CHAPTER 687: CHAPTER 279 LIANG YUAN’S RUTHLESSNESS_2

The intense pain made Yang Yi let out a shrill wail.

Liang Yuan said coldly, "If I were you, I wouldn’t talk so much nonsense. You need to understand, I can let you die a quick death or make your life worse than death."

Yang Yi wailed as Liang Yuan’s hand slowly crushed the exposed leg bone.

He screamed in terror, "I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you. Aunt Fang also went up the mountain, but several months ago, when your father went out to farm, Aunt Fang was taken away by the village chief and the others, and she never returned."

"I saw it with my own eyes. Not many people know. Your father suspected, but he had no evidence. Later, because of Yang Duoduo’s matter, he had his arm broken and escaped with Yang Duoduo."

Yang Mei trembled all over and immediately looked at Li Kuirong, who was controlled by Puppet Threads.

"Where’s my mother? Li Kuirong, where’s my mother?"

Liang Yuan flicked the invisible Spirit Threads, and Li Kuirong’s facial expression immediately returned.

At this moment, his face was also full of despair. He stared at Liang Yuan and said, "Who the hell are you?"

Liang Yuan walked over to his few brothers and said, "Answer what you’re asked. One piece of nonsense, and one of your brothers dies."

"Now I’m asking you again, where is Yang Mei’s mother?"

Li Kuirong was slightly silent.

In the next instant, with a cracking sound, Liang Yuan flicked his finger, and Li Kuihua’s neck exploded, his head bursting like a watermelon, blood spilling everywhere.

"Kuihua!"

"You bastard!"

"Fuck you!"

The remaining people roared in anger.

Li Kuirong’s face also changed drastically. He immediately said, "In Jieshi Academy, she was rescued by the people from Jieshi Academy."

Liang Yuan turned his head and carefully looked at Li Kuirong.

Then he walked toward Li Kuifu, grabbing his arm, and said, "You probably don’t know that now every cell in your body is under my control."

"I can actually clearly sense if you are lying."

"Crack—"

With a gentle jerk, Li Kuifu’s arm was instantly torn off like a chicken wing.

With tendons and bones, blood sprayed all over the ground.

Liang Yuan casually threw the arm away, forcibly using telekinesis to stop the bleeding amidst Li Kuifu’s wails.

Then he looked at the pale-faced Li Kuirong and said with a smile, "I’ll give you one more chance. If you lie again this time, I’ll start removing his other organs."

On Li Kuirong’s fat face, courage and despair burned. He couldn’t hold it any longer and roared, "Fuck your mother! If you have the guts, kill me! Lin Fang is long dead, long dead!"

"Hahaha, that old whore! To have a slut like Yang Mei, her body wasn’t half bad either. I played with her to death. What do you say about that, huh? Kill me."

Li Kuirong went for broke and roared wildly.

"Ah—"

Yang Mei, hearing this news, was struck by lightning and immediately screamed, rushing to Li Kuirong and clutching his collar desperately.

Tears flowed from her eyes as she screamed, "You’re lying to me. You’re lying, aren’t you? My mom isn’t dead. My mom isn’t dead, right?"

"Spit, she’s dead. You little slut, who are you showing those big tits to? Your mom’s just like you, a slut. I played her to death!" Li Kuirong sneered and spat.

The spit flew into the air and froze mid-air.

It was Liang Yuan’s telekinesis that stopped it.

With a casual pull, he ripped off Li Kuifu’s scalp with a loud bang.

Horrible screams came from Li Kuifu’s throat.

"Ah—you little bastard, fuck your mother, ah—"

Even as he cursed, Liang Yuan nonchalantly grabbed his neck.

The intense suffocation made Li Kuifu stick out his tongue.

Liang Yuan casually took out a long iron wire and pierced it through his tongue with a squelch.

Then he wrapped the wire around Li Kuifu’s head and tightened it.

He sneered chillingly, "Try cursing again, let me see?"

"Mmm mmm..."

Li Kuifu’s eyes widened fiercely, wanting to speak.

But with a slightest movement, his tongue throbbed in pain, causing him to wail.

Liang Yuan ignored him and walked toward Li Kuirong.

"Your mouth is really filthy, huh? You even spit?"

"You felt pretty good cursing just now. Was it to provoke me into giving you a quick death?"

Li Kuirong’s face turned pale as he opened his mouth, "You... you..."

"It’s okay. I have plenty of time. We can take it slow."

Yang Mei looked at Liang Yuan, her eyes bloodshot, and asked, "Little brother, is he lying? My mom isn’t dead, right?"

Liang Yuan looked at Yang Mei, slightly silent.

Yang Mei immediately understood everything. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

She buried her head in Liang Yuan’s chest and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Mmm mmm..."

Liang Yuan gently patted her on the back, not knowing how to comfort her.

Yang Mei had mentally prepared herself. She knew that in the post-apocalyptic flood disaster, danger was everywhere.

Her father and mother might no longer be alive.

But she never expected her mother to be killed in such a way.

She couldn’t imagine how painful and desperate her mother was before she died.

Liang Yuan said softly, "Sister Mei, leave the rest to me."

Yang Mei, still crying, lifted her head, filled with hatred, and glared at Li Kuirong. "No, I want to kill him. I want to personally kill him."

Liang Yuan pulled her back and said, "He said that to provoke us into giving him a quick death."

"We can’t let him have his way, and we still haven’t found out where your mother’s body is."

Yang Mei paused, wiped away her tears, and gritted her teeth, "You’re right, we can’t let him off easy."