Chapter 1693: Is There a Difference?

"Is there a difference?" Chixiao could not help but laugh bitterly: "Your strength is great, so whatever you say is the truth."

"There is. If you end your own life, I will send a wisp of your Soul Consciousness into Reincarnation. If you make me do it," Chen Yu paused here, then said: "Then you might not have the chance to come back again."

"Heh, you really are going to kill them all," Chixiao sneered: "Since that's the case, I won't trouble you to do it. I'll end my own life."

"Then hurry up. I don't have time to waste words with you here," Chen Yu's eyebrows twitched.

Chixiao said nothing. He took out a sharp weapon and gripped it in his palm, his face full of unwillingness.

"I never thought that I, Chixiao, would end up defeated at the hands of a young man. This is Life," Chixiao gritted his teeth, holding the sharp weapon, and slowly pointed it at his own chest.

Suddenly, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. He gripped the sharp weapon in his hand and lunged fiercely at Chen Yu.

This guy definitely wasn't willing to just die like this; he was making a desperate final struggle.

Suddenly, his body paused, his movements frozen on the spot. Immediately after, he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud. The sharp weapon in his hand had already pierced his throat, though no one knew when it happened.

The sharp weapon in his hand was also a Dharma Artifact, named 'Soul Chaser'. One strike, and the soul would scatter. This guy's expression was horrified, his body trembling violently. A moment later, he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud, struggled a few times, and then lay motionless.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it yourself. You can't blame anyone else," the expression on Chen Yu's face was neither sad nor happy. He glanced at Chixiao on the ground and turned to leave slowly.

"Mr. Chen, a few thugs intended to do something improper to Miss Xin'er, but I have subdued them now. These people are with me. How would you like to deal with them?" Just at this moment, Zhao Ping's call came through.

"Wait for me a moment. I'm coming over to deal with them now," Chen Yu replied, and then he left.

In the backyard of Wu Bo's house, three thugs had already been subdued. These three people had fierce Appearances, and the leading big man had a long scar on his face. Just looking at their Appearances, one could tell that these fellows were not kind-hearted people.

"Mr. Chen, everyone is here," seeing Chen Yu arrive, Zhao Ping hurriedly greeted him: "These guys followed us for several streets. I knew they definitely didn't have good intentions, so I tied them up in an alley and brought them back."

"Where is Xin'er? Is she alright?" Chen Yu asked.

"She's fine. She has already gone back now. Wu Bo found people to guard her by her side, so you don't need to worry about her," Zhao Ping said.

"Alright, leave it to me," Chen Yu walked forward and looked at the leading Dabaolian. This Dabaolian was bald, and seeing his fierce gaze and the baleful aura on his body, one could tell at a glance that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Friend, which path are you from?" Chen Yu asked with a smile.

"Just based on you? You aren't qualified to know my identity," Daoba glanced at Chen Yu indifferently.

"How are you talking to Mr. Chen?" Zhao Ping was furious and stepped forward, intending to slap him.

"Enough, leave it to me to handle," Chen Yu stopped Zhao Ping in time. He smiled: "You look a bit familiar to me. If I'm not mistaken, you are some of the big thieves and bandits wanted internationally, right?"

Daoba's gaze was fierce, but he lowered his head, not daring to meet Chen Yu's eyes. This was clearly a sign of a guilty conscience.

"Alright, there's no need to hide things in front of us," Chen Yu smiled and said: "Verifying your identities is very simple. Just send the photos into the database and compare them."

"It's just that there's no need. Either way, you are all on a dead-end road."

"Heh, kid, I make a living by killing. If it weren't for messing up today, I could stab ten of you like you to death in one breath without even panting," Daoba finally spoke up. He sneered: "Grandpa won't hide it. Zhou Yang is me."

"You are Zhou Yang?" Zhao Ping was stunned and couldn't help but look at this guy a few more times.

Zhou Yang, a major criminal wanted by Interpol. This guy had over a dozen lives on his hands and liked to torture and kill. If it were in the past, this guy would definitely be the type to slaughter a city while leading troops in war.

"Heh, heard of me?" Zhou Yang laughed loudly: "Twist my head off and hand it to the police, and there's a million-dollar reward. Today, falling into your hands, consider yourselves lucky."

Zhao Ping was furious: "How about I let you go, and we spar a bit?"

"No need. Either way, it's a dead-end road. If you want to say something, just say it directly. Don't waste everyone's time," Zhou Yang's gaze dropped again.

This guy killed without blinking, so his psychological fortitude was excellent. Even now, he remained calm and unruffled.

"Want to go quickly and painlessly?" Chen Yu asked.

"Suit yourself," Zhou Yang sneered.

"I have many ways to deal with people, so don't put on airs in front of me," Chen Yu couldn't help but smile: "If you provoke me, I have plenty of methods to make you talk. Now I ask, you answer. Who sent you here?"

Zhou Yang snorted coldly, then closed his eyes, ignoring Chen Yu entirely.

"Mr. Chen, leave it to me. I guarantee I'll make him talk," Zhao Ping was furious. He had never seen such an arrogant captive before.

That's right, in his view, Zhou Yang was a captive.

"How will you deal with him?" Chen Yu couldn't help but glance at Zhao Ping.

"I have my ways," Zhao Ping took out a Dagger. He chuckled: "I've studied skin-peeling and bone-scraping. The pain is something an average person simply cannot endure. Give me some time, and I don't believe this kid won't talk."

"Alright, if you think it's useful, then give it a try," Chen Yu smiled.

"Alrighty," Zhao Ping was invigorated; he finally had a chance to show off. He took the Dagger in his hand and walked forward. With a flick of his hand, the Dagger spun into a beautiful blade-flower in his palm.

"Zhou Yang, don't waste everyone's time. Since you've fallen into our hands, we are definitely going to get something out of your mouth. If you don't cooperate, I'm afraid you won't make it through today."

"Heh, don't try that with me. I've suffered more injuries than you can imagine," Zhou Yang scoffed.

Yes, a small Dagger wanted to make him yield? What a joke.

Seeing his arrogant appearance, Zhao Ping was furious. He grabbed the Dagger and stabbed it fiercely into the guy's thigh.

Pfft... The Dagger pierced into the fleshiest part of his thigh, and blood flowed like a fountain instantly.

Zhou Yang looked at him indifferently, then closed his eyes, as if the knife hadn't been stabbed into his thigh at all.

"I hope you can stay this calm when I pull it out," Zhao Ping said through gritted teeth.

This Dagger was specially made; when pulled out, it would take a large chunk of flesh and skin with it. If this guy could still maintain this state, then it would truly be hellish.