CHAPTER 184: CHAPTER 184 IS THERE STILL TRUST IN THE WORLD (3)_1

The middle-aged man’s voice grew colder with each word. With a SMACK, his hands fiercely struck the backrest of the chair, and Shangguan You felt the entire floor tremble several times. A dangerous aura rushed toward her.

This man is very dangerous, Shangguan You became even more certain of this. She unconsciously stepped back a few paces, her clear and innocent eyes fixed silently on the middle-aged man.

"Master, she must not be killed right now."

"HMPH! No one can stop me from killing who I want to kill!" the middle-aged man roared. His furious bellow made Shangguan You’s ears ring. Why does this old man want to kill me? I don’t remember ever offending him, do I?

Shangguan You voiced her question, her voice frail, weak, and even trembling slightly as it echoed through the great hall. "Um, I’d like to ask, how exactly did I offend all of you? Why did you capture me?"

Her question made the middle-aged man glare at her, his eyes wide with fury.

"HMPH! You still have the nerve to ask? Bring the person up here and let her die knowing why!" the middle-aged man bellowed, his voice reverberating several times through the hall. Shangguan You looked bewilderedly at the people before her, their bodies quivering with fear. She, the one about to be killed, wasn’t afraid. What on earth were these people so scared of? She couldn’t help but shake her head at these cowering men in black. Honestly, what is there to fear?

she thought, utterly speechless.

Two men in black withdrew, and once more, tranquility returned to the grand hall. Shangguan You’s eyes darted around. Outside, it was pitch black. Even with her excellent eyesight, she couldn’t tell where this place was. Besides, many wealthy people like to build their villas halfway up mountains. Villas like this are numerous, so I can’t be certain of my location, she mused.

The middle-aged man seated at the head of the hall gestured broadly, and the black-clad men respectfully retreated to both sides. Shangguan You clearly sensed everyone heave a collective sigh of relief the moment the middle-aged man waved his hand.

A moment later, only Shangguan You and the middle-aged man remained in the grand hall. The hall seemed even more spacious now. Combined with the man’s venomous, devouring gaze fixed on her, Shangguan You couldn’t help but feel a chill creep down her spine.

"What? Scared now?" the middle-aged man sneered coldly, his voice laced with heavy murderous intent. "When you were rescuing someone back then, you didn’t seem to know what fear was, did you?"

"I’m very timid by nature and have never rescued anyone. Please let me go," Shangguan You pleaded, feigning terror, her voice choked with sobs. "SOB, SOB... I’m so scared." She was cursing this old man to high heaven in her mind. The only time she’d ever acted like a hero, the only person she’d saved, wasn’t that Zhuge Feng? Could this old man be connected to Zhuge Feng?

But how could Zhuge Feng, such an adorable little boy, be related to this sinister old man? Shangguan You was thoroughly confused. Could it be about Meiyi and her four companions from that night?

"HMPH! You’re already scared, and nothing has even happened yet. If you actually get scared to death when things really start, then you’d be truly useless."

"AH! You’re going to scare me to death!" Shangguan You screamed, instinctively backing away towards the door. She had only taken a few steps back when she fell into a gentle embrace.

"I’m here. I will protect you." Hearing the familiar voice, Shangguan You relaxed, and her suspicions grew stronger.

She looked up and met Zhuge Feng’s glistening eyes. At this moment, they held no trace of the heart-wrenching sorrow she usually saw, only intense hatred and murderous intent. Was this the real Zhuge Feng?

"Zhuge Feng," Shangguan You called out softly, allowing his arms to hold her tightly. It seemed her guess was correct; Zhuge Feng’s identity was indeed not simple. Judging by the cruel methods of these people, Zhuge Feng was probably no saint either.

"With me here, you have nothing to fear. I will protect you," Zhuge Feng said firmly. Then, holding her close, he walked step by step towards the center of the hall.

"Fengfeng, have you made your decision?" the threatening voice from the head of the hall rang out again, this time aimed at Zhuge Feng, not Shangguan You.

"Young Master, the Master is only thinking of your well-being," a group of five, Meiyi’s men, appeared behind Zhuge Feng, all urging him on. "If this girl hadn’t meddled during the trial, you wouldn’t have suffered like this. As long as you personally kill her, Young Master, it will be as if nothing ever happened. You will always be our Young Master, destined to be the next head of the Inferno Sect." Shangguan You hadn’t erased their memories of that night’s events. However, after their encounter with that deviant Ye Sanshao, their recollection of Shangguan You and everything that happened that night had been completely wiped.

To them, Shangguan You was currently just a useless young lady from a wealthy family. Since they thought so, she naturally wouldn’t disappoint them. She would play the part of a delicate, weak heiress to the hilt, lowering their guard. This would make it easier for her to make a stunning move when the time came, she plotted.

Yet, hearing the words of Meiyi’s men, Shangguan You’s heart leaped into her throat. Damn it! So these people had kidnapped her for Zhuge Feng to kill? She sneered inwardly. She hadn’t used any talismans on Zhuge Feng, nor did she intend to. Zhuge Feng was the first person she had chosen to trust. Would he now personally point a gun at her forehead? Was she gambling? Gambling that true affection and trust still existed in this world?

"Fengfeng, although this woman saved your life, you’ve also opened a private restaurant in Beijing for her. The debt of gratitude has been paid; the obligation settled. Now that your inner demon has been exorcised, you must reclaim it to once again become the Young Master of the Inferno Sect. Kill her," Zhuge Ao’s voice, now laced with a feigned affection, was a stark contrast to his earlier furious, murderous tone. It was soothing, almost compelling one to obey.

Zhuge Ao slowly walked down from his seat, a black handgun appearing in his hand. He placed it directly into Zhuge Feng’s hand, then guided Zhuge Feng’s hand to aim the barrel squarely at Shangguan You’s forehead.