Chapter 4: The Fastest-Killed Villain in History

Chapter 4: The Fastest-Wrapped Villain in History

After the morning court,

Yun Ran quickly headed toward the side hall.

Behind her, Eunuch Huang, his eyes dark with malice, followed at a leisurely pace.

The moment Yun Ran stepped inside, Eunuch Huang immediately raised his voice in that snide, sarcastic tone,

"Your Majesty, you should return to your chambers to rest. You shouldn't be wandering around."

Oh? So you're my watchdog, huh? Showing off your power?

Yun Ran spun around and snatched the sharp scissors off the table.

"I've put up with you long enough, you old bastard!"

She grabbed the old eunuch by the collar with one hand and jammed the scissors into his neck with the other.

"Shhk!"

Blood sprayed everywhere!

"You—you!"

Eunuch Huang stared at the emperor in terror. His eyes were like knives, veins popping on his forehead, a sinister grin curling at his lips—a face straight out of a nightmare!

The kind of face that'd haunt your nightmares for a month.

Too bad he wouldn't live to have those nightmares.

A few seconds later, Yun Ran sighed, released his collar, folded one arm behind her back, and sneered,

"You can go back to Mars now. Earth is too dangerous."

The shock was still frozen on Huang Fushun's face when he dropped dead.

Stone cold.

Yun Ran pulled out the scissors and, expressionless, grabbed the not-yet-stiff Eunuch Huang and tossed him into the adjacent washroom.

Before throwing him, she wiped her bloody hands on his clothes over and over until they were spotless. Only then was she satisfied.

What a passive-aggressive piece of trash.

As Yun Ran stepped out, she saw the Prince Regent standing with his hands behind his back, asking in an icy voice, "Nephew seems upset. Did your imperial uncle do something wrong?"

Yun Ran didn't answer. Instead, she approached with a fierce, almost crazed look and said with theatrical passion,

"Imperial Uncle, once, I had real power right in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. Only after losing it did I regret it. Nothing in this world hurts more than that."

Yun Ran was even putting on that crazy, squeaky baby-voice of modern superstar Shuangzi.

Dan Yanzhi was startled. His mouth twitched as he tried to step back, but Yun Ran blocked his retreat, not giving a damn about his mental state, and continued with her face twisted in madness,

"If heaven gave me another chance, I'd hold on tight. And if I had to set a time limit on this power, I'd want it to be ten thousand years!"

"What?"

Even Dan Yanzhi, who never showed emotion, lost his composure. He turned his head, unable to believe his ears.

Ten thousand years?

He opened his mouth to yell, "Have you lost your mind?!"

But before he could, Yun Ran lunged forward in one swift move and grabbed his neck with both hands!

She then hoisted him into the air and slammed him to the ground, straddling him directly, her knee pressing hard into his crotch!

Keep in mind, Dan Yanzhi was a big, heavyset man—over six feet tall and weighing at least two hundred pounds.

Yun Ran picked him up with one hand and slammed him to the floor.

When she sat on him, Dan Yanzhi felt like an iron barrel had landed on him. Pain shot through him, and he could barely breathe.

"I don't care what kind of person you were before, but in a moment, you'll become a corpse missing a certain organ. Who the hell do you think you are, trying to rule from behind the scenes with me?"

"Ha!"

Gasping for air, Dan Yanzhi broke into a cold sweat, his face bright red, breathing out more than he breathed in.

"Dan Junlin, you—you bastard! I'm your imperial uncle!"

He really hadn't seen this coming from Yun Ran.

After all, he carried no weapons and looked completely helpless—that was why he'd never taken her seriously.

At this moment, Dan Yanzhi was kicking himself, vowing that once he recovered, he would kill her.

Yun Ran couldn't care less.

I don't care who you are—anyone in my way dies, period.

Come on—when you know someone's the villain, you don't spare them. What, keep them around for the New Year?

Screw the historian's records, screw the court officials' protests, screw public opinion—

I, Yun Ran, am not some ancient person, so I naturally don't care about reputation.

All I know is that I'm the emperor, damn it.

If I have this status and still live like a coward, that would be a disgrace to every Chinese person!

Anyone who stands in my way dies!

Yun Ran's eyes narrowed, her fingers clenched, and her knee pressed down harder.

Dan Yanzhi actually knew martial arts.

But the excruciating pain in his groin had completely destroyed his will to fight.

Yun Ran's knee had been specially trained for attacking the lower region, like the legendary iron-crotch kung fu.

This tactic was absolutely devastating even by spy standards...

When that knee came down, it was like a sledgehammer.

Any normal guy would fold in a second.

Moreover, Yun Ran's current body was that of a man standing six feet tall.

He was completely drained of strength.

"Dan Junlin, I'll f*ck your whole family!"

His face was flushed red as he forced these words through clenched teeth.

"Hey? My whole family's already six feet under! You're about to join 'em soon, HAHAHAHA! Go ahead, I've never heard such a ridiculous request in my life."

Yun Ran's shameless remark made Dan Yanzhi's blood pressure skyrocket, so hard he rolled his eyes back.

*Trying to mess with me.*

Yun Ran pressed down harder, while Dan Yanzhi struggled desperately, his palms turning red from the pressure.

He didn't notice Yun Ran slowly shifting his position.

Outside the door, a palace maid's cold voice sounded.

"Your Highness, it's past the Mao hour."

It was the voice of Xiao Lianhua, Dan Yanzhi's personal maid.

Yun Ran replied.

"Bring me a bottle of hard liquor."

There was a moment of silence outside, then a response came.

"As you command."

Sensing the woman had left, Yun Ran suddenly let go with one hand.

"Now's my chance!"

Dan Yanzhi, face flushed, gasping for breath, his eyes blazing with malice, lunged, one hand clawing fiercely at Yun Ran's throat. But unexpectedly—

"Pfft!"

It was the same pair of scissors, with Eunuch Huang's bloodstains still on them.

The blade, buried deep in his throat, left him speechless.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Yun Ran.

Before he could counterattack again,

Yun Ran yanked the scissors out and stabbed him again and again in the neck and chest, a dozen times or more!

"Ah!

Ah!!

Ah!!!"

"You... you!"

Dan Yanzhi's eyes were bulging with rage.

Soon, blood was pooling on the floor.

No challenge at all!

Yun Ran clicked his tongue in disgust and decisively finished him off with one last thrust of the scissors.

After he finally breathed his last, Dan Yanzhi still lay there, eyes wide open, his face a mask of utter unwillingness.

Yun Ran couldn't stand that expression, so he stomped on his face.

A size 44 shoe print was stamped on his face.

Yun Ran was about to leave, but as if remembering something, he dragged Eunuch Huang from next door over and stacked the two bodies on top of each other.

He found the lamp oil and poured it over both bodies.

Then he picked up a fire starter and lit the blaze.

The dead must be reduced to ashes.

That way, there would be no tricks of Miaojiang sorcerers, resurrection, or possession by spirits.

No matter what mysticism, theology, or gu worms you've got,

In my hands, none of you will survive.

Yun Ran always remembered all the principles of a top-tier agent.

A person must be burned to ashes to confirm the mission is complete.