Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 13
Su Wuji struck so fast, no one from the Mu family even had time to react.
By the time Mu Ziyang was sprawled on the ground screaming, the room finally snapped out of its daze.
Hiring foreign assassins to go after Mu Qianyu?
Was that something Mu Ziyang would dare to do?
“Impossible! Impossible!” a middle-aged man bellowed. “Su Wuji, stop trying to frame Ziyang!”
The speaker was Mu Dongsheng, the third uncle of the Mu family.
He rushed forward, trying to shield his son.
Su Wuji gave him a cold glance, then stabbed Mu Ziyang in the other thigh.
Spurt!
Blood burst out, hot and furious.
Mu Ziyang howled again, trembling violently on the floor, his face pale as death.
Mu Dongsheng’s eyes went bloodshot at the sight. “Su Wuji! Are you trying to kill someone?! You think you’re above the law?!”
Su Wuji tilted his head at Xiao Pang. “This old bastard’s too noisy.”
Without a word, Xiao Pang stepped forward and drove a brutal punch straight into Mu Dongsheng’s stomach.
The third uncle crumpled instantly, dropping to his knees and vomiting in great heaves, too stunned to speak another word.
Today, Su Wuji had come to settle scores—young and old alike were fair game.
Such ruthless, direct violence left the Mu family with no chance to mount a defense.
“Mu Qianyu!” a voice suddenly called out—Mu Yunxia, Qianyu’s Sixth Aunt. “Make him stop! If this goes on, someone’s going to die!”
But Mu Qianyu remained where she stood, unmoved. Her voice was calm and resolute.
“Whatever he does—I stand by it.”
Su Wuji grinned. “Heh. Just for that, this whole trip was worth it.”
At this moment, Li Qingchen stepped forward, his voice low and firm. “Those two illegal immigrants from Myanmar—the hitmen—they’re already in custody at the Lakeside Precinct. They’ve confessed everything. Every detail of Mu Ziyang hiring them. The middleman has also been apprehended overseas and is being extradited as we speak.”
Mu Qianyu’s brows twitched slightly—she hadn’t expected the precinct to move so quickly. An international arrest, already?
Mu Yunxia shouted, “Where’s the proof? How do we know this isn’t all fabricated?”
“Fabricated, my ass!” Su Wuji snapped, glaring at her. “You think the Línzhou detectives have time to frame Mu Ziyang? Use your damn brain, woman!”
He suddenly raised his knife, cold steel flashing under the lights.
Mu Yunxia jolted with fear, stumbling several steps back until she fell hard on her butt. Her bluster evaporated in an instant.
Su Wuji sneered. “Who the hell goes abroad themselves to negotiate a hit? That idiot didn’t even know he was being filmed the whole time.”
Just then, the long-legged CEO, Xiao Yinlei, tossed over a few USB drives. “The boss had me make copies of the footage. If you don’t believe us, take them home and see for yourself.”
A flicker of surprise passed through Mu Qianyu’s eyes. Su Wuji had pulled off all this without making a sound?
Mu Dongsheng’s face was ashen. He turned to his son. “Is it true?”
Mu Ziyang trembled uncontrollably, lips pale, unable to speak, let alone deny it.
Mu Dongsheng’s face twisted in fury and heartbreak. “You absolute fool!”
Still, the third uncle reacted quickly. Clutching his stomach, he dragged himself beside Mu Qianyu, panting. “Qianyu, I’m willing to pay the price for today. Please… ask the precinct to drop the case…”
Attempted murder by hired killers—how many years would that earn?
His son’s entire life would be destroyed.
Mu Dongsheng was begging for a future, for a lifeline.
Mu Qianyu pressed her lips together. “Let Wuji decide. On this matter, I defer to him.”
I defer to him.
Until now, she had always called him “Young Master Su.” This was the first time she’d dropped the formality and used his name.
To the others, this address shift hinted at something more than friendship.
And the truth was, Mu Qianyu still carried guilt in her heart. Every time she thought about how wounded he was—how much he’d already suffered—her heart twisted.
Su Wuji grinned wide. “Well, in that case, Third Uncle Mu… let’s see how much your son’s life is worth to you.”
Xiao Pang had already hoisted Mu Ziyang off the floor. His pants were soaked in blood, the fabric clinging wetly to his legs.
Mu Dongsheng hesitated, then said, “I’ll send him overseas. He’ll never touch family business again. My other children will also withdraw from the younger generation’s power struggle.”
Su Wuji stared him down, smiling faintly. “Not enough.”
“But you already stabbed Ziyang twice…” Mu Dongsheng protested.
“Twice?” Su Wuji arched a brow.
Without turning around, he flicked his wrist—and thunk!
The knife flew backward two meters, embedding itself deep in Mu Ziyang’s shoulder.
A fresh scream echoed through the courtyard.
“Three. Can’t you count?”
Mu Ziyang: “…”
Mu Dongsheng: “……”
The Mu family had no idea how to handle this unorthodox negotiation.
Su Wuji’s smile remained light and careless. “You better think fast, old man. What if I miss next time—and the blade goes through his heart?”
Mu Dongsheng gritted his teeth. “The textile business has always been managed by our branch. From today on… I’ll transfer the entire operation to Qianyu.”
A collective gasp rippled through the Mu clan.
That textile division was one of the Mu family’s core assets. Mu Dongsheng himself was chairman of the Linjiang Textile Association. To hand it over just like that was shocking.
Su Wuji’s chuckle was frosty. “The textile market in the gutter. Another two years and it’ll be a pile of junk. Who do you think you’re fooling, old man?”
Many in the Mu clan disagreed.
Mu Textiles had once been king in Jiangnan. Even with the slump, it was still a giant—a dying camel is bigger than a horse. Riding it for another decade wouldn’t be a problem.
All eyes turned to Mu Qianyu.
She said calmly, “Wuji’s right. Third Uncle, I want Linmu Insurance.”
Linmu Insurance Group.
The Mu clan held a major stake.
Su Wuji snapped his fingers. “Heh. That’s the one!”
As if he’d been waiting for her to say it.
“That company was founded by several of Linjiang’s top financial groups,” Mu Dongsheng said. “Changing major shareholders is… complicated. The process is slow—”
Su Wuji grinned. “I’ve got ways to speed things up.”
The next second, he whipped out a baton and slammed it into Mu Ziyang’s kneecap.
Already stabbed three times, the poor bastard screamed in agony as his knee caved in.
Mu Dongsheng, drenched in sweat, yelled, “Fine! Thirty percent of the Mu clan’s shares in Linmu Insurance will be transferred to Qianyu within three days!”
He was terrified Su Wuji would take the other leg next.
Su Wuji clapped once. “See? Was that so hard?”
He nodded at Xiao Pang. “Let him go. Be gentle.”
Xiao Pang lifted his foot and booted Mu Ziyang square in the ass.
The man flew in an arc and landed with a splash in a nearby pond.
Seeing Su Wuji narrow his eyes, Xiao Pang immediately added, “Boss, I swear, just ten percent strength. Very gentle.”
No one in the Mu family dared speak. No one dared move.
They hadn’t expected Mu Qianyu to seize the Linmu Insurance shares like this.
It was clear: the power struggle among the younger generation was over.
Who could rival her now?
Mu Qianyu turned to Su Wuji, her gaze lingering.
“Thank you.”
Su Wuji waved it off. “Hey, we’re family. No need for thanks.”
By tomorrow, all of Linzhou would probably believe the two of them were an item.
Mu Qianyu didn’t deny it. She simply added softly, “Get some rest. I’ll take care of things here and meet you at the Queen Bar tomorrow.”
That gentle tone—so different from the commanding presence she had moments ago—made Su Wuji grin like a fool.
Xiao Yinlei beamed. “A warm welcome to our future boss lady!”
Su Wuji clapped. “Good one, Manager Xiao! I’ll give you another raise.”
Xiao Pang chimed in, “Boss, finance already said we’re broke.”
Su Wuji chuckled. “Then dock your salary for next year. Problem solved.”
Xiao Pang blinked seriously. “Boss… no wonder Finance says your math sucks.”
Su Wuji: “She’s talking crap. My math sucks?”
Xiao Pang: “Manager Xiao said it, too.”
Xiao Yinlei’s smile froze. “…”
Watching the three banter like this, Mu Qianyu gave a rare, gentle laugh.
And in her eyes, something warm began to stir. Something that hadn’t surfaced in a long, long time.
