Chapter 241: You Have to Pay the Price

"I was just playing around, how is that abuse? I gave her money when she left." He Hu was stunned, not understanding what Chen Yu meant.

"She is dead." The gun in Chen Yu's hand pointed at He Hu's temple, and he said coldly: "Her parents are gone, and the reason she went to the nightclub was because she had a four-year-old sister who was ill and needed money."

"Now that her sister has no relatives or friends, this debt must be settled on your head."

"Chen Yu, I didn't know, I really didn't know it would be like this, I didn't mean to play her to death, I was just venting a little." Large beads of sweat fell from He Hu's forehead.

His brother had warned him not to look for trouble with Chen Yu without He Wei's nod, because Chen Yu was a madman; if he went to find Chen Yu, he would really be killed by Chen Yu.

Now there was no one else in the room, and Chen Yu was holding a gun to his head again; he was truly a little afraid now.

"Right, you didn't mean for her to die, you just wanted to vent your perverted and twisted psychology." Chen Yu's voice instantly became eerie: "But I want to kill someone now, what should I do?"

"Chen Yu, I can pay, I can give her sister a lot of money. She was just a woman who worked in a nightclub, an ordinary person; she isn't worth you going to such great lengths against me."

"My brother knows many big shots overseas; they have private armies, even tanks. If you dare to touch me, he will definitely fight you to the death," He Hu hissed.

"Is that so? Heh, He Hu, I'm afraid there are some things you haven't figured out." Chen Yu laughed: "No matter what her status was, in my eyes, she was a living, breathing life."

"I don't ask for much, a life for a life, it's that simple." Chen Yu dropped the gun and grabbed a Dagger with his backhand.

He stabbed it fiercely into He Hu's thigh, while simultaneously covering He Chen's mouth.

"Mmph..." He Chen struggled violently; this stab made him feel like he was dying of agony.

"This is boring. How about we play something interesting?" Chen Yu threw away the Dagger; he had originally intended to torture this guy, but he felt that was meaningless.

"A Fu." Chen Yu called out.

A flash of green smoke appeared, and A Fu, dressed in Republic-era attire, emerged: "What for?"

"Possess this guy, take a knife and stab yourself for fun, and when you've had enough, jump off the building." Chen Yu pointed at He Hu.

"I don't want to, it hurts." A Fu shook his head.

"It hurts? One roast chicken, plus a bottle of Moutai." Chen Yu said.

"Two chickens, two bottles." A Fu gritted his teeth.

"Deal." Chen Yu nodded: "Think of ways to torture him; if you play well, there's a bonus."

"He has an Amulet on him, I can't get close." A Fu said.

Chen Yu ripped open He Hu's collar, threw a piece of Jade from his chest onto the ground, and crushed it with his foot.

A Fu turned and transformed into a wisp of green smoke, drilling into He Hu's body.

He Hu's body stiffened, then he stood up abruptly and walked out, limping.

Chen Yu sneered, took out a small bottle, collected some of the fresh blood He Hu had dripped on the ground, and turned to leave.

At night, in a private hospital, He Wei rushed to the scene.

He saw that He Hu's table was covered with food, and he was wolfing down the items on the table.

The table was filled with various meats, various wines, and various delicacies; this guy had been eating non-stop for two hours.

"Ahu." He Wei was furious; he pulled He Hu up and shouted: "What are you doing? Do you want to stuff yourself to death?"

"Brother... I... I don't want to either, but I can't stop, Chen Yu... Chen Yu did something to me." He Wei said with a mournful face.

"Chen Yu did this? What did he do to you?" He Wei was furious; he grabbed He Hu and asked.

"I, I don't know, Brother, I want to eat, I..." He Hu said, desperately lunging toward the table, as if the food on the table held infinite temptation for him.

"Tie him up." He Wei ordered decisively.

Several bodyguards stepped forward and forcibly tied He Hu up.

He Hu struggled desperately; suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on his own tongue.

Ah... He Hu screamed, and half of his tongue fell out of his mouth; he had actually bitten off his own tongue by sheer force.

"Ahu, what's wrong with you? What's happened to you?" He Wei looked at his younger brother in shock; he turned and roared: "Go call a doctor, go call a doctor quickly."

A moment later, the doctor rushed over, and after a few injections of strong sedative, He Hu finally had a moment of peace.

"What's going on? What's wrong with my brother?" He Wei roared at a doctor.

"Mr. He, please don't get excited. According to our preliminary judgment, your brother has developed mental issues. His previous hospitalization record is still here; perhaps, perhaps it's because he lost his male characteristics, so his heart cannot accept this fact." The doctor said in a panic.

"What should I do in this situation now?" He Wei grabbed the doctor by the collar.

"This, although we are a psychiatric department here, we aren't professional enough after all. I suggest... you transfer him. I know a very good psychiatrist, I..."

"Shut up." Before the doctor could finish, He Wei slapped him to the ground and roared: "How could my brother be mentally ill? You useless thing, I'm going to kill you today."

"Mr. He, I really have tried my best; I really have no other way." The doctor said with a mournful face; he only wanted to get away from He Wei now.

"Chen Yu, you bastard, I should have just killed you." He Wei paced back and forth in the room.

Suddenly, He Hu on the bed sat up abruptly, his right hand grabbing a scalpel.

Several bodyguards were startled and hurriedly blocked He Wei, fearing He Hu would lash out and hurt someone.

"Ahu, what do you want to do?" He Wei was startled; the large dose of sedative just now only made him quiet for a moment. What on earth was wrong with him?

"I don't know, save me, Brother..." He Hu's tongue was severed, and his speech was slurred.

He sobbed stammeringly; suddenly, he grabbed the sharp scalpel and stabbed it fiercely into his own thigh.

He screamed, pulled out the scalpel, and stabbed himself desperately, as if this body were not his own.

"Stop him quickly, hurry." He Wei was furious; were the people around him all idiots?

A group of people rushed up, and several strong men forcibly snatched the knife from He Hu's hand; in the struggle, He Hu even stabbed several people.

He was firmly tied to the bed, and several doctors scrambled to bandage him.

"Mr. He, an old man has arrived outside, saying he can solve your problem." A bodyguard walked in hurriedly.

"Why haven't you invited him in yet?" He Wei roared; he didn't care who the person was anymore, as long as he could save his brother, anything was fine.

A thin, withered old man walked in; the old man was not tall, his skin was dark, and he was so thin he looked like skin and bones. If you didn't look closely, you would think there was a Dried Corpse standing in front of you.