Chapter 228: Buried at Sea

Jin Liangjin reminded him like a kind father: "Ling Wu, I have a Positioning Chip in my body. In a few hours, my people will be able to find my location."

"You cannot run."

A genuine smile appeared on Ling Wu's face, made to look manic by the shimmering water: "Run?"

"I have done nothing wrong, why would I run?"

"I have already reached the end of the book that is my life."

It only took 22 years.

How pathetic and lamentable.

Jin Liangjin knew he wanted to perish together with him: "Stupid."

From beginning to end, Ling Wu never deliberately schemed against Jin Liangjin, nor did he ever reveal his thoughts to him, because Ling Wu knew that Jin Liangjin was too clever and deeply suspicious; any slight disturbance would not escape his eyes.

Thus, the cooperation and research Ling Wu proposed were all sincere and earnest. Jin Liangjin held the lifeline of Jin Shaoyu, standing high above and looking down with detachment, occupying the upper hand. He was confident and conceited, and on a certain level, he underestimated Ling Wu, who had always been the weaker party.

But these were not the fundamental reasons.

Jin Liangjin's greatest mistake was that he could not understand that Ling Wu would choose to trade his own life for his.

Is self-interest not supposed to be paramount above all else?

Jin Liangjin believed that such a foolish act was something Ling Wu, his clever eldest son, could not do.

Yet Ling Wu did it, and so he lost everything.

Ling Wu traced lines on Jin Liangjin's body with his finger, his eyes pitch-black, with no glimmer of vitality in the depths of his pupils; he was like a walking corpse: "A person has 206 bones; I will dismantle you into 206 pieces."

"And then, throw them into the sea one by one."

The sea surface before dawn was as calm and tolerant as ever, easily swallowing both love and hate.

Ling Wu curled up alone in a pool of blood, many cigarette butts scattered by his side, his tuxedo flapping loudly in the wind; he was fading and rusting, like a dying trapped beast...

Not until the sunlight shone brightly upon him did he gradually regain the aura of a living person.

Ling Wu still held a cigarette between his fingertips, ethereal smoke swirling around his blood-stained, cold-white profile. The Cigarette Case had long since gone flat, and his shadow was stretched very long. He buried his face in his knees in despair, letting the dawn breeze, laden with salty moisture, wash over his entire body.

He was almost drowning.

The revenge was complete.

Ling Wu had thoroughly become a rootless tree; he could not draw nutrients, could not absorb sunlight, and could only verge on extinction amidst the hope of rebirth.

He held on stubbornly, as if waiting for something.

Betting on a path that leads to life through death.

"Splash!"

Several boats stopped not far from the yacht.

Ling Wu's eyes were like pearls covered in dust; at this moment, some of that dust was wiped away, and he stood up stubbornly again, his thin body buffeted by the gusty sea wind.

On the opposite boats, countless guns were pointed at him.

As if silently interrogating Ling Wu for his crimes.

But what had he done wrong?

The 001 System spoke: 【Ling Wu, it seems you are at death's door.】

Jing Du pinched his palm hard, biting down on the soft flesh inside his mouth and refusing to let go. By now, Beidu City had long been turned upside down, Ling Wu was completely exposed, and everyone understood that the current situation was something he had planned himself.

Capture the ringleader to capture the gang; no one failed to understand this principle.

Ling Wu had incurred the wrath of the masses, and everyone was shouting for him to be killed.

He had to die.

Seeing Ling Wu again, Jing Du had a feeling as if a lifetime had passed. That person was still beautiful and young, yet he had long since withered into a wretched state.

People from the other noble families looked at Ling Wu with hatred, wishing they could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

The people on this boat were not all from the Jing Family. Fearing that others might open fire, he spoke out to deter them: "Ling Wu, listen to me, come over here first, I guarantee you won't die!"

Ling Wu turned a deaf ear to his words, tears flowing unconsciously from his eye sockets, blown into mid-air by the wind. That tear sparkled in the sunlight and soon disappeared...

He loosened his grip on the ship's railing and closed his eyes. His loose sleeves filled with sea wind like a pair of broken wings, and he fell from the yacht.

Yin Huaiyu's very breath seemed to hang in mid-air, his eye sockets moist: "Ling Wu!"

"Don't jump!"

"Ling Wu!"

"Brother—"

Ling Wu could hear no sound in his ears, only seawater rushing into his nasal cavity.

His short life was terrifyingly barren; counting it down, it was nothing more than babbling, learning to walk, deep blood feuds, leaving his homeland, estrangement from brothers, every step a calculated move, and finally, burial in the sea.