Chapter 112: Not Treating People as Humans

When Guo Jing learned that Zhang Chu'an had captured this uncle and nephew, he was momentarily stunned; after all, having read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," he had harbored a deep hatred for this person.

Upon learning that Zhang Chu'an intended to castrate them first, strip them naked, parade them through the streets, and then execute them by a thousand cuts, Guo Jing immediately stopped him, because such a public execution by a thousand cuts would be detrimental to future judicial construction.

For these two, it would suffice to have them write a self-criticism, undergo struggle sessions, and then be shot; there was no need for such cruelty.

Upon learning the disposition of their uncle and nephew, Ouyang Feng and his nephew sighed with relief; death, they were not too afraid of, but if it were the manner of death Zhang Chu'an described, it would be simply too humiliating.

One must admit that this Guo Jing is absolutely a decent person; had they fallen into others' hands, they would likely have been subjected to gleeful mockery.

"Hmm, in a while we will conduct struggle sessions against you two and then execute you by firing squad; during this time, write your self-criticism, confess your crimes of these years, and admit your mistakes." Back in the prison, Zhang Chu'an issued his final ultimatum to the two.

"Heh, make me write a self-criticism." Ouyang Feng laughed in anger; this bastard had tortured them uncle and nephew to a living death, and now he wanted them to admit their mistakes to intimidate the martial arts sects under his rule.

"You are unwilling?" Zhang Chu'an looked at Ouyang Feng suspiciously and said, "You are now in my hands; if you do not do as I say, you may suffer."

"Do you think I, Ouyang Feng, fear suffering or fear death?" A disdainful curve rose at the corner of Ouyang Feng's mouth; his eyes were filled with mockery as he glanced contemptuously at Zhang Chu'an. That gaze revealed a deep disdain for Zhang Chu'an's shallow understanding.

"Physical pain is nothing but a daily occurrence for martial artists like us; death is something everyone experiences, so how can it be considered suffering? I think the true suffering is when someone you care about endures unimaginable humiliation and torture right before your eyes."

Zhang Chu'an's face was like a pool of still water, without a ripple; yet precisely this near-cold calm caused Ouyang Feng, who was always known for his ruthlessness, to feel a strange chill in his heart, as if standing in a biting north wind, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Ouyang Feng had never in his life felt such fear; he had always feared nothing under heaven, but at this moment, facing the calm-faced Zhang Chu'an, he inexplicably felt afraid.

With a trembling voice, he tentatively asked, "You... what exactly do you want to do?" A hint of barely concealed terror and unease leaked through his voice.

"That Ouyang Ke should not be your nephew but your son, right?" Zhang Chu'an asked with a smile.

Ouyang Feng's eyes suddenly widened, filled with shock and disbelief; he stared tightly at Zhang Chu'an, as if trying to find some clue on the other's face.

This secret matter had always been known only to him and his sister-in-law; they had carefully guarded this secret, fearing it would become known to the outside world. For this, Ouyang Feng had killed his elder brother; yet now, this secret was easily uncovered by an outsider, leaving Ouyang Feng feeling incredibly surprised and confused.

Ouyang Feng's heart was filled with doubt; he simply could not understand how this person knew this secret. Could it be that he and his sister-in-law had inadvertently leaked some clue?

"Actually, what difference does it make if everyone knows this secret? When have you, Ouyang Feng, ever cared about others' opinions? It's just that White Camel Mountain has so many beauties, yet you have only this one son, and the woman who bore him is your elder sister-in-law; it seems you love your sister-in-law very much."

"Although the time we have spent together is short, you know my character; guess what wonderful ideas I will use to treat the only son born to the woman you love most."

"Forget it, I won't play riddles with you. Someone, take Ouyang Ke to the stable; put a lot of aphrodisiacs on both of them. When the grand play begins, be sure to invite Old Master Ouyang to watch."

At this moment, time seemed to freeze; Ouyang Feng's brain completely crashed on the spot.

He carefully sized up the Zhang Chu'an before him; this fellow possessed all the outward characteristics of a human, but he did not do a single human thing; no, he did not have a single human thought, morality, or integrity.

Ouyang Feng was thoroughly enraged; at this moment, he was like a mad wild dog barking furiously at passersby.

"Zhang Chu'an, I #%*+%$&."

"Do you TM know who I am? Do you believe that later I will chop you into pieces and feed you to dogs?"

"I will definitely chop everyone around you into pieces and feed them to dogs after a thousand cuts."

But suddenly Ouyang Feng stopped cursing; he saw two big men carrying Ouyang Ke out.

"Keep cursing, Mr. Ouyang, you must keep cursing; you know, listening to you curse while watching your son's grand play together is a rare enjoyment." Zhang Chu'an patted Ouyang Feng's shoulder and was about to take him out to watch the show.

Ouyang Feng cried; that Western Poison, one of the Five Greats of the world who had once shaken the Wu Lin and was famous throughout the four seas, now had tear-filled eyes, with tears silently sliding down. His former dominance and ruthlessness seemed to vanish in this instant, replaced by endless sorrow and humiliation.

This Wu Lin overlord, who once made people tremble at the mere mention of his name, now lay curled in a corner like an old dog with a broken spine, wagging its tail and begging for pity. His eyes were filled with helplessness and despair, as if he had lost all dignity and pride.

In the past, he was so glorious and so arrogant; yet now, he could only be bullied and humiliated by others.

"I am willing to review my crimes; I am willing to accept trial and struggle sessions; I beg you not to torture my son like this; I will do anything you want."

This Western Poison, who had never bent his waist to anyone in his life, knelt and kowtowed to someone for the first time; all just to give his son a quick end.

"Does the feeling of not being treated as a human feel unpleasant?" Zhang Chu'an asked this question inexplicably.

Ouyang Feng did not understand the meaning and could not comprehend why he asked this.

"In the past, I thought that although you were vicious, you loved your son very much and kept your promises; I quite admired you and once thought of taking you uncle and nephew into my service, but the more I experience, the more I realize that my former self was a beast, because I did not treat people as humans."

"I naturally ignored those ordinary people whom you killed at will; I focused too much on famous and illustrious people, on their emotions, and found excuses for their actions."

"But do ordinary people have no emotions? Although they are ordinary, they have families they strive with all their might to support; do they have no so-called pain? The grain they earn through a year of hard labor is not only taken by the government and by landlords, yet even so, they still want to be good people; on what basis do you kill them? Because your Wu Gong is high."

"Heh, even people with the highest Wu Gong can only cower and flee when facing feudal troops, let alone the people's army united as one; if ten thousand or a hundred thousand cannot defeat you, then a million, five million will keep killing you so-called Wu Lingaoshou until you are all wiped out."

Once this young man with a gentle expression reveals his ruthlessness, it will inevitably be a river of blood.