CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 265: THE FURIOUS SOUL

"I... won’t talk!" The words were squeezed from between the man’s teeth, each one seemingly carrying all of his stubbornness and persistence. His face was flushed red, clearly under immense pressure in this tense standoff.

Luo Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly, his grip unconsciously tightening. He looked down at the man resisting fiercely, his voice tinged with urgency, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you? Killing you now wouldn’t violate any rules!" His voice was cold and firm, like a sharp sword aimed at the man’s heart.

However, faced with such a threat, the man simply closed his eyes, a look of relief spreading across his face. "Heh heh... Kill me, kill me and I’ll be freed..." His voice was low and weak, yet it revealed a deep despair and exhaustion.

Luo Chen couldn’t help but pause, scrutinizing the man’s expression, trying to find any sign of pretense. But he was disappointed. In the man’s expression, there was only endless bitterness and determination, without a trace of fear or avoidance.

This made Luo Chen start to doubt. Could it be that this man had really grown weary of life and sought release through death? But if he truly wanted to die, why did he attack me before? This contradiction deepened the confusion in Luo Chen’s heart.

He let go of his hand, his expression returning to its usual calm. However, within his heart, the waves had not yet settled. It seemed this man still harbored more secrets. These secrets might be the key to unraveling the contradictions in his actions.

Luo Chen quietly watched the man, trying to capture more information from his expression. And at that moment, the man opened his eyes, looking at Luo Chen, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Why didn’t you kill me?" The man asked somewhat puzzled, his voice tinged with confusion and resentment.

Luo Chen shook his head, his expression still indifferent. He seemed to see a self-destructive attitude towards survival in this man, which made him feel contempt. Yet he also sympathized with the man because he saw the despair and helplessness in his eyes.

"I don’t kill people who can’t fight back." Luo Chen said flatly, his voice void of any emotional fluctuation.

However, this sentence seemed to anger the man. He abruptly straightened up, attempting to attack Luo Chen. But his movements were easily defused by Luo Chen. Luo Chen stretched out a leg, firmly stepping on the man’s chest, pressing him down.

"Listen carefully," Luo Chen released his foot, his tone becoming very calm, "I don’t care who you are, or what you’ve done before, but if you threaten us again, I will kill you without hesitation. Do you understand?" His voice, though calm, conveyed an unquestionable authority and determination.

The man lay on the ground, gasping for breath, glaring angrily at Luo Chen. The fire of anger burned fiercely in his heart, yet he understood he was no match for Luo Chen now. He had no choice but to swallow his anger and resentment, burying the humiliation deep inside.

Luo Chen observed the man’s reaction, a cold smile forming in his heart. He knew this man did not truly submit to him but was intimidated by his strength. But it didn’t matter as long as he adhered to the rules and didn’t cause more trouble.

Yet, the secrets this man harbored troubled Luo Chen. What stories and motives was he hiding? This required further investigation and understanding, but Luo Chen knew it wouldn’t be easy. He needed patience and wisdom to uncover this mystery. Meanwhile, he had to stay alert in case the man attempted another ambush or threatened his teammates. In this silent struggle, who would ultimately be the victor remained to be seen with time.

The man bit his teeth hard, veins bulging on his forehead like angry dragons, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Luo Chen’s retreating figure, shouting angrily, "Damn it, you look down on me!"

Luo Chen paused his steps but did not turn back, merely saying indifferently, "I don’t look down on you; it’s you who look down on yourself." His voice was calm and firm, like an invisible sharp sword, piercing straight into the man’s heart.

After speaking, Luo Chen continued walking in the direction Carefree Meng Lan had left. His steps were steady and strong, each one seemingly declaring to the world his resilience and endurance, leaving the man behind, his emotions of anger and resentment intertwining, almost suffocating him.

Watching Luo Chen’s figure gradually fade into the distance, the man suddenly raised his fist and slammed it hard onto the ground. Instantly, a dull sound echoed, and dust rose from the point of impact. From his mouth came a roar of unwillingness, as if to vent all his humiliation and anger.