Chapter 294: You Have an Opinion?

"The story you told does indeed seem logical, but I don't like it!"

With a heavy slap on the table, the white-haired old man flew into the air, his clothes rustling under the force of the palm wind as if he were about to break through the roof and step into the void to leave.

But just at this moment, the pile of Chess Pieces on the Chessboard they had just been playing on vibrated, and dozens of Chess Pieces rose into the air, trapping him within them.

These dozens of ordinary Chess Pieces were now like moving high mountains, pressing down so hard that one could not catch their breath, sealing off all his space for advance or retreat.

No matter how he struggled, and even though his palms could sever rivers, he could not shake these dozens of Chess Pieces in the slightest.

In a short time, his palms struck out over twenty blows, and those twenty-plus blows exhausted almost all his internal energy, all directed at a single Chess Piece.

Yet what was unacceptable was that these were clearly just the most ordinary Chess Pieces, yet they remained unscathed under his palms.

His entire internal energy was like a clay ox entering the sea, leaving him as if trapped in a Cage from which he could not break free, as if surrounded by an inescapable net, unable to break loose or escape.

Lifting his head to look at the roof, the white-haired old man gritted his teeth. His essence and blood burned rapidly, and his vitality was being consumed crazily; his originally ruddy complexion quickly turned pale.

Yet his internal energy seemed to boil, as if it had broken through some kind of limit. The aura on his body was several times stronger than before, and it was still continuously increasing.

Exchanging life for internal energy was the only method he could think of at this moment. After this battle, even if he did not die, he would likely suffer great damage to his Original Qi and not live long.

After all, he was already old.

The airflow around the white-haired old man seemed to turn red; it was the color dyed by fresh blood. It was the red airflow condensed from the blood in his body being drawn out by the surging righteous energy, and it also represented his fleeting life.

This airflow, resembling red flames, would likely be his final swan song.

"Open for me!" Holding a determination to die, the white-haired old man exerted force again, his whole body desperately trying to break through the restriction of these dozens of Chess Pieces.

The power within his body grew stronger and stronger, and the red airflow condensed into substance, yet the Chess Pieces before his eyes remained motionless.

After his internal energy climbed to its peak, his vitality was almost squeezed dry, and in no time at all, it receded like a tide.

The old man in mid-air fell heavily to the ground, nothing but despair left on his face; he knew he had failed completely.

It was clearly only one step away from breaking through the roof, but this one step was like a natural chasm that could not be crossed. Even if he risked his life, he was still helpless against it.

In fact, the white-haired old man had never thought of escaping; he knew that since he had been exposed, escape was absolutely impossible. Their ruthless leader would never let him go.

All he wanted to do was break through the roof and pass on the news of the incident here.

With Chen Xing's shrewdness, as long as the news of the incident here reached his ears, he would definitely become vigilant. Unfortunately, it was too late!

"You are still struggling at this point; you should know you cannot escape. Why must you do this?"

"I am just unwilling!" Gasping for air in large gulps, the old man wanted to crawl up, but found that he had no strength left in his whole body; his body had been completely hollowed out.

Let alone standing up, at this moment, even turning over would likely take some effort.

"If a person like you can live, how could a person like Chen Xing have any trouble!"

"Because I am a bad person, and bad people have long lives, because we have no bottom line to survive! Haven't you heard that good people don't live long, while scourges can last for a thousand years?"

"Rest assured, I won't kill you for now!" The dozens of Chess Pieces still trapped the old man inside, and Dahuzi looked at him without the slightest intention of killing.

"How could a person like you die so easily? You must make a greater contribution. I was a bit reluctant before, but now..."

"You!" The white-haired old man seemed to know what he would face, but at this moment, besides gritting his teeth, he had no other way; now, even seeking death was a luxury.

Meanwhile, inside the Chen Mansion, just after Shen Yu had left, Guo Yi pushed the door open with an unnatural expression.

"My Lord!" Standing at the doorway, Guo Yi just looked at Chen Xing quietly, the expression in his eyes changing constantly. It seemed as if a mixture of emotions surged into his heart all at once.

"A-Yi, why don't you come in?"

"My Lord, Shen Yu did not kill you?"

"No, how could Shen Yu be that kind of unreasonable person!" Shaking his head, Chen Xing then looked at the other person with some worry, "A-Yi, your complexion doesn't look right; has something happened?"

"My Lord, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? Why say sorry?" His pupils shrank violently, and Chen Xing looked at him uncertainly, as if suspicious, as if conflicted, and as if unable to believe it.

"You want to kill me?"

"Yes!" Nodding, Guo Yi closed the door and slowly approached Chen Xing, his internal energy gradually climbing to its peak, an invisible force field encompassing everything around and sealing off Chen Xing's path of retreat.

If he didn't strike, so be it; but once Guo Yi struck, it would be like wind and clouds churning, earth-shattering.

"I didn't expect that their backup plan would be you!" Sighing, Chen Xing quickly withdrew all his emotions and returned to that calm expression he always had.

"No wonder the other side lured Shen Yu over. I was wondering before; I can see Shen Yu's character, so there is no reason they couldn't see it. Would they not know that Shen Yu would never kill me?"

"So it turns out they had a way to kill me for sure. As long as Shen Yu arrived, whether he made a move or not, I would die, and it would definitely be determined that he was the one who killed me."

Having said this, Chen Xing looked at Guo Yi calmly, the gentleness in his eyes gone, replaced only by a distant indifference, as if looking at a stranger.

"When Lao Yang sent me a message before, I was puzzled as to why the level of their schemes had dropped, and why their plans relied entirely on gambling."

"Gambling that Shen Yu would kill me, gambling that everything would go according to their plan; did they never think about what would happen if they lost the gamble?"

"But looking at it now, Lao Yang was also exposed; this was something they deliberately used to test him!"

"Sigh!" Sighing lightly, Chen Xing said with a hint of desolation, "A-Yi, actually, I have thought of countless possibilities, but I never thought of you!"

"Yes, it is also that I am old and muddled. By my side, only your words are truly convincing. If you say Shen Yu killed me, others will believe it was Shen Yu who did it."

"I am sorry, My Lord!" Lowering his head, Guo Yi did not know how to respond; his heart was full of conflict. But now, he was no longer in control of himself.

Some things were not a matter of whether he was willing or not; he also wanted to give up the assassination, but his body was no longer under his own control.

Now, rather than calling him a person, it would be better to call him a living Puppet, someone who could be fully controlled from spirit to body at any time.

"My Lord, no need to look; no one will come. Just now, I told everyone that the Lord wanted to kill Shen Yu and told them to be prepared. They asked me to come and persuade the Lord not to do anything foolish!"

"In a moment, I will tell them that the matter of Chen Xing wanting to kill Shen Yu was discovered by him, and in a fit of rage, Shen Yu killed you in the study; everything will be logical."

"It is indeed a good plan, but you cannot kill me?"

"My Lord, there are only ten steps between us; you cannot escape!" Walking toward Chen Xing step by step, Guo Yi desperately tried to stop his own actions, but everything was in vain.

Was the Chen Xing he respected ultimately going to die by his own hands?

"My Lord, rest assured, I will give you a decent way to die. My Lord, please go first; this subordinate will follow shortly. Please be on your way, My Lord!"