Chapter 247: Break the Limbs, Keep Him Alive

Sato Kenichi was still there, spraying saliva as he threatened, fantasizing about tying Lin Yu to the cannon muzzle, a sickly vicious smile on his face.

However, just as his words had not yet finished, Lin Yu, who had been watching him with a playful smile, saw his expression vanish instantly! It was an extremely terrifying change, as if warm sunlight were instantly replaced by polar ice. The gaze that had been teasing a moment before turned icy and brutal, filled with undisguised killing intent!

Almost at the same moment his smile disappeared, Lin Yu moved with lightning speed! He thrust his right hand out and snatched the heavy crystal ashtray from the coffee table!

"You noisy dog!"

Lin Yu let out a low roar, his arm muscles bulging, he lifted the crystal ashtray in his hand and smashed it down hard onto Sato Kenichi's forehead!

Boom—

A deafening, earth‑shaking thud! Sato Kenichi groaned in pain, blood spurted, and he toppled backward onto the sofa.

Lin Yu's eyes flashed with a blood‑thirsty glare; he stepped forward, pressed his knee against Sato Kenichi's chest, raised the blood‑stained ashtray high, and slammed it down again!

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Two more heavy thuds followed! The crystal ashtray's edges ruthlessly tore Sato Kenichi's scalp and cheeks, blood and flesh flying! His cheeks quickly caved in, his nasal bridge clearly broken, his whole face a bloody mess, horrifying to behold.

Sato Kenichi convulsed violently, a hoarse, leaking sound from his throat, his hands futilely trying to push Lin Yu away but with no strength. His eyes bulged, filled with extreme fear and agony, his pupils already beginning to scatter.

Lin Yu looked at the Japanese secret agent beneath him, who moments ago had been arrogant and now twitched like a dying dog; a flicker of cruel pleasure crossed his eyes. He did not continue with a killing blow, feeling that letting the man suffer extreme pain and fear while slowly dying was more satisfying than smashing him dead outright.

Lin Yu slowly rose to his feet, casually tossing the blood‑soaked crystal ashtray onto the floor with a clang.

He looked down from above at the figure on the sofa, barely alive and disfigured beyond recognition. Sato Kenichi still twitched weakly, his chest rising and falling with the faintest breath, clearly still clinging to life but not far from death. His head and face were completely deformed, blood staining the expensive sofa in a large patch.

Feng An and the nearby guards were stunned by this sudden brutal scene, forgetting how to react for a moment. A strong smell of blood permeated the reception hall.

Lin Yu's face showed no expression, only a cold killing intent deep in his eyes. He looked at Sato Kenichi, struggling on the edge of death, as if he were looking at trash about to be thrown away.

Humiliation? Threats? The arrogance of the foreigners? In the face of this absolute violence, they all seemed laughable and utterly feeble.

Lin Yu, with this extreme method, declared the negotiations broken and foreshadowed a merciless bloody retaliation to come. This Japanese secret‑agent leader, still clinging to life, might yet have a little use value.

Lin Yu stopped his hand, gazing at the bloody, barely alive figure on the sofa; the brutal killing intent in his eyes faded slowly, replaced by an icy calm, as if the frenzied beating had merely been his hallucination.

He pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and slowly, meticulously wiped the bloodstains and debris from his fingers and the back of his hand.

Lin Yu's movements were elegant and composed, forming an eerie, chilling contrast with his earlier Asura‑like ferocity. After wiping, he casually tossed the blood‑stained handkerchief into the pool of blood on the floor.

"Tsk, really dirtied my place." Lin Yu looked at the sofa and carpet soaked in blood, furrowed his brow slightly, and spoke in a flat tone as if merely complaining about spilling tea.

He turned his head, looked at Feng An, still stunned beside him, and ordered: "Feng An."

"Yes, Commander!" Feng An snapped to attention, his shock breaking, but a trace of panic still lingered in his eyes.

"Take this… thing," Lin Yu pointed at Sato Kenichi, still weakly twitching on the sofa, his tone casual as if speaking of an object, "drag him out, find a doctor to give him a simple treatment."

Feng An blinked, somewhat puzzled.

Lin Yu's lips curled into a cruel smile as he added, "Don't let him die. I still have use for him."

Upon hearing that, Feng An instantly grasped Lin Yu's meaning, a chill running up his spine. Commander… this is… to keep this foreign devil alive to suffer greater pain and torment!

Sure enough, Lin Yu's following order confirmed his guess.

"After treating his wounds," Lin Yu's voice ice‑cold, devoid of feeling, "**Break his limbs! ** Find a sturdy place to hang him up, feed and attend him well, but absolutely do not let him die, nor let him lose consciousness."

"Commander…" Feng An hesitated, this method seemed too…

Lin Yu glanced at him, the coldness in his eyes making Feng An shut his mouth at once.

"I want him alive," Lin Yu's voice like from the netherworld, "I want him to see with his own eyes how the Imperial Japanese Navy he prides himself on, how the 'Nagato' he hoped for, ends up as a heap of scrap iron in the waters outside Shen City!"

"I want him to see clearly how he himself and his compatriots are sending themselves together into hell!"

Lin Yu's eyes blazed with vengeful fire and absolute confidence. This was not merely a response to Sato Kenichi's earlier arrogant threat; it was also his declaration of war against the impending foreign fleet! He would utterly destroy the enemy's body and spirit with the most cruel means.

Feng An felt his scalp tingle hearing it, but he immediately bowed and accepted the command: "Yes, Commander! I understand!"

He immediately called a few guards forward, carefully dragging the still‑gasping, mud‑like Sato Kenichi off the sofa. A bloody trail was dragged across the precious carpet.

Only Lin Yu remained in the reception hall. He walked back to the window and gazed outside. The night was still deep, but his heart had already ignited with blazing war‑fire.

Foreign fleet, bring it on! He had prepared for them an unprecedented "grand welcome ceremony"! And that barely alive Sato Kenichi would be fortunate to become the first, and most painful, witness of this destructive feast.