CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 332 SEVERE PUNISHMENT

"Good eye, you made a decent choice." Xu Ke had already surveyed the surrounding environment when he arrived, just as Sheng Wenhao had said, even if they all died here, no one would know.

A thick sense of malice turned into black threads entering Xu Ke’s mind at this thought. Xu Ke slowly turned his head to look at the few people tied together, his eyes filled with malice, sending out dangerous signals.

"If you’re going to kill us, make it quick. Stop using these sneaky tricks." Their masks had long been removed by Sheng Wenhao, exposing their true faces. The expressions on their faces revealed their emotions to Xu Ke, allowing him to easily guess their thoughts based on their expressions.

The first to speak was someone with a physique resembling Zhu Bajie. Not only that, his features made him look even more like Zhu Bajie, with a fat head and big ears.

Although he was trying hard to show how disdainful he was of the scene before him, his occasional longing glances revealed a lot of emotions.

Xu Ke’s lips curled into a dangerous and mocking smile.

"Trying to play tricks in front of me? You’re not qualified. Since you’re so eager to be the first to stand out, I’ll grant your wish." Xu Ke’s lips curled slightly as he approached the man, looking down at the man whose movement was restricted.

"What? You, looking like a bleached chicken, want to take me on? Do you believe that with your kind of bleached chicken, I can crush ten with one hand? Be smart and let us go, or else when I get out, I won’t let you off easily." The fair and plump man puffed out his flabby belly, speaking with a hint of arrogant pride.

"Let’s wait until you guys manage to escape before you repeat that to me." Xue Ke had barely finished speaking before he reached out and grabbed the man’s neck, lifting him off the ground like a chicken or a duck, without any struggle, with such strength that it left everyone stunned.

No one expected someone who looked as if they could be knocked down with a punch could lift someone weighing nearly 180 pounds. The scene was so surreal that their eyes widened, wanting to see it more clearly.

But the man gripped in Xu Ke’s hand felt panicked deep in his heart. He was already fat, and in his panic, he ended up covered in dirt, making him look like a haggard homeless person, insignificant compared to Xu Ke, like a sewer rat.

"What do you want to do?" The man’s voice carried a hint of tension he couldn’t even notice. The emotions in his eyes changed drastically from just moments ago, even showing a bit of plea, but Xu Ke remained unfazed.

"What do I want to do? Of course, I want to fulfill your suggestion." Xu Ke, amidst the man’s complicated gaze, pulled out a dagger from his waist. Instantly, the complexity disappeared from the man’s eyes, replaced by endless fear. His body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

"Don’t come any closer. If you do, I’ll scream." The man said while scooting back, looking pitiful, resembling a young bride taken away by the local bully.

"You can try. See if anyone will know, see if anyone will come to rescue you."

With a smile that could almost be called gentle, Xu Ke didn’t hesitate to plunge the dagger into the man’s thigh, red blood oozing from the wound, accompanied by the man’s pig-like screams.

"Aw~" The fat on the man’s face trembled continuously. In nearly an instant, cold sweat covered his forehead. No one else expected Xu Ke to act suddenly, being startled by the sudden howl, even the steadiest among them couldn’t help but twitch his eyelid.

But this was far from the end, as Xu Ke used the hand holding the dagger to stir forcefully at the man’s wound. Others couldn’t see what Xu Ke was doing to him but could hear the ever-increasing howls.

Their eardrums and psychological defenses suffered substantial damage and attack. The garage remained silent, with everyone staring intently at the person Xu Ke had dragged out, wanting to know how he ended up.

The only person in the garage who wasn’t worried about anything was Sheng Wenhao, acting as if he knew nothing, indifferent to the cries of pain, solely focused on eating the food in the takeaway box, the chewing sound combined with the man’s gasping making everything seem especially eerie and making the people in the garage increasingly fearful, their fear of the two men rose to a new height.

At the tensest moment for everyone, a chunk of red flesh was picked out by Xu Ke from the man’s thigh and thrown on the ground.

The man, who was just so boastful, now lay on the ground like a dead dog, panting, dirt mixed with sweat smeared on his face, pathetically miserable.

"Is this all you can take? You’re far from being sliced to death over and over, hang in there, I don’t want you dying so quickly." Xu Ke patted the man’s face with the blood-stained dagger, speaking in a calm, unchanging tone.

"I can’t take it anymore; please let me go. I’ll tell you anything you want to know." The man licked his lips, his voice quivering and hoarse as he said.

"Where did you get the information on Yaoyao?" Xu Ke asked as he played with the dagger.

"It was Sheng Hong, it was that old fool Sheng Hong who told us. We’re just paid to do the job; the real instigator is Sheng Hong. Whatever grudge you have, take it to him, don’t come to us, we’re just following orders, please let us go." The man begged Xu Ke with tears on his face, hoping Xu Ke would spare him.

"I already knew what you said, can’t you say something I don’t know?" Xu Ke kicked the man lightly with his toes as he said.

"I..." The man lying on the ground hemmed and hawed, unable to say anything else. The information he knew wasn’t much, all originating from Sheng Hong, he really didn’t know what to say.

Realizing that he wasn’t going to get anything more today, Xu Ke didn’t want to just give them a quick end, thinking about what Lin Mengyao suffered at their hands.

He wanted to leave them alive, to torment them slowly, making them shiver upon hearing his name.

"Useless!" Xu Ke lightly concluded, and the next moment, he did not hesitate but stabbed the dagger into the man’s body once again, this time choosing a spot on his side, not the thigh laden with fat yet less lethal.