The Amazing Son-in-Law [The Charismatic Charlie Wade] (Chinese name) Chapter: 4617

Fei Kexin looked a bit embarrassed and said, “Mr. Ye, I didn’t mean to investigate you without permission. I caught myself just in time, so I didn’t dig too deep.”

Charlie Wade smiled and replied, “I don’t blame you at all. I just think you’re very smart. When you were in Jinling, you must have learned a lot about me, including the Yu Jinghai incident.”

Fei Kexin quickly shook her head and said, “Honestly, Mr. Ye, I haven’t heard anything about Yu Jinghai. If you don’t mind, could you share what happened?”

Charlie nodded and explained, “It’s a simple story. When Yu Jinghai came to Jinling, we had a bit of a disagreement at an auction. He held a grudge against me and wanted to use his knowledge of Feng Shui to control the metaphysics world. He even planned to kill me at a conference, so I ended up killing him first.”

Fei Kexin gasped, “Is there really a way to call down lightning to kill someone? That’s unbelievable!”

Charlie chuckled and said, “It might sound unbelievable, but it’s really just using special tools to achieve certain effects. It’s all about manipulating energy at a metaphysical level.”

He continued, “Think about it this way: if you showed an airplane to someone from ancient times, they would find it amazing. But a modern middle school student can explain how it works. It’s just using fuel to create jet power and wings to generate lift. The same concept applies to metaphysics.”

Fei Kexin looked shocked and asked, “So, Yu Jinghai really does have some skills. How reliable is Yu Yiwei when he talks about this bloody disaster?”

Charlie Wade smiled and replied, “Yu Yiwei’s understanding of Taoism isn’t quite right. I believe it’s him, not me, who’s in danger today.”

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the villa, Yu Yiwei had a sinister look on his face. He pulled out a small, round bottle from his Taoist robe. The bottle was opaque, making it impossible to see what was inside.

As he carefully opened the lid, a terrible smell filled the air. Inside the bottle was foul-smelling blood. Suddenly, countless tiny worms crawled out, each with a needle-like mouth even thinner than a hair.

These were blood mosquitoes, which Yu Yiwei had raised using the blood of the dead. At a previous Metaphysics Conference, Yu Jinghai had unleashed his black mosquitoes, which caused severe infections wherever they bit. A swarm could take down even a cow in no time, leaving only a pile of rotting flesh.

However, Yu Yiwei’s blood mosquitoes were different from his father’s black mosquitoes. While Yu Jinghai’s black mosquitoes were designed to kill, Yu Yiwei’s were less lethal and posed a softer threat.