Chapter 2: The Lord of the Underworld of His Generation

"I want to go back! I want to go back! Ahhh!" Even in the Hall of Yama, Mo Han could not suppress the anguished roar that tore from his chest.

Boom!

In that instant, the Hall of Yama collapsed. The underworld’s supreme artifact, the Book of Life and Death, flew into his hands, recognizing him as its master. The Ten Lords of Yama all fell to their knees, bowing in reverence!

Mo Han’s eyes snapped open—he awoke from unconsciousness, gasping for breath.

He staggered to his feet. The figures of Li Bing and the others had long since vanished. Only a few neighbors lingered in the distance, gossiping and pointing at him.

"Xiaoxiao, don’t be afraid. Daddy’s coming to save you!"

Mo Han muttered these words and ran toward the edge of the residential complex.

Suddenly, he realized a terrifying power had awakened within him—an earth-shattering force coursed through his veins. With a single stride, he covered over three meters in an instant.

He felt light, almost as if he were flying!

"What… what is happening?" Mo Han stopped, glancing back at the distance he had just crossed. Awe and disbelief gripped him.

He closed his eyes slowly. In the depths of his mind, a mysterious power was gradually stirring, awakening.

Boom!

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes again—a glint of icy sharpness flashed within them, and his entire presence seemed transformed, becoming almost unrecognizable.

Simply by standing there, he exuded an aura so oppressive that it made others want to kneel and avert their gaze.

After several more minutes, the overwhelming force radiating from his body finally subsided.

"Tan family, you had best not have touched my daughter’s corneas—otherwise, I’ll drag your entire clan down to hell!"

Mo Han drew a deep breath, hailed a passing taxi, and headed straight for the Tan family’s estate on the outskirts of the city.

…

At that moment, within the Tan family’s country manor—

A young woman, her figure graceful and features exquisitely beautiful, dressed with seductive allure, was accompanying a young man at dinner.

The young man wore fashionable clothes and carried himself with an air of nobility, though his looks were rather ordinary. His name was Tan Xiaorong, the eldest son of the Tan family.

The Tans were real estate magnates in Qian City, wielding immense power. The young beauty was none other than Mo Han’s wife, Li An’an.

Tan Xiaorong poured a brimming glass of wine and handed it to Li An’an, smiling as he said, "Miss Li, I’m delighted you came to see me. Come, let’s toast."

Li An’an looked uneasy, her expression strained.

"Tan, I… I don’t really drink."

"It’s all right if you don’t—just drink more, and you’ll get used to it," Tan Xiaorong replied, thrusting the glass toward her without waiting for consent.

As Li An’an accepted the glass, he took the opportunity to rest his hand on her thigh.

Tan Xiaorong gazed at Li An’an's flawless face and skin—so beautiful it made even his heart tremble. He remembered that, though Li An’an had once been hailed as the most beautiful woman in Qian City, she had never possessed such soul-stirring allure as she did now.

Who could have foreseen that she would become even more breathtaking after a serious illness? Even as a married woman and mother, her radiance was undiminished, her beauty unmatched.

Li An’an shuddered involuntarily, causing wine to spill from her glass. Tan Xiaorong, however, only narrowed his eyes and looked at her with malicious intent.

"Come here," he said, patting his own thigh.

Li An’an’s face changed. "Tan, this…"

"I told you to come here. Or do you not want your daughter to be released?" Tan Xiaorong’s words carried a chilling threat. "You know, if I take your daughter’s corneas, she’ll be blind for life."

Li An’an’s heart quaked and her face went pale. Yet, for her daughter’s safety, she gritted her teeth and sat on Tan Xiaorong’s thigh.

Compared to protecting her daughter's sight, what did a little humiliation matter? Even though Tan Xiaorong was of noble birth and had seen countless women, holding Li An’an’s slender waist still made his heart race.

Truly, Li An’an was a beauty beyond compare.

"Here, drink this," Tan Xiaorong said, taking out a white pill and dropping it openly into the wine before handing it to her.

Li An’an’s hands trembled. She was no fool—she knew at once that the pill was some kind of aphrodisiac.

"Drink. Down this glass, and I’ll let your daughter go," Tan Xiaorong said with a wicked smile.

"Tan, will you… will you truly let her go?" Li An’an’s whole body was shaking.

She knew what Tan Xiaorong intended, but to protect her daughter’s eyes, she had no choice. Even if it ruined her life, she would choose her daughter.

"Don’t worry. I am the future heir of the Tan conglomerate. How could I possibly break my word?" Tan Xiaorong said with a slight smile.

Yet in his heart, he was full of scorn. The girl’s mystical eyes were something the Tan family had to possess, and they had already paid the Li family one hundred million for them. How could he possibly let the girl go?

"Very well. I trust your word," Li An’an hesitated, then nodded and slowly raised the glass to her lips.

In that instant, countless thoughts and possible outcomes flashed through her mind—even the possibility that Tan Xiaorong would break his promise.

But she truly had no choice. She could only gamble—gamble that he would keep his word.

Just as she was about to drink the drugged wine—

Boom!

The door was kicked open with a crash. A cold, imposing figure strode in.