Free Web NovelChapter 1089: Chapter 1089: The Value of a Hostage
Just as Delacuri left, Pei Yan was about to chop off Radu’s other ear with a gesture of his hand. He closed the space rift and left without saying a word. Pei Yan was unsure if the other party would accept his trade conditions. If Delacuri didn’t accept, Pei Yan wouldn’t hesitate to make his words a reality.
Grabbing Radu, the group returned to Yirong Pavilion, leaving a number of Immortal Palace Stewards outside to guard the entrance. Pei Yan dragged Radu inside the courtyard and threw him in front of Depeo. When Depeo saw the family heir who was barely breathing, he closed his eyes in despair with a long sigh. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Temporarily ignoring these fallen nobles, Pei Yan noticed that Ye Ruozai, who had remained at the arena, had also returned to the base. Pei Yan casually asked while forming a long blade in his hand, "How was the arena? What about Gu Chu?"
"Don’t worry, Gu Chu was escorted back by specialized personnel sent by the hall. The Immortal Palace directly opened a space passage leading to the investigation hall, so there won’t be any issues. Elder Lin is handling the scene and everyone is waiting for your return! Don’t forget, you are the unquestionable champion."
Listening to Ye Ruozai’s words, Pei Yan nodded without immediately deciding whether to return. Ye Ruozai didn’t urge him, watching as he turned and walked toward the crowd of investigation hall agents with the long blade in hand.
Seeing the murderous Pei Yan approaching him, Wu Xiuping in the crowd turned pale with fear, looking around for help. Only then did he realize the people around had already consciously made way, the investigation hall members looking at him with disdain and ridicule, while his former subordinates avoided him like the plague.
"Pei Yan, I, I’ve already surrendered! You can’t go back on your word! You promised not to kill us and to let us face trial! I haven’t committed any grave crimes in the cornerstone realm! You can’t break your promise!" Wu Xiuping screamed in a voice that was close to a wail, pleading to Pei Yan with tears.
"You know, although I never cared about you people’s lives or deaths, since I made a promise in front of so many people, I will keep it. The offenses you committed will be reviewed, and whether you are imprisoned or executed is none of my concern! What I want to settle with you now is what you did earlier!" Pei Yan said as he pointed behind him to an agent who was waking up under Pei Jin’s care, his injuries having stabilized. Pei Yan coldly said, "You can’t possibly have forgotten what you did just now, right?"
"I, I, I just..." Recalling the scene where he pushed someone out to escape Cai Peishen’s blood mist, Wu Xiuping broke into a cold sweat, momentarily speechless and unsure of how to respond.
"If a man doesn’t look out for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him! It’s natural to do anything to survive! But it’s also natural to bear the responsibility and revenge for the consequences that arise from your actions! I am fair in my dealings. If he had died, you and your subordinates would have paid with your lives. You should be thankful he was only injured, so you got to keep your lives."
Many agents around laughed at Pei Yan’s unreasonable words, while Wu Xiuping, lying on the ground, neither dared to refute nor had the heart to do so. He questioned why they’d all pay with their lives if one person died, but upon hearing that they could live, he immediately relaxed.
"Ah~!" With a swing of the blade, Wu Xiuping let out a miserable scream as his entire right arm was severed and fell to the ground.
"Stop howling! Your noise annoys me! I need to ask someone else some questions now!"
After these words, Wu Xiuping bit his lip and forced himself to endure the intense pain in his shoulder. Only then did the investigation hall agents step forward to stop the bleeding and treat his wound while reinforcing the restraints on him.
Having dealt with Wu Xiuping, Pei Yan returned to the center of the venue, surveyed the surroundings, and beckoned a nearby agent to bring over a chair. Moments later, he collapsed into the Grandmaster Chair brought by his colleague, his face revealing unmistakable exhaustion.
"Are you okay?" Pei Jin stepped forward with concern.
"I’m fine, just a bit tired! Once everything here is sorted out, a few days of rest will do." Pei Yan finished speaking and nodded towards Depeo on the ground. Zheng Jia Ru, understanding his meaning, stepped forward and grabbed Depeo’s arms, hoisting him up.
"How many sons does your patriarch have?" Pei Yan realized he had never asked Little Vlad this crucial question before, so he asked now.
"If you’re asking about heirs inheriting family authority, there are three. I assume this is the answer you’re interested in, right?" Depeo knew he couldn’t conceal this information, and it wasn’t exactly a secret, so he answered straightforwardly. freёwebnoѵel.com
"What? These two have another brother?" Pei Yan was troubled by this answer. Another meant Delacuri still had a choice, and he couldn’t possibly search the world to find his last son.
"You needn’t worry about Cai Peishen’s elder brother. The eldest of the three brothers, Mircea, was ambushed and left disabled during a battle with the Lord, who was still a Duke. Even the Supreme couldn’t reverse the injury. He is confined to bed permanently and can no longer advance in power or inherit the family business." After explaining this, Depeo felt bitter. In terms of inheritor qualifications, the eldest son Mircea was undoubtedly the most suitable: calm, efficient, and decisive. But because of the old patriarch’s mistake in his youth, Mircea was ambushed by enemies and has since sunk into oblivion. It was due to this event that Delacuri launched centuries-long relentless revenge against his enemies, earning the Vlad Clan a notorious reputation that deterred others. And due to his guilt towards his wife, he overly doted on his two younger sons, fostering their arrogance.
"Oh? So that’s how it is. But doesn’t Delacuri have other offspring? Like children from lovers or something?" Pei Yan shrugged, gossipily asking.
"Before she passed, the Madame only left behind four children: three sons and one daughter. Our Blood Race doesn’t have a tradition of female inheritance. Even if you kill Cai Peishen and Radu, illegitimate children born of disreputable backgrounds can’t inherit the family estate. If indeed all inheritors died, the Prince might consider marrying another noblewoman from the Blood Race, and only their offspring would have inheritance rights."
"So this Cai Peishen and...?"
"No, so far none of the family’s three young lords has a son, only two daughters. Is this what you wanted to ask?" Depeo, having guessed what Pei Yan wanted to know, preemptively provided the answer.
Having received the answers he wanted, Pei Yan nodded satisfactorily, smiling at his companions around him, "Looks like our luck isn’t too bad. These two rascals might be useful after all! We must hurry to complete this deal before Old Vlad decides to renew his life and give them an additional younger brother."
