Chapter 118: Surrendering to Evil Like a Collapsing Mountain

Ling Wu's pupils flickered, a buzzing sound ringing in his ears. When Jin Shaoyu let go of the steering wheel and threw himself over to protect him, his mind went blank. He felt as if he could hear the sound of the world falling apart. The seven emotions—joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, and shock—were stripped away, transforming into a sense of helplessness, abandonment, and deep self-reproach...

The car crashed instantly into the Abandoned Factory.

"Bang!"

The intense impact left Ling Wu's vision blurred.

When both sight and hearing were shut off, the sense of touch became particularly acute. Ling Wu felt a dampness on his shoulder and neck, but how could it be raining inside the car?

It was the tears Jin Shaoyu had shed. Then, a torrential downpour followed; what splashed onto his face was Jin Shaoyu's blood. The vibrant colors of the world were replaced by the red of blood.

Blood from Ling Wu's forehead, brow bone, and nose tip... dripped down, staining his fair side profile red. He was devastated: "Shao Yu... Shao Yu, wake up, please wake up. It's all my fault, I beg you."

"Open your eyes and look at me..."

He muttered as if possessed, completely forgetting to think, his eyes turning red: "I am going to... kill them."

"Kill them!"

Ling Wu lost his reason in that moment, his shoulders trembling. The dull pain in his heart felt like a sharp blade churning inside, hurting so much he couldn't catch his breath.

【Male supporting character, wake up! Jin Shaoyu is the protagonist, he isn't dead yet!】

【Jin Shaoyu isn't dead!】

【He isn't dead!】

【Who is it! Who is it! Who on earth wants to harm you two! I'll take a 10,000-meter machete and finish them off!】

Outside, there were several more sounds of cars parking, followed by people stepping out and slamming the car doors shut.

"Hey, go see if they're dead yet?"

"They must be dead... even if they didn't die from a crash like that, they should be crippled."

"We're just doing this for money. It would have been over if we'd just hit them directly. These two bastards actually dared to break through the guardrail; how unlucky!"

"You go over and take a look. If they're dead, take two photos so we can turn in the job."

Several middle-aged men in leather jackets carried Steel Pipes and walked toward the Abandoned Factory. The leader had a handlebar mustache, prominent cheekbones, and eyebrows that looked like they had been drawn with a calligraphy brush dipped in ink—thick and black. The whole man looked fierce and menacing.

Just as they walked over, they saw the car door open, and a blood-covered person stumbled out.

【It's over. The Cannon Fodder male supporting character is truly a Cannon Fodder... I feel like he's about to go offline.】

【I have a plan. Can the male supporting character play dead and escape this disaster? It's a pity he got out of the car.】

【Don't die, male supporting character!】

【Enough, I'm truly heartbroken. A Cannon Fodder like him, without a Protagonist Halo—if Jin Shaoyu hadn't protected him just now, he might have died on the spot. Now that he's run into this bunch of vicious people, how could he possibly survive!】

【Author, I'm going to the kitchen to get you some money...】

【I really love the male supporting character. He's the ceiling of character design for the whole comic.】

【Ling Wu, my wife, just wait, I'll buy you a Resurrection Armor and a Blade of the Exile!】

The criminal gang stared at Ling Wu.

The youth before them was thin and dressed simply in a shirt and black trousers. Blood slid down his skin, creating a sense of pure, shocking fragility. Even standing in front of the dilapidated Abandoned Factory, it couldn't hide his noble appearance and cold, indifferent air. His gaze was sharp as a blade, and his cold aura became biting...

"Boss, he's not dead yet!"

The man who spoke was kicked: "No shit, I can see that!"

Among the criminal gang, someone licked their lower lip and looked at Ling Wu's beautiful face, saying: "Boss, since we have to kill him anyway... why not let the brothers have some fun first, how about it?"

"Hehe, exactly!"

"Damn, this is the first time I've seen a man look like this. His skin is whiter than a woman's, with a thin waist and long legs—wouldn't it be a blast?"

【Disgusting! I'll cut off your junk!】

【Get away!】

【Run, male supporting character!】

【What is going on? Why isn't the male supporting character running?】

【I give up. Whoever said earlier that the male supporting character had good design, he's stupid as hell. If he doesn't run now, is he waiting to be caught and violated?】

Ling Wu's five fingers, resting by the seams of his trousers, trembled. His knuckles turned white. The frequency of the trembling was quite high; it didn't look like it was triggered by emotional agitation or fear, but rather like a symptom of some illness...

Trembling uncontrollably, he took a Cigarette Case from his pocket, opened it with shaking hands, and pulled out a cigarette, holding it in his mouth. With one hand, he pulled out a lighter and crooked his finger at the man looking at him with a lewd expression: "Come here, help me light my cigarette."

"I'll play with you."

What this "play" meant was self-evident to the ears of the criminal gang.

It was nothing more than Ling Wu knowing he couldn't escape and wanting to use his body to trade for them letting him go.

【What does the male supporting character mean? Knowing he can't run, he wants to smoke a cigarette to enjoy himself first?】

【Such a huge contrast. I never expected a cold beauty like the male supporting character to smoke.】

【So cool.】

【Can the male supporting character stop acting crazy for a second?】

【Is the male supporting character sick?】

【What on earth is he doing!】

【I give up.】

The man leaned in, obsessively looking at Ling Wu's beautiful side profile, and cupped his hands around the lighter to ignite it. The youth, with the cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head toward the flame. The hazy white smoke instantly blurred Ling Wu's eyes, making him gradually... gradually become clear-headed and calm.

"Xiaosi, what are you standing there for? Strip him!"

"Hahaha."

The man called Xiaosi reached out his hand, and a cold light was drawn, carving a beautiful arc that swept past Ling Wu's brows and eyes. Before that ugly hand could touch him, warm blood splashed onto Ling Wu's white shirt.

Ling Wu's weary, pale lips curled slightly.

The youth's original cold temperament became perverse. His knobby, distinct fingers gripped a long knife, which he drove fiercely into Xiaosi's body. Staring at the man's painful expression, he held the cigarette between two fingers, laughed wantonly, and asked him: "Is it fun?"

"Ugh..."

Xiaosi stared at him with resentment: "You... you..."

Ling Wu grew annoyed, exerted force in his wrist to pull out the long blade, raised his leg, and kicked Xiaosi in the abdomen; blood splattered, the formidable force sent the person flying several meters, landing with a dull thud, eyes wide open in death.

He used his fingertip to wipe away the blood splashed onto his lips: "What a pity... you only get to play once in this lifetime."

【Holy crap! What just happened!】

【This person just died?】

【Awesome!】

【666】

【Did I see that right just now, the supporting male character pulled a Soft Blade out of a black waist-cinching style scabbard?】

【So handsome, so handsome, so handsome... Wifey, no! Hubby! Hubby, hubby, I love you, I want to have 108 babies for you, I could eat up this 'black-bellied cold beauty' trope for a lifetime!】

【He counter-killed! Ahhhhh!】

【Everyone who said the supporting male character was stupid earlier, get out here!】

Ling Wu held the cigarette between two slender fingers of his left hand to his lips, his two crimson lips gripping the white cigarette body; he took a drag, his expression growing increasingly cold and detached, a mocking smile hanging at the corners of his mouth, full of gloom: "You probably don't know, I don't count as a good person in the traditional sense, and my temper isn't good either; I kill people and I also save people..."

"It is only a pity that following good is like climbing a mountain, while following evil is like a landslide."

He looked up at the sky.

People have a thousand faces, and hearts have a thousand changes.

Mom, it is hard to be a good person...

Doing good and accumulating virtue is hard to save one's own kin, the gods and buddhas of the heavens find it hard to reward good and punish evil; he struggled and screamed... when the scales of justice and righteousness tilt, when kindness is destined to sink in this era full of decay and sludge!

Then Ling Wu shall follow evil like a landslide!