Chapter 47: Throw Them Out

“This was you who made the first move!” A cold glint flashed in Wei Zi’s eyes as she strode forward, activating her Mystic Core to unleash a powerful wave of mystical energy.

A layer of biting ice formed.

Within ten meters around Wei Zi, the air currents surged and crystallized into ice, the bone-chilling cold causing Wei Qing’s body to tremble, making her forget how to channel her mystical arts.

“Smack!” Wei Zi struck Wei Qing fiercely across the face.

Not only that, but her nails, coated with frost and sharper than knives, instantly carved five bloody scratches across Wei Qing’s cheek.

Of course, Wei Zi’s mystical power was still low, so these disfiguring marks could be treated through medical means. This was unlike the disfigurement inflicted by Xing Haotian, which had damaged the Mystic Core and altered her genes, rendering even the most advanced medical techniques useless. Otherwise, Xing Haotian wouldn’t have withheld treatment from her.

Though the marks would not last forever, leaving such scars on Wei Qing’s face was not only a slap in return for Wei Dongming’s blow but also a taste of disfigurement for her.

This was her revenge!

Wei Qing was completely stunned by the slap—Wei Zi’s movements were too fast. How could a newly awakened Mystic Core user possess such speed? Moreover, Wei Zi’s slap, combined with her ice power, delivered at least 200 points of attack force.

Had this slap landed on He Xiaohe or Wei Xuan, it might have caused a concussion.

However, Wei Qing was a Mystic Artist, the strongest earth-element defender among them. This slap, at most, merely stunned her and was not lethal.

Even so, it took Wei Qing a long time to regain consciousness. She felt as if her face was frozen and numb with pain. When she touched it, she found it was bleeding, and her cheek had become uneven and pocked.

“Ah!!! How dare you hit my face! How dare you hit my face!!!” Wei Qing, like a cat with its fur on end, lost all reason and could hardly think of activating her mystical arts. Her ability was mediocre at best, and using her power now would only backfire.

She bared her claws and tried to lunge forward to grab Wei Zi’s face.

“This is exactly what I hit—your face!” Wei Zi sneered, seizing Wei Qing’s arm and then slapping the other half of her face with a sharp smack.

“Enforcer, she used mystical powers! She’s attacking us! Enforcer, you can’t just stand by and let this happen!” He Xiaohe screamed loudly, trembling with fear.

The enforcer stood nearby, watching coldly with some impatience. “What are you yelling about? She didn’t use mystical arts on you. Both of you are Mystic Artists fighting—what’s our business in it?”

At this point, seeing Wei Zi dragging Wei Qing around ruthlessly, someone could no longer bear it.

“Wei Zi, go to hell!” Wei Xuan screamed, grabbing a bottle from the floor and hurling it at Wei Zi’s head.

Wei Zi, controlling Wei Qing in front of her, swiftly lifted her foot and kicked Wei Xuan in the waist, sending her flying five to six meters away.

He Xiaohe tried to step forward to attack Wei Zi but, after seeing Wei Xuan kicked away, her legs weakened, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling with fright. She finally realized that Wei Zi was no longer the one she could casually torment, scold, and abuse. Wei Zi had become a Mystic Artist, and one even stronger than Wei Qing.

“Enforcer, I was forced to fight back just now. That ordinary person was too violent and dangerous. I hope you will throw both of them out!” Wei Zi said coldly, a flash of vengeful satisfaction in her eyes.

“No problem!” said the enforcer. Four of them approached, grabbed He Xiaohe and the badly injured Wei Xuan—whose internal organs were displaced from the kick—and dragged them out of the house.

“Throw her out too!” Wei Zi released the unconscious Wei Qing with a cold sneer.

Looking at the miserable Wei Qing, Wei Zi felt determined to become even stronger.

Stronger, so she would never be surpassed, so she could exact revenge, and so she could change her fate.

With the enforcers’ help, Wei Zi changed the locks on the villa’s main door, erasing all traces of Wei Dongming and the other four men.

Then, workers from the moving company who had come with Wei Zi swept through every room.

She remembered everything about this home, including the tasteless, disgusting items He Xiaohe had added—she recognized them all!

“Take this out, no need to be gentle!”

“Take that too!”

“And this!”

“None of the clothes they wore should be left behind!”

Wei Zi directed the workers to throw all of He Xiaohe’s belongings outside.

Especially the jewelry—most of He Xiaohe’s jewelry actually belonged to Wei Zi’s mother because only those were the most valuable. Wei Dongming was too stingy to have bought many things for He Xiaohe himself.

Of course, He Xiaohe hadn’t added much, but the clothes and shoes thrown out were numerous, mercilessly tossed outside the gate, some dragged until tattered. Some jade pieces of jewelry were even broken.

Some workers secretly kept a few items, but Wei Zi turned a blind eye, choosing not to notice.

“Hey, hey, be careful! Don’t throw that! Please, stop throwing!” He Xiaohe cried out.

Heartbroken, she could only wail as the piled-up clothes resembled a mountain of trash. Both her daughters cried out in pain, but He Xiaohe remained unmoved.

“Mom, stop crying. Don’t worry about the stuff. Just take me to the hospital!” Wei Xuan said, her face pale.

Meanwhile, Wei Qing had already lost consciousness.

At this moment, He Xiaohe cared little about Wei Xuan’s condition. The items thrown out, along with her bank cards and jewelry, were now her greatest support.

Seeing He Xiaohe’s uselessness, Wei Xuan gave up trying to rely on her and opened her communicator to contact one of her many admirers. None were boyfriends—she had many suitors, none officially accepted, but none had been rejected either. They maintained relationships as pursuers.

Soon, one of her suitors arrived, angrily blaming Wei Zi. But seeing the enforcers at the villa’s entrance, he didn’t dare to confront her. Instead, he helped Wei Xuan and Wei Qing into a car and rushed them to the hospital.

After about an hour, Wei Zi had thoroughly cleaned out the villa.

She looked utterly exhausted, her expression heavy with fatigue.

“Miss Wei Zi, unless you need anything else, we will leave now. The woman at the door will be leaving as well,” the enforcers said.

“Thank you. You’ve been a great help today!” Wei Zi said gratefully. She didn’t pay the enforcers because she had no money, but she trusted Xing Haotian would take care of it.