"Don't, don't, don't..." Zhao Qin stammered in fear. With nowhere to retreat, the maid he was holding had fainted. He watched as Wu Chunzhe advanced step by step with a dagger in his hand.
Water dripped from the mattress onto the floor. Wu Chunzhe stopped in disgust.
Zhao Qin had pissed himself out of fear.
"Disgusting," Wu Chunzhe murmured with extreme revulsion. He tightened his grip on the dagger. "Even the King of Hell won't take this bastard when he dies." He rushed forward. The sharp dagger was about to pierce through Zhao Qin's throat over the woman's skin.
In the blink of an eye, there was a crisp sound, and the dagger broke into two pieces.
Zhao Qin escaped death by a hair. Stunned on the couch, he gasped for breath. Looking at Wu Qing who suddenly appeared as if he were a savior, he pleaded, "Save me, Wu Qing. Kill this scoundrel for me. I'll give you whatever you want."
Wu Chunzhe looked at Wu Qing. He was stunned for a moment at first, then glared angrily and said, "He hurt Liu Yushu. How could you still save him?! It seems you're no good either. Liu Yushu really misjudged you." He thought Wu Qing was in the same group as Zhao Qin, a hired killer from the martial world.
Wu Chunzhe recognized Wu Qing at a glance.
Even though there were no longer the dark spots on Wu Qing's face, he could still recognize him. Wu Qing's clear - yet - extremely - cold eyes showed that he loved the same woman.
He could tell that Wu Qing had deep feelings for Liu Yushu, even deeper than his own. This made Wu Chunzhe feel resentful.
Liu Yushu and Wu Qing were in love with each other. Thinking of this, Wu Chunzhe felt his eyes sour. He gritted his teeth harder, and a bitter taste filled his mouth.
"Die. You should die too," Wu Chunzhe shouted as he punched towards Wu Qing, but Wu Qing dodged nimbly.
Wu Qing stood on the high beam, looking down at Wu Chunzhe with a cold and haughty expression. He looked like a winner.
Wu Qing moved his lips. "You can't kill me," he said, with a provocative curl of his lips. "But if I want to, you'll surely die." His tone was full of mockery and provocation.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you have the guts, kill me," Wu Chunzhe picked up the teapot on the table and threw it at Wu Qing, which was kicked to pieces by Wu Qing.
Wu Chunzhe clenched his fists in disbelief. There was lime powder mixed with poison hidden in his sleeve. He had already put one hand into his sleeve, ready to take it out and attack Wu Qing secretly.
Jealousy had burned away Wu Chunzhe's rationality. He had the intention to kill Wu Qing.
As a martial arts master, Wu Qing saw through what Wu Chunzhe was about to do at a glance. With Wu Chunzhe's skills, he couldn't hurt him at all.
Finally, Wu Chunzhe calmed down. He gave up the idea of attacking Wu Qing secretly. Staring at Wu Qing, he questioned, "What are you doing here? If you're here to protect this scumbag, I'll fight to the death and kill you."
He knew that if he hurt Wu Qing, Liu Yushu would be sad. He didn't want to make Liu Yushu sad.
Wu Qing's expression was cold. "I'm not interested in your life," he said. Then he looked at Zhao Qin. While the two were fighting, Zhao Qin had secretly crawled away and was already near the door.
"Don't worry. I won't let this brute off," Wu Qing said as he flew to the door, grabbed Zhao Qin, and left.
Seeing this, Wu Chunzhe left reluctantly.
On the way, Zhao Qin kept begging for mercy. "Where are you taking me? Let me go!"
Wu Qing didn't answer. Soon he took Zhao Qin to an uninhabited cave. It was desolate and silent. No matter how much Zhao Qin shouted, there was no response, only his own echo.
There was a flickering fire in the cave. Zhao Qin saw the roaring fire in the huge copper furnace. He stepped back in fear, his legs so weak that he leaned against the wall. When he touched the various knives, forks, and clubs hanging on the wall, he shivered and fell to the ground.
He knew that he would surely be in big trouble in Wu Qing's hands. Not daring to confront Wu Qing head - on, he could only kneel on the ground and kowtow desperately. "I was too arrogant to you before. It was my fault. Please forgive me. I'll give you whatever amount of money you want. Just spare my life."
Zhao Qin didn't know that Wu Qing was deeply in love with Liu Yushu. He didn't even know why he had offended Wu Qing.
Wu Qing ignored Zhao Qin as if he were air. He walked to the wall, took down an iron rod with a square iron plate at the front, and threw it into the fire. Soon it became red - hot.
Steam was constantly rising from the arrangement beside the iron furnace. It was a red - hot iron plate.
Wu Qing walked towards Zhao Qin with a dark face. Zhao Qin kept bowing and begging. "Let me go, spare me... Ah! Ah——!"
Zhao Qin suddenly let out a heart - rending scream. His painful cries echoed in the cave. He covered his face with both hands, and blood was flowing from his face. Two eyeballs fell to the ground.
Wu Qing had gouged out Zhao Qin's eyes because Zhao Qin had coveted and spied on Liu Yushu.
This was just the beginning.
Zhao Qin fell to the ground sobbing with blood all over his face. The red - hot branding iron slowly approached him. He curled up his body. Wu Qing kicked him mercilessly and stepped on his shoulder, forcing him to lie flat on the ground.
"Ah——" A more shrill scream echoed in the cave. The red - hot branding iron was pressed hard on Zhao Qin's private parts. The skin was immediately scorched, giving off a pungent smell of burning. Wu Qing slowly increased the pressure and gradually cut open Zhao Qin's private parts until he cut them off.
Zhao Qin was in so much pain that he fainted. A basin of water was suddenly splashed on his face, waking him up from the pain. Obviously, Wu Qing didn't intend to let him off easily.
Since Zhao Qin had hurt Liu Yushu, Wu Qing wanted Zhao Qin to suffer and wish he were dead.
He grabbed Zhao Qin's neck with such force that Zhao Qin felt suffocated. His face turned red, and his feet left the ground. Then there was a loud noise as Zhao Qin's head hit the steaming iron plate.
Zhao Qin was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. His saliva dripped onto the iron plate, making a sizzling sound. Wu Qing pressed his face against the hot iron plate again and again until Zhao Qin's face was burned beyond recognition and bloody.
After severing Zhao Qin's hand and foot tendons, Wu Qing poisoned him to make him mute and cut his tongue into several pieces with scissors, just like a snake's forked tongue.
The now - useless Zhao Qin was thrown back to the Minister's Mansion by Wu Qing. He was covered in blood and lying on the ground dying, not even having the ability to commit suicide.
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When dawn was approaching, Liu Yushu fell asleep with tears in her eyes. In her dream, she dreamed that Wu Qing had come back and was smiling at her tenderly.
"Wu Qing, don't leave. Come back..." Liu Yushu murmured tearfully in her sleep.
"Don't worry. I won't leave. I'll always be with you," Wu Qing leaned down and gently kissed Liu Yushu's smooth forehead.