Chapter 231: No Need to Suffer Endless Torture

In an instant, Zhou Chengsong sensed a gaze as cold as ice landing directly upon him.

At this moment, he could be said to be facing wolves in front and tigers behind, in a difficult predicament.

If he followed the demands of this masked person, perhaps there might be a glimmer of survival, but if he disobeyed, he would be finished right now.

He hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and mustered the courage to say, "Lord Wang, I... I have some extremely terrible news to report to you. You... you had best prepare yourself mentally first."

"What is it?" The middle-aged man's voice dropped instantly, coldly spitting out a single word.

"Speak!"

"Your... your younger brother, Captain Wang Dezhi, he... he has passed away."

In an instant, the atmosphere became abnormally quiet, as if time itself had frozen at this moment.

However, Lu Yu knew clearly in his heart that this was merely the calm before the storm.

Zhou Chengsong's body could not stop trembling, yet he still did not forget to look at Lu Yu with a bitter smile, his eyes seemingly saying: Little brother, for your sake, I am truly walking on the edge of a blade; afterwards, you must let me go.

"What did you say?" After a brief silence, a roar filled with fury came from the other end of the phone, "Zhou Chengsong, do you know what you just said? I will give you one more chance to organize your words."

Zhou Chengsong was so terrified that tears and snot flowed down his face; the dead could not return to life, so what use was there even if he were given more chances to organize his words?

"Hmm?"

"Lord... Lord Wang, I didn't want to tell you this either.

But early this morning, someone found Captain Wang's corpse in a residential building. I checked repeatedly, and it is indeed Captain Wang, no mistake.

Lord Wang, every word I say is true; I would never dare to utter a single lie."

He wept and pleaded bitterly while snot and tears ran down his face.

"This guy, his acting is truly impressive. Even though it was discovered last night, he lies as if it were the truth." A cold glint flashed in Lu Yu's eyes, and his determination to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots grew even firmer.

"Zhou! Cheng! Song!" The man on the phone was beyond furious, erupting with a roar like a volcanic eruption.

"Say it to me again!!! Whose corpse is it exactly!!!"

With a "thud," Zhou Chengsong was so scared he collapsed directly to the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy incessantly: "Lord Wang, I didn't want this to happen either, I really didn't want this, Lord Wang, spare my life, spare my life!"

He was truly, genuinely terrified. One could imagine that if he had taken the corpse to find Wang Deye early this morning, he likely would have been torn to shreds by the enraged Wang Deye on the spot.

"Lord Wang, every word I said is the truth, Lord Wang..."

The other side suddenly fell silent, and after a moment, the voice sounded again, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"Fine, I know. Then let me ask you, who killed him? Where is the murderer? Did you catch them?"

"No... no." Zhou Chengsong replied stuttering, "The corpse has already rotted; it has likely been three days since the killing. The murderer has long since vanished without a trace, and no clues were left at the scene. Lord Wang, I have truly done my absolute best, Lord Wang."

"Good, very good, Zhou Chengsong, you've done a truly beautiful job!" Wang Deye was so angry he began to laugh instead, "My own younger brother died right under your nose, and it's been three days, the corpse has rotted, and only now did you discover it.

Now that three days have passed, you don't even know who the murderer is. Fine, I understand. I am heading over there now.

You had best stay exactly where you are and don't move. If I arrive and find you gone, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will find you and tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

As soon as the words fell, the phone was hung up.

Zhou Chengsong was soaked through with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of water.

He looked at Lu Yu with a miserable smile and said, "Little brother, you have ruined me. You heard what he just said; even if I flee to the ends of the earth, he won't let me go, and he will definitely tear me into ten thousand pieces."

"My apologies." Lu Yu sighed softly.

Immediately following, a flash of a blade streaked by.

"You... you..." Zhou Chengsong clutched his neck in terror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Why? Why do this? It was clearly agreed that he would be let go after finishing this task.

"Dying by my hand is better than being caught by Wang Deye and suffering endless torture; at least, it won't be that painful," Lu Yu said slowly.

"Pfft!" Zhou Chengsong spat out a mouthful of blood, then collapsed to the ground, motionless, not knowing if he had died of suffocation or had been scared to death.

Lu Yu put away the Dagger and looked into the distance.

Before long, a limping figure walked toward this side.

"Xiaofan, are you alright?" The person who arrived was Wang Liang.

He had actually arrived even earlier than Lu Yu, so he had seen the entire process clearly.

Originally, he had wanted to come over to help, but after seeing Lu Yu signal with a slight shake of his head, he had restrained himself and taken no action.

"I'm fine, Uncle Wang." Lu Yu took off his mask.

Only then did Wang Liang heave a sigh of relief.

Then, he looked at Lu Yu with a complex expression. Intuition told him that in just a few short days of not seeing him, Lu Yu's strength seemed to have grown stronger again, especially when Lu Yu dealt with those guards earlier; his speed was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly.

It was easy to imagine that if the two of them really fought, he likely wouldn't even be able to last a single round under Lu Yu.

"Xiaofan, what exactly is going on? Are these people from the Zhou Family Fort? They...?"

"Uncle Wang, to make a long story short. My killing of Wang Dezhi has been exposed, and the people from the Zhou Family Fort came for this reason.

Moreover, quite a few people in the Zhou Family Fort already know about this, and those Awakened in Yongan City will know sooner or later.

So, I just had this guy call Wang Dezhi's older brother, Wang Deye. If nothing goes wrong, it won't be long before he brings people to the Zhou Family Fort."

Lu Yu finished explaining the situation quickly.

"Xiaofan, you... you...?" Wang Liang's heart jumped into his throat.

So, was Lu Yu planning to...?

"Yes, I intend to face him head-on." Lu Yu gave him a slight smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I am already a Pulse Refining Realm Martial Artist now."

"Pulse... Pulse Refining Realm!"

Wang Liang opened his mouth in surprise; even though he had been mentally prepared, when these words came out of Lu Yu's mouth, he was still shocked beyond measure.

He had witnessed with his own eyes Lu Yu rapidly improving from the Body Tempering Realm all the way to becoming a Pulse Refining Realm Martial Artist.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, time is tight."

Lu Yu put his mask back on and took down his Long Bow, "Don't worry about me, Uncle Wang. Since I am doing this, I have absolute certainty. You go back, and wait for my good news. By the way, don't tell my dad and the others about what happened here yet."

After speaking, his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

"Xiaofan, you must be careful." Wang Liang's eyes grew moist as he gazed in the direction Lu Yu had departed, filled with reluctance.

A C-Class Awakened is the most terrifying existence in Yongan City; every one of them is extremely troublesome, especially that Wang Dezhi, who manipulates Martial Artists as easily as playing with toys.

Therefore, besides his own formidable strength, he also has a group of In-Jin Martial Artists under his command who are fiercely loyal to him.

Can Lu Yu, all by himself, truly be a match for them?

Wang Liang clenched his fists tightly, hesitating over whether he should follow, but after a moment of thought, he let go.

As he is now, following would not only be of no help, but would instead only become a burden.

Perhaps the only thing he can do now is to pray silently in his heart.