. The execution of the Jade Tiger, the surrender of the Straw-Clad Swordsman, and the figure in black robes who had infiltrated the palace and personally ended the life of the Tide Demoness…

That night, the sky over Xinzheng completely changed color.

In her hand, she tightly clutched a preliminary list of the vast jade tiger industry, compiled overnight.

This list is stained with the people's hard-earned money and carries the weight of Qin Chuan's cold words: "Let this blood-stained money do something useful."

A heavy sense of responsibility and an indescribable flutter of excitement intertwined in her heart.

In the shadow of another tall building, Mo Ya's figure seemed to blend into the fading night.

He silently gazed at the awakening city, his eyes sharp and loyal.

The new orders have been conveyed to the reorganized "Hundred Birds," and an invisible net is quietly being spread in Xinzheng and even further afield.

The intelligence network of the Straw Raincoat Gang is being rapidly integrated.

The master's will, like the rising sun, will unstoppably shine into every corner.

Deep within the royal palace, the Pearl Palace remained closed and deathly silent.

The beautiful corpse lying on the snow-white fox fur coat, in the dim light filtering through the window, presented an eerie and desolate chill.

The incense she had carefully arranged had long since dissipated, leaving only a faint scent of death.

The shadow guards who had been lying in ambush outside the palace had already quietly retreated in fear, burying the horror they had witnessed the previous night deep in their hearts, not daring to reveal a single word.

"Night ends and dawn comes..."

Qin Chuan gazed at the newly awakened city of Zhengzhou, which had undergone a complete transformation by dawn.

The morning light outlined his tall and solitary silhouette, his black robes seemingly absorbing all the light, creating a stark contrast with the gradually brightening world around him.

"It's time to arrange a meeting between Zheng Ge and Han Fei..."

Chapter 31 Zheng Ge Arrives, Luo Wang Attacks

The turmoil in Xinzheng City seemed to have subsided, but the destruction of Ji Wuye and the core of the Nightfall was like removing the last supporting pillar of the rotten wood that was the state of Han, making the entire country even more precarious amidst the storm.

The Qin state, this fierce tiger entrenched in the west, keenly sensed the scent of blood.

Not long after, the Qin state dispatched envoys to the Han border under the guise of "mourning" the sudden death of the Han general Ji Wuye, but in reality, to investigate the situation and exert pressure.

The Prime Minister of Korea, Zhang Kaidi, a mature and prudent minister who was unable to reverse the decline, personally went to the outskirts of the city to greet him, adopting an extremely humble posture.

However, that night, a bloody assassination attempt struck the post station.

The Qin envoy and his accompanying guards were all killed!

The scene left behind traces of the snake-shaped bone chains unique to the Baiyue people, as well as a strong, nauseating smell of poison.

The murderer is obvious—Tianze, the deposed crown prince of Baiyue!

The news swept through Xinzheng like a hurricane and reached Xianyang even faster.

The Qin court was furious!

As prime minister, Lü Buwei seized this opportunity to exaggerate the "disrespect" and "malicious intentions" of the state of Han.

Using this as a pretext, the Qin state launched a massive military offensive, its forces poised to strike the border of Han!

Dark clouds loomed over the city, and the shadow of war instantly enveloped the entire South Korea.

Meanwhile, a new Qin delegation set off for Xinzheng once again, amidst the Qin army's imminent advance.

This time, the envoy was Li Si, a young retainer who had recently made a name for himself under Lü Buwei.

He came with a firm mission: to "engage in serious negotiations, hold the perpetrators accountable, and cede territory and pay reparations."

At this tense moment, when the winds were howling and a storm was brewing, an uninvited guest of extremely high status arrived at the Zilan Pavilion in Xinzheng City.

As night deepened, the most secluded private room on the top floor of Zilan Pavilion was brightly lit, yet the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

The door opened silently.

Two figures appeared at the doorway.

The person at the front was dressed in a black robe with gold patterns. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and although his face was young, it already carried a composure and dignity beyond his years.

His brows held the grandeur of mountains and rivers, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.

He simply stood there, and an invisible, irresistible imperial aura emanated from him, compelling people to submit.

It was none other than King Ying Zheng of Qin, who had secretly infiltrated the state of Han under the alias "Young Master Shang"!

Half a step behind him was a young man dressed in simple clothes, but with a demeanor as profound and dignified as a mountain.

He held an ancient longsword in his arms, his eyes calm and still, like a deep pool or ancient well, yet containing a sharp edge capable of cutting through anything.

It was none other than Gai Nie, the chief swordsmanship instructor of the King of Qin!

Ying Zheng's gaze instantly locked onto the figure in black robes sitting in the main seat of the elegant pavilion—his younger brother, Ying Chuan!

Ying Zheng's voice, tinged with barely concealed excitement and concern, broke the silence in the room.

He strode forward, ignoring the sharp or scrutinizing gazes of Wei Zhuang, Zi Nu, Tian Ze, and others standing in the elegant pavilion, and walked straight up to Qin Chuan, carefully examining him from head to toe:

Are you... alright?

That brotherly care that came from the depths of his bloodline softened the imperial aura emanating from him at that moment.

Qin Chuan slowly raised his eyes, meeting Ying Zheng's concerned gaze. The usual coldness and emptiness in his eyes seemed to melt for a moment, and he nodded slightly.

"Brother Zheng, I'm fine."

Ying Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, the hearts of the others in the elegant room were filled with a tremendous storm!

Holding the Shark Tooth Sword, Wei Zhuang's sharp eagle eyes locked onto Ying Zheng the moment he stepped in, beneath his short, silver-gray hair!

That domineering imperial aura was no feigned!

Combined with his black-and-gold-patterned clothing and Gai Nie's constant bodyguards...

His identity is obvious – King Ying Zheng of Qin!

When Ying Zheng uttered the affectionate and caring "Brother Chuan," and his gaze fell intently on Qin Chuan, Wei Zhuang, Zi Nu, Tian Ze, and even the Corpse-Driving Demon in the corner all had their pupils contract violently in an instant!

Qin Chuan... Ying Chuan?!

The legendary Qin prince Ying Chuan, who supposedly suffered immense torture and mental damage while being held hostage in Zhao?!

The one they witnessed firsthand, who ruthlessly crushed Ji Wuye, destroyed the Nightfall, and mercilessly ended the life of the Tide Demoness, Qin Chuan, who was as unfathomable as an abyss?!

He was actually Qin King Ying Zheng's younger brother?!

The immense sense of absurdity and the extreme shock struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer!

Especially Tianze, he recalled his past hostility and probing of Qin Chuan, and a chill instantly shot up his spine to the top of his head!

He was facing not only Qin Chuan, whose personal strength was terrifying, but also a prince of the Qin royal family!

Zi Nu's hand, hidden in her sleeve, trembled slightly. She looked at the calm and composed figure in black robes on the main seat, and all her previous guesses about his identity were instantly overturned.

The rumor of the Zhao hostage's idiocy... was it such a perfect disguise?

Or was it... a rebirth from the ashes?

Where in the mind, methods, and strength of Ying Chuan before us is there even the slightest trace of "foolishness"?

The depth of this concealment is chilling!

Wei Zhuang's gaze became incredibly complex, and the hum of the Shark Tooth Sword deepened.

He had always regarded Qin Chuan as a powerful and mysterious opponent or collaborator, but he never expected that the other party would have such a illustrious and sensitive identity!

This completely overturned his assessment of the situation.

Ying Zheng seemed oblivious to the turmoil in the hearts of those around him, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the elegant room.

The cold and aloof Wei Zhuang, the shocked and undisguised Zi Nu, and the sinister-looking Tian Ze all turned their gazes back to Qin Chuan, their eyes filled with shock and indescribable relief.