Chapter 1964: Is Your Life Worth Money?

"You... you are just a lowly commoner, your Life is worth nothing at all, how could you possibly compare to me?" Samuer was truly on the verge of exploding with rage.

He had always been high and mighty, but he never imagined that today he would be manipulated by someone like Chen Yu, which made him very unwilling and very uncomfortable.

"Lowly person?" The gun in Chen Yu's hand pushed forward, pressing against this guy's head, and he sneered: "On what grounds do you think your Life is worth more than mine?"

"Might as well tell you, everyone's Life is the same; there is no such thing as noble or base, and you aren't necessarily going to live a few decades longer than me, are you?"

"What exactly do you want?" Samuer felt Chen Yu press the gun against his forehead, and a cold sensation surged from his heart.

His hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably; after all, he was old, and his whole body would shake whenever he was frightened.

"What I want depends on you." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "If you want me to let you go, I can let you go, but if you want to die, I can also fulfill that for you."

"If you kill me, the entire Yizhou will be in turmoil, and my forces will spare no effort to find you and then kill you," Samuer said through gritted teeth.

"How about we make a bet?" Chen Yu looked at him, revealing a playful expression: "I kill you, and then I can walk away unscathed."

"That's impossible. Yizhou is my world; you think you can kill me and still walk away unscathed? That's impossible," Samuer did not believe it.

"If you don't believe it, we can try. I'll twist your head off and use it as a ball to kick around," Chen Yu sneered.

"Kid..." Samuer stared at Chen Yu, not knowing why he suddenly gained some confidence: "When I started out, you were probably still in your mother's womb."

"Threatening me? Heh, go and ask around to see who I, Samuer, am."

"Oh, who are you?" Chen Yu asked.

"Someone you can't afford to provoke. This world is not fair; some people are destined to possess high and mighty power from birth, and I am that kind of person."

Samuer said viciously: "Now, take the gun away from me. I don't like any threats, understand?"

"Understand." Chen Yu nodded seriously, then he put away the gun, but the moment he put it away, he pointed the muzzle at Samuer's thigh and fired a shot without hesitation.

Bang... This shot did not hit a vital point, but it did hit an artery, and blood immediately gushed from Samuer's thigh.

He looked at Chen Yu in disbelief, then let out a hysterical scream.

"Lord Samuer." Zhamusi was startled and started to step forward with his men, but the gun in Chen Yu's hand was once again pointed at his master's head.

"Whoever dares to take another step forward, I will blow his brains out immediately," Chen Yu threatened.

"Stop, get back, everyone get out of here," Samuer was in agony.

He was already an old bag of bones; Chen Yu's shot didn't hit a vital point, but it was enough to cost him half his Life.

He howled in pain, and the originally serious scene now became comical.

"Chen Yu, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What I want to do depends on you." Chen Yu smiled slightly and sat down: "Now, can we have a normal conversation?"

"Whatever you want to talk about, say it." Samuer didn't dare say a single word of refusal; he nodded heavily and sat down, enduring the pain.

Chen Yu raised his hand, and with another bang, fired a shot at his other thigh.

The expression on Samuer's face was blank for a moment, and then he let out another scream.

"Are you sick in the head? I already said I would sit down and talk, why did you have to fire? Why?" Samuer howled, feeling completely miserable.

At his age, having been shot twice, it was already quite something that he could sit here and talk; if it were any other elderly person of a different constitution, they probably would have died long ago.

"Not bad, good constitution." Chen Yu nodded slightly: "If it were anyone else, they would probably have collapsed by now. You can still hold on; what do you usually use to maintain your health?"

"Fuck, what exactly do you want?" Samuer roared, clutching his blood-soaked thigh.

"This is called deterrence. When negotiating, you hit them until they're dead, destroying the other party's self-confidence and dignity; that way, you have more of an advantage when talking, don't you?" Chen Yu said with a smile: "Didn't you all always use this method before?"

"What exactly... do you want?" Samuer rolled his eyes; he was truly in pain beyond endurance.

"No big demands, I just want you to put away that high and mighty attitude of controlling everything." Chen Yu smiled: "Because I can't stand it."

"My temper is just like this, deal with it," Samuer said hatefully.

Seeing that Chen Yu's gaze was becoming unfriendly again, he immediately turned timid: "Fine, fine, I'll change my temper. You just want me to relinquish power, right? I'll relinquish it."

"You seem much more sensible now," Chen Yu nodded with satisfaction.

Samuer wanted to curse out loud; I've already been shot twice by you, if I'm still not sensible now, am I just waiting for you to continue torturing me?

"Relinquishing power alone isn't enough. After all, you still have many old subordinates in your forces; the moment I leave, you could turn around and make a comeback," Chen Yu said.

"No, there are many people who can replace me. As soon as I relinquish power, someone will immediately step up. Those detestable politicians won't leave a single opportunity."

Samuer shook his head hurriedly; what he said was actually the truth.

He had been in this position for a long time, and quite a few people already had grievances against him, cursing him for why he hadn't died yet.

If he really relinquished power now, someone would immediately come out to replace his position, and they would incidentally cast him into Hell, leaving him beyond redemption.

"Although that's how you put it, I'm still a bit uneasy," Chen Yu sighed: "So, I think it's better if I send you on your way; that way everyone can be at ease."

"Don't do this, I can give you whatever you want," Samuer's tone turned into one of begging.

The tough fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don't care about their Life.

He was high and mighty, and usually, human lives were worth less than ants in his eyes.

But having run into someone like Chen Yu, it was truly his own bad luck.

"You're being so cooperative that it makes me feel a bit embarrassed to take action," Chen Yu looked at him and said helplessly: "I am a very reasonable person; killing someone requires a reason."

"How about you restore that fierce look you had earlier so I have an excuse to kill you?"

"Mr. Chen, let's... not make jokes like this, shall we?" Samuer wore a forced smile; he felt a chill throughout his body, which was due to excessive blood loss.