Hearing his subordinate’s reply, Thunder God’s lips curled into a smirk.
Without another glance at his underlings, he turned his attention to Ma Hongxin.
“Mr. Ma, we’ve given you plenty of time. Why are you still refusing to become our ‘sponsor’?”
Lying on the floor of his own home, his face bruised and his lips bleeding from severe injuries, Ma Hongxin quickly lifted his head and replied:
“I’m not refusing—it’s just that you’re asking for two billion! Even if I emptied my entire fortune, I couldn’t scrape that together!”
Thunder God, his face twisted in a lecherous grin, burst into laughter as if he’d just heard a joke.
“Mr. Ma, spare me the poor-mouthing. Everyone knows how profitable your businesses are. You’d better cough up that two billion soon, or else I won’t be so polite.”
“But I really can’t get two billion! At most, I can gather five hundred million right now!”
“Seems like you’ve got no sincerity at all, Mr. Ma. In that case, I’ll just have to send you to the afterlife.”
As he spoke, sparks of electricity crackled across Thunder God’s body. He raised his hand, ready to reduce Ma Hongxin to ashes with his supernatural power.
Realizing that Thunder God’s impossible demand was never about money—it was about taking his life—Ma Hongxin closed his eyes and waited for death.
Meanwhile, Ma Fangfang, who had been hiding under a table at her father’s signal since the attack began, heard the commotion and knew her dad was in danger.
No longer willing to wait quietly for Yan Qi’s arrival, she scrambled out from under the table and shouted at Thunder God:
“You monster! Stop right now! Don’t you dare hurt my dad!”
Startled by the sudden voice, Thunder God paused mid-motion. A flicker of surprise crossed his face.
“So, this little girl’s your daughter?”
Ma Hongxin, who had already resigned himself to death, turned toward Ma Fangfang’s voice, his expression furious.
“Fangfang! Why didn’t you listen to me and stay hidden?! What are you doing out here?!”
Ignoring her father’s scolding, Ma Fangfang—just fourteen years old—faced Thunder God, her heart pounding. The sight of the leering man crackling with electricity terrified her.
But then she remembered: she’d already messaged Yan Qi through their private chat app, telling her about the attack.
She’ll come. She has to.
Bolstered by that thought, Ma Fangfang lifted her chin and glared at Thunder God.
“Let my dad go! When Sis Diva gets here, she’ll make you regret this!”
Thunder God’s smirk faltered.
For the first time since gaining his powers, someone—a child, no less—was staring him down without fear. The sheer audacity of it made his blood boil.
With a cold snort, he signaled to one of his subordinates.
The man, well-versed in Thunder God’s methods, rolled up his sleeves and strode toward Ma Fangfang.
“Fangfang!!”
Ma Hongxin’s voice tore through the air as he realized what was about to happen.
“Stop screaming. You’ll be reunited with your daughter soon enough,” Thunder God sneered, turning back to Ma Hongxin.
He raised his hand again, ready to finish the job—
—when suddenly, every light in the mansion’s grand hall flickered out.
Darkness swallowed the room.
What the—?
Before Thunder God’s eyes could adjust, a bloodcurdling shriek erupted from behind him.
His subordinate’s scream.
Shit.
Abandoning Ma Hongxin, Thunder God whirled around—
—just in time to see a fist, no larger than a steamed bun, hurtling toward his face.
Wha—?!
CRACK.
The punch connected with brutal force, sending Thunder God flying backward. He slammed into the far wall with enough impact to leave a crater before crumpling to the ground.
With the most dangerous threat neutralized, the attacker didn’t stop.
Moving like a blur, they targeted the remaining invaders—
—and within seconds, the only sounds left in the hall were ragged breaths.
As the mysterious figure stepped beside Ma Fangfang, the lights flickered back on, revealing a petite girl with twin azure ponytails.
“Mr. Ma, are you alright?”
Yan Qi—now fully transformed into the Empress of Dao Yan—brushed off her hands casually, her expression cool as she surveyed the scene. The entire group of One-Star supernaturals had been subdued in moments.
Ma Hongxin, still sprawled on the floor, could only stare in stunned silence.