After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1279: 617 Completely unaware of Yu Xiheng’s strength [1 more] Chapter 1279: 617 Completely unaware of Yu Xiheng’s strength [1 more] Without a ripple or a trace, deep currents flowed beneath the still water.

An unprecedented sense of oppression enveloped the butler and the ten dark guards, their hearts seeming as though they were tightly grasped by something, and their fear was maximized at this moment.

The butler could hardly believe what he had heard; he trembled as he lifted his head, feeling as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.

He had been with the Yu family for a long time, having served there since Old Master Yu was young.

Before turning fourteen, Yu Xiheng had always been with the Yu family, and naturally, the butler had watched him grow up and knew somewhat of his temperament.

Yu Xiheng was silent and unsociable, never attending any high-society parties.

Latterly, he stopped returning to the Yu family altogether, and over time, even the butler forgot about his existence.

Yet, in the butler’s eyes, Yu Xiheng should have always been a very controllable person.

As long as Old Master Yu cut off Yu Xiheng’s finances, he would be nothing.

But now?!

In the midst of his extreme horror, the butler suddenly realized he had never truly understood Yu Xiheng.

Just like he had no idea how Yu Xiheng had managed to protect Yu Tang behind him.

What on earth was going on?!

“Yes!”

Feng San sprang into action, immediately moving forward to subdue the still dazed butler.

Once he moved, the other dark guards finally reacted, stepping forward to subdue both Yu Xiheng and Yu Tang.

Initially, they had reservations because Yu Xiheng was a member of the Yu family, somewhat their semi-master.

But Old Master Yu was the real authority; since Yu Xiheng stood against Old Master Yu, they wouldn’t be polite anymore.

However, these ten dark guards were not successful.

As they took their first step, Yu Xiheng looked up, giving them a very light and indifferent glance.

That glance seemed to freeze the dark guards in their tracks, completely immobilized.

Before they could understand what was happening, the next second, they felt every inch of their bones compressing.

The sound of bones cracking echoed, the pain swiftly engulfing their bodies.

Even those trained and cultivated by the system found this bone-deep pain unbearable.

In just half a second, all ten dark guards lost their ability to fight.

“Thud, thud—”
One after another, the dark guards continuously fell to the ground.

But they were still conscious and could see and hear.

This lucidity was undoubtedly their greatest torture.

The dark guards too were terrified; their eyes wide open, they stared intently at Yu Xiheng, finally realizing they knew nothing about his strength.

How could this ninth son of the Yu family, who had always been inconspicuous in high society, possess such means?!

Yu Xiheng still sat in his wheelchair, unmoved.

In his previous life born into an imperial family, he had no relatives due to thin blood ties.

Within the entire Yu family, the only people he cared about were Yu Tang and Yu Qishan.

As for the other members of the Yu family, he felt nothing, as he had always been a cold and ruthless person.

Feng San had broken the butler’s arm and legs.

But his condition was much better than that of the dark guards on the ground.

The butler looked at Yu Xiheng and couldn’t help but tremble, his lips quivering fiercely, “You, you…”

Yu Xiheng’s tone was cool: “Pack them up and send them back to the Yu family.”

Feng San used hemp rope to tie up the butler and the dark guards together and very thoughtfully stuffed a pair of unwashed socks from Xi Jiang into each of their mouths.

Yu Tang was very moved: “Wuwuwu, Uncle Nine, you are so good to me, how can you be so nice? Maybe I should just call you Dad!”

In a stroke of quick wit, she added another line, “I wouldn’t mind having Si Fuqing as my mom!”

Yu Xiheng half-closed his eyes, his voice faint: “Is your thesis done?”

Yu Tang: “…”

Can a thesis ever be done?

Can it?

She lost her energy in an instant, squatting down and sadly drawing circles on the ground.

Feng San cleared his throat twice: “Miss Yu Tang, Brother Nine means that you should focus on your studies without worry; he and Miss Si will take care of the rest.”

Hearing this, Yu Tang tentatively asked, “Can you also get my thesis written for me? It’s due on Thursday.”

Yu Xiheng closed his eyes, ignoring her last comment, instead, he said, “Send for two A-level evolved beings.”

“Yes.” Feng San nodded and began to make calls to his brothers.