Chapter 6773
Are you sure you'll let me go?
Li Fengyuan's body was limp and he couldn't move a single finger. He could only lie helplessly on the ground like a dying fish, panting heavily. Each breath felt like it was tearing apart his broken lungs.
Xiao Chen looked at Li Fengyuan, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, and slowly squatted down.
His movements were calm and graceful, as if everything was under his control.
He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket; the packaging was exquisite and high-end, gleaming faintly in the dim light.
He deftly pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter from another pocket.
With a "click," the lighter ignited, and the orange-red flame leaped up, illuminating his cold face, which was as resolute and stern as a sculpture.
At the same time, it also illuminated Li Fengyuan's blood-stained face. That once arrogant and domineering face was now filled with pain and terror, his features distorted beyond recognition.
"You know what? The game has only just begun."
Xiao Chen exhaled a puff of smoke, which swirled in front of him like a mysterious veil, making his face appear even more enigmatic.
His voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless chill. Every word was like a cold dagger, piercing Li Fengyuan's heart.
Li Fengyuan struggled to lift his head; blood blurred his vision, turning his world a crimson red.
The violent coughing caused him to vomit more blood, and each breath was accompanied by excruciating pain. A "hoarse" sound came from his throat, as if the bellows were leaking air.
He never imagined that he, a grandmaster with a renowned reputation in the martial arts world, and revered by countless people, would suffer such a miserable defeat, like a stray dog at the mercy of others.
His heart was filled with regret and resentment, but it was all too late to undo the damage.
Xiao Chen's expression was cold and stern. His slender fingers skillfully extinguished the still-sparkling cigarette in his hand. Then, his eyes sharpened, and he pressed the still-warm cigarette butt hard against the back of Li Fengyuan's hand.
With a "sizzle" sound, the pungent smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air.
The scalding cigarette butt, like a demon's brand, relentlessly gnawed at Li Fengyuan's skin. Li Fengyuan convulsed violently in pain, his body spasming uncontrollably. His features were contorted with the excruciating agony, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
But he gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "You're dreaming!"
His voice was resolute, but a sliver of hope remained in his heart, fantasizing that a turning point might appear, that reinforcements might arrive, or that Xiao Chen might suddenly soften his heart.
"My tolerance has its limits."
Xiao Chen's voice was as cold as if it came from an ice cellar, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, a glint as sharp as a tangible blade, making people shudder.
Without hesitation, he raised his foot and, with immense force, stomped heavily on Li Fengyuan's face.
With a muffled thud, the blue brick floor groaned underfoot, as if it were crying out in pain.
Li Fengyuan felt as if his skull was about to be crushed. The immense pressure was like an invisible mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His vision began to blur, and Xiao Chen's figure in his sight became swaying.
He wanted to resist, a surge of indomitable anger welling up within him, and he tried to mobilize the remaining true energy in his body to gather his last strength for a counterattack.
However, faced with Xiao Chen's terrifying strength, all his struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree, so insignificant and powerless. His hands scratched wildly at the ground, blood seeping from under his fingernails, and his legs kicked incessantly, but all of this was in vain. Xiao Chen's feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, firmly pressing down on his face without the slightest loosening.
Between life and death, countless thoughts flashed through Li Fengyuan's mind, playing out rapidly in his mind like a movie.
He recalled the efforts he had made in his cultivation over the years, the countless days and nights of hard work, and the many times he had teetered on the brink of life and death, all in order to improve his strength.
Having finally cultivated to the Grandmaster level, he had earned a place in the martial arts world and was respected and feared by many.
He was unwilling to die like this, unwilling to let his years of hard work go to waste, unwilling to disappear from this world silently.
However, he also knew that once he revealed the secret, he might face even more terrible retribution.
Those who have vested interests with him, those who covet his status and wealth, will certainly not let him off easily.
They might pounce on him like wolves and tear him to shreds.
But at this moment, looking at the undisguised killing intent in Xiao Chen's eyes, that killing intent, as cold as a tangible light, made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart.
Feeling the increasing weight beneath his feet, as if death were closing in on him step by step, he knew he had no choice.
If he doesn't answer, only death awaits him. Death means the end of everything; his dreams, his ambitions, his glory will all vanish.
If he answers, there might still be a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Xiao Chen will keep his promise and let him go, and perhaps he will have a chance to start over.
In this moment of intertwined pain and fear, memories flooded his mind like a tide—secrets hidden in the darkness, untold deals, and shady dealings—seemingly about to be revealed as he opened his mouth…
In the confined space, the air was filled with an overwhelming, pungent stench of blood, a smell so offensive it was nauseating, as if the very breath of death itself was spreading unchecked.
At the same time, a sense of decay was also mixed in, like the old and decayed things piled up over countless years.
The cobwebs piled up in the corner swayed gently under the dim light. The fine threads were like shackles woven by time. Every now and then, a few cockroaches would quickly crawl across, their shiny bodies flashing in the light, adding to the eeriness and horror.
Li Fengyuan's back was pressed tightly against the damp, moss-covered wall. The stickiness and moisture of the moss seeped through his clothes and corroded his skin, making him shiver involuntarily.
His throat bobbed violently, each movement accompanied by tension and fear, as if a huge stone was stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet space.
"If I tell you, are you sure you'll let me go?"
Li Fengyuan's voice was hoarse and trembling, like the sound of a broken bellows, filled with fear and pleading.
Each word seemed to be squeezed out with all his might from between his teeth.
His eyes were filled with panic and unease as he kept scanning Xiao Chen, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the other's expression. (End of Chapter)