Chapter 1166: A Tyrant of Shu City

"He didn't give us any benefits, but since you've done so many heinous things, aren't you afraid of Heavenly Retribution?" Chen Yu smiled. "If you aren't afraid, then we can tell you: we are the Heavenly Retribution."

"In Shu City, you, Young Master Cao, are a tyrant. No matter how big the trouble you cause, there will always be someone to fix it for you. So, over these years, there must be many people who have died at your hands and many families you've driven to ruin, right?" Chen Yu said indifferently.

"Who exactly are you people? Are you those kinds of righteous warriors who uphold justice?" Cao Wang steadied himself.

"If you put it that way, it's somewhat similar; we just purely find you unpleasant to look at." Chen Yu thought for a moment and nodded.

"Friend, doing this has no meaning. Let me tell you, in this world, good people don't get rewarded," Cao Wang smiled. "Perhaps you aren't short on money, but you lack friends, right? Having one more friend means one more path."

"Our Cao Family is a tyrant in Shu City. In the future, if you come to Shu City, I can be your strong and powerful supporter."

"By comparison, Xiao Zhengguo is an old dog on the verge of death. Helping him and offending our Cao Family—this deal isn't worth it, is it?"

"Worthy of being a Young Master of the Cao Family, you know how to analyze things well. You aren't as much of a straw bag as the rumors say," Chen Yu asked.

"My family is an Aristocratic Family, not some kind of nouveau riche. The kind of playboys you speak of can only be nouveau riche within a family; there is still a significant gap between them and us," Cao Wang smiled.

"Unfortunately, you haven't persuaded me." Chen Yu shook his head. "Let's talk: how many people participated in the persecution of Xiao Zhengguo?"

"Friend, this isn't interesting anymore. We are still in the middle of talking," Cao Wang's brows furrowed.

"I never intended to talk with you." Chen Yu suddenly pressed Cao Wang's hand onto the table, then drew a Dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the back of his hand.

"Ah..." Cao Wang's eyes widened, and a wave of intense, piercing pain surged from his palm.

He lay prone on the ground, panting heavily; the intense pain made his vision go black in waves.

He forcibly gritted his teeth to keep himself from fainting.

His palm was nailed to the table; even the slightest movement sent heart-wrenching pain through him.

He stared at Chen Yu in fury, his blood-red eyes filled with resentment.

"Not convinced?" Chen Yu gripped the Dagger and moved it slightly.

The tearing pain surged again immediately. Cao Wang let out a miserable shriek, his vision blacking out as he was about to faint.

In that moment of fainting, he felt a sense of relief; although he wasn't out of danger, at least he wouldn't have to endure this inhuman torture.

Unfortunately, this thought of his became a luxury. Accompanied by a burst of intense pain in his palm, his consciousness cleared up instead.

He stared fixedly at Chen Yu, his mind incomparably clear, and the pain coming from his palm made him wish he were dead.

"You aren't convinced?" Chen Yu asked with a smile.

"Who exactly are you?" Young Master Cao panted heavily, his eyes splitting with rage.

From childhood to adulthood, he had always been someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth, never having suffered the slightest hardship or grievance.

Whatever happened, his old man would help him fix it, but now his hand had been poked through with a hole.

As he glared at Chen Yu, his other hand suddenly tightened, and immediately following that, another bone-chilling pain surged from the back of his hand.

The extra transparent hole made him almost faint again.

But this time, his consciousness was extremely clear; he did not faint.

Yet that heart-rending pain made him wish he were dead.

If he could just faint straight away now, that would be fine; that way, he could suffer a little less pain.

But the more it was this moment, the more clear-headed he became; he felt terrible all over.

"My name is Chen Yu, from Shengjing. Xiao Zhengguo has nothing to do with me; I just purely find you unpleasant," Chen Yu smiled.

Just at this moment, a knock on the door sounded. Cao Wang revealed an expression of ecstatic joy, thinking it was his own people coming to save him.

As long as someone came in now, he would be saved immediately.

Unfortunately, his hope was dashed once again. Ning Ruoxue went to open the door, and the person who entered was Xiao Zhengguo.

The white-haired Xiao Zhengguo stared fixedly at Cao Wang.

Young Master Cao was stunned; he had never dreamed that he would be facing his mortal enemy.

Thinking of what he had done to Xiao Zhengguo, Cao Wang felt his spine go cold in waves.

A chill surged up along his spine; he looked at Xiao Zhengguo in terror and then let out a desperate howl.

"Someone, let me go, help..." Young Master Cao shrieked, trying to struggle and escape.

But as soon as he moved, a heart-rending pain came from the back of his hand. He screamed miserably, watching the fierce-looking Xiao Zhengguo approach him step by step.

"Xiao Zhengguo, spare me this once. The past things were my fault. I apologize to you, you... let me go," Young Master Cao screamed in terror.

He knew in his heart what he had done. He had forced Xiao Zhengguo's family to ruin and left him with no way to survive. Now that he had fallen into his hands, where was there any way out for him?

"Young man, he is right here. Settle your grievances and take your revenge," Ning Ruoxue said. "Don't worry about any consequences; Chen Yu can handle it."

Xiao Zhengguo nodded. He faced Chen Yu, fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, and said with a trembling voice, "Mr. Chen, this great kindness, I, Xiao Zhengguo, will never forget it in this lifetime."

"Get up. You have done many good deeds in the past; today, consider it your karmic reward. Rest assured, those who participated in your family's affairs will not be able to run."

Chen Yu stared at the pale-faced Young Master Cao: "Kill him first to set an example. His old man hasn't earned less dirty money over the years, nor has he helped his son kill and bury bodies less. After this brat dies, his old man will also have a few less days to live."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, thank you." Xiao Zhengguo's face was streaked with old tears. He kowtowed several times with a thudding sound, then stood up and looked at Young Master Cao with a sinister expression.

"Xiao Zhengguo, the matter has already happened. Even if you kill me now, your son cannot be resurrected. Let me go, and you can make any demands you want."

Young Master Cao was scared out of his wits. He was so nervous that he even forgot the pain in the back of his hand, and he shrieked, begging for mercy.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy's hands were nailed to the table, he probably would have jumped up and run away long ago.

But now his two hands were nailed firmly there; even if he wanted to move, he couldn't.

"You Cao, Heaven has eyes! You never thought you would have today, did you?" A ruthless look appeared on Xiao Zhengguo's aged face: "You have done every evil thing imaginable. Today, I will take revenge for my son and for the people you harmed to death."