Chapter 1177
Sextant: Why are you still firing?!
Remembering how Sextant had schemed against her and her mother in the surveillance footage, arrogantly saying he would make them fall in love with him, Ritsuko felt extremely annoyed. But now, seeing him so angry and hysterical, she felt completely relieved, and even her breathing became much easier.
Misato burst out laughing, patted Akagi Naoko on the shoulder, and said with great satisfaction, "That was so satisfying! Look at him, all he can do is yell on the phone. If he's so capable, why doesn't he dare to come and confront Choi?"
Naoko Akagi smiled softly, the seriousness on her face completely disappearing, her eyes filled with relief and comfort. She nodded and echoed, "It really is satisfying. This guy has been scheming for so long, and now it's finally his turn to experience this feeling of being out of control and angry. He only has himself to blame."
The screaming on the other end of the phone continued, piercing and frantic, but Ikari and the others showed no impatience whatsoever. On the contrary, they found it increasingly satisfying, their faces beaming with the joy of "getting revenge." Cui Ming leaned against the control panel, watching the satisfied expressions of the people around him. A barely perceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes. He reached for his phone, glanced at it indifferently, and said impatiently, "Shut up, I'm hanging up."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation. The underground base instantly returned to silence, leaving only the lingering laughter and comfort of the few people.
Hey!
Liufen Yiyuantang is in a panic!
Rokufen Gigen-do is really in a panic!
Driven completely mad by Choi Myung's words "my fiancée," and screaming until his voice was hoarse, how could he possibly hold back? He had only one thought in his mind—to find Choi Myung, to find Ikari Yui, and to take everything back! Without thinking, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the room, jumped into his car, started the engine, and stepped on the gas. His actions were incredibly fast. He turned the steering wheel and sped off towards Choi Myung's house. The crimson in his eyes had not yet faded, and his mind was filled with obsessive urgency.
But he was in such a hurry that he forgot something crucial—he'd been incredibly unlucky lately! So unlucky that he could choke on water, twist his ankle while walking, let alone run like this, fueled by anger and recklessness.
and so……
In his haste to reach Choi Myung as soon as possible, Rokubun Gigendō completely lost his mind. Looking at the empty lane ahead (which was actually the opposite lane), he drove against traffic without thinking. His car was going so fast that it was almost flying. The wheels were screeching as they rolled over the ground. He completely disregarded traffic rules and any potential dangers.
Just as he was speeding down a bend against the flow of traffic, a sleek sports car suddenly appeared from the opposite lane. Its sleek lines and dazzling paint made it look menacing. But this sports car wasn't just cool to look at—it had been personally modified by Cui Ming, its body reinforced to the extreme, as tough as an armored vehicle. It could withstand a collision with an ordinary sedan, or even a small truck, without breaking a sweat.
"Bang--!!!"
A deafening crash followed as the two cars collided violently. Without a doubt, Rokubun Gigendo's ordinary sedan was instantly deformed and dented by the sports car, while he himself, due to the immense impact, was thrown out of the window and crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. Covered in injuries, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he was curled up on the ground in pain, unable to get up for a long time, too weak even to roar.
The sports car that Cui Ming had modified only had a minor scratch on the front, with hardly any paint damage, and remained steadily in place.
Immediately afterward, the sports car door opened, and a lavishly dressed, flamboyant young man stepped out. He patted the hood, his face full of smugness, his tone laced with boastfulness, muttering to himself, "Wow, Cui Ming's modifications are really good! Such a violent impact, and it only has a few scratches. It was definitely worth hiring him!" After muttering to himself, he slowly turned his head to look at Liu Fen Yiyuantang, who was curled up on the ground. His previously mild expression instantly darkened, his eyes filled with rage. He roared at Liu Fen Yiyuantang on the ground, "Damn it!!! You son of a bitch, were you driving the wrong way?! Are you blind or have you lost your mind? How dare you hit my car? You're tired of living! Men! Beat him to a pulp!!! Don't hold back!"
"Yes! Son!"
Several loud responses rang out, and then several tall, fierce-looking men with a menacing aura got out of the back seat and trunk of the sports car. They were clearly not good people, but rather desperados—the young master's bodyguards.
Several bodyguards rushed forward, surrounding Rokufen Gigendo who was still struggling on the ground, and attacked without saying a word. Fists and kicks rained down on Rokufen Gigendo's body, and his screams and the dull thuds of fists hitting flesh instantly echoed along the roadside. Rokufen Gigendo, who was already covered in injuries, was now completely powerless to fight back and could only curl up on the ground, howling in a miserable state.
The young master stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at the bruised and battered Rokufen Yiyuantang on the ground, howling in pain. After only a couple of glances, his brows furrowed tightly. The more he looked, the more displeased he became. This bastard not only drove against his car but also had a sinister face and exuded a disgusting aura. Just looking at him made him feel unlucky.
so.
The young master kicked a pebble on the ground impatiently, and asked his bodyguards with disgust, "Do you have any special methods to deal with him? Don't just beat him up like this, it's too easy on him. I hate looking at him, he needs to learn a lesson he'll never forget!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a burly, muscular man with arms thicker than Rokubun Gigendo's legs immediately approached, a malicious grin on his face. He hurriedly bowed and scraped, saying, "Yes, boss, yes! I guarantee this bastard will never forget this lesson, and he'll never dare to drive recklessly again, never dare to anger you again!"
The young master nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and said impatiently, "Then hurry up, don't get in the way here, find a secluded place and 'entertain' him properly!"
"Understood!" the bodyguards replied in unison. They then stepped forward, grabbed Rokubun Gigendo by the collar like a chick, and, ignoring his struggles and cries, dragged him up and towards a secluded, dark alleyway. Rokubun Gigendo was covered in injuries and had long since lost all his strength. He could only struggle in vain, uttering weak pleas for mercy, but no one paid him any attention.
The alley was dark and damp, without a trace of light. The only sounds were the dragging footsteps of the bodyguards and the wails of the Six-Part Origin Hall, which were particularly jarring.
Subsequently
"Hmph hmph hmph ahh ...
Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream from Rokubungi Gendo echoed through the alley. The voice was hoarse and broken, filled with pain and despair, even more miserable than when he was hit and beaten. It was as if he was enduring the most terrible torture in the world. The scream lasted for a long time before gradually fading away, leaving only intermittent sobs.
Not long after, several bodyguards emerged from the alley, their hands still stained with blood, their faces expressionless. They approached the young master and respectfully reported, "Young master, it's done. As you instructed, we gave him some special treatment that he'll never forget."
The young master nodded in satisfaction, glanced at the dark alley, and said with disdain, "You guys are smart. This kind of scum should be dealt with like this."
Meanwhile, in the alley, Rokufen Gigendo lay curled up on the cold ground, his body convulsing. A massive hemorrhage from his anus stained the ground beneath him. The pain nearly made him faint; he couldn't even move a finger. His eyes were filled with endless agony and despair—he never imagined that simply seeking revenge on Cui Ming would lead to such a miserable end. (End of Chapter)