Chapter 1184
You scum deserve to be fed to the dogs
Meanwhile, Cui Ming watched the one-sided massacre on the monitor screen without any emotion on his face, as if he had only dealt with a few insignificant ants.
He slowly stood up, his fingertips lightly tapping the table. A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he officially began his counterattack against those behind-the-scenes elders. Since they dared to assassinate him first, they wouldn't be so ruthless. He would make those elders pay the most painful price.
In fact, this counterattack didn't involve any complicated methods.
With his accurate intelligence and formidable strength, Cui Ming stealthily infiltrated the old people's hiding place like a ghost. Unaware and unprepared, he abducted them one by one, giving them no chance to cry for help or resist.
None of the abducted elderly people had a peaceful end; their deaths were all extremely tragic, and the horror and despair they felt before their deaths were chilling.
Cui Ming did not personally choose the method to end their lives, but instead entrusted this power to the world consciousness. The world consciousness surged with all sorts of chilling and cruel thoughts of punishment, but he remained calm and indifferent, his gaze fixed on the old men, quietly examining their disheveled appearance as they faced death, as if he were just watching a play that had nothing to do with him.
The first person to be punished was one of the masterminds who ordered the assassination of Cui Ming. Before the old man could recover from the chaos of the sudden attack, he was swept away by an invisible force and plunged into the bone-chilling depths of the sea.
The icy seawater instantly engulfed him, the salty liquid filling his nostrils and throat, causing a sharp pain in his chest. He instinctively cried for help, but was only choked by more seawater. He flailed his arms wildly, touching only the thick darkness and cold. His body continued to sink, the pressure of the seawater growing heavier, the feeling of suffocation like an invisible net, tightening little by little until he was almost driven to madness.
His consciousness began to fade, and all he could hear was the muffled sound of the sea and the faint beating of his heart. He had once thought that drowning was a dignified end, but that thought was quickly shattered by the hungry and greedy aura surging from the darkness, and those unknown beings were rapidly approaching him, following his scent.
His pupils contracted sharply, his face turned deathly pale, and his whole body trembled violently. Despair, swallowed by the unknown, gripped his heart tightly. He struggled frantically, but in the face of the vast deep sea, his struggle was insignificant and futile. He could even imagine those creatures in the darkness cutting through the surface of the sea, and with each step closer, his despair deepened.
All that remained in his mind was extreme horror; his former power and resolve had been washed away by the sea. He was nothing more than prey on the verge of death, waiting to die in fear.
A sudden, excruciating pain swept through his body, a pain that penetrated to the bone marrow, as if his limbs were being torn apart. His piercing screams were swallowed by the sea, leaving only faint sobs. He could clearly feel something biting his limbs, the tearing sensation accompanied by excruciating pain, causing his whole body to spasm.
Life slipped away like sand through an hourglass, his strength waned, his body temperature plummeted, and his heartbeat grew weaker and weaker. Those greedy creatures wreaked havoc on his body; each touch and tear brought him one step closer to death. Tears, seawater, and pale red blood mingled together, blurring his consciousness.
"Please...please..." he murmured weakly, his heart screaming wildly, filled with endless humility and despair. He didn't know who to beg for mercy from, only that his heart was filled with the desire to live, and he only wanted to escape this extreme pain and fear.
All that answered him was the icy seawater, the intense pain, and the relentless tearing. Despair overwhelmed him time and time again. He recalled the glory and sins of his life, filled with resentment—he had once possessed everything, yet in the end, he had to end up in such a wretched and painful state.
His consciousness gradually blurred, the excruciating pain became numb, and his senses slowly faded away. He seemed to see the light on the sea and Cui Ming's indifferent face, then all the images shattered into nothingness, and the fear and resentment also faded away.
Finally, his consciousness completely dissipated, and his struggles ceased. Only a faint, strange color remained in the deep sea, slowly spreading and then fading away. Only the seawater remembered that an old man had once lived here, exhausting his life force in endless terror and pain, leaving behind only despair. Above the surface, Cui Ming remained calm, his gaze sweeping across the tranquil waters without a ripple.
The second old man was thrown into an abandoned pig farm by Cui Ming.
The pigs here had been starving for days, their eyes filled with ferocity and greed. Smelling the old man's scent, they swarmed towards him. The old man was thrown onto the cold ground, his body bound tightly, unable to move. Watching the approaching herd of pigs, he was terrified, his body stiff, his teeth chattering, and he let out terrified whimpers. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with horror.
He struggled desperately, trying to break free of the ropes and escape this hellish place, but the ropes were too tight, and his struggles were in vain.
The first pig rushed towards him and bit his arm hard. Its sharp teeth dug deep into his flesh, and the old man let out a shrill scream. His whole body convulsed, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
He could clearly feel his flesh being torn away bit by bit, feel the piercing pain, and hear the sound of the pigs gnawing on bones. The fear of being eaten alive overwhelmed him instantly.
He closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his face, muttering "I was wrong" and "Spare me" over and over again. But the hungry pigs couldn't understand his pleas and continued to devour him frantically.
In the end, amidst endless horror and pain, the old man was devoured by the pigs, leaving only a pool of blood and scattered bones—a truly tragic end.
The third old man was abandoned by Cui Ming in a remote and desolate wilderness.
This place is overgrown with weeds and littered with jagged rocks. Fierce packs of wild dogs roam here year-round, each one agile, with fierce eyes and an aura of violence.
The old man was thrown to the ground and the ropes were untied, but he was already so frightened that he was too weak to stand up. He could only sit on the ground, trembling, with unfocused eyes, looking at the dark surroundings and listening to the howling of wild dogs in the distance. The horror and despair in his heart slowly devoured him.
Soon, a pack of wild dogs followed his scent, circling him and growling, their eyes filled with greed.
The old man was so frightened that he curled up on the ground, covered his head with his hands, and cried and begged for mercy desperately. His body was trembling like a leaf, and his face was completely bloodless, filled only with endless fear.
Without hesitation, one of the wild dogs pounced on him and bit his neck. The old man let out a shrill scream, which was then drowned out by the howling of the wild dogs.
The light in his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer as despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. Finally, his screams faded away, and he died completely, becoming food for a pack of wild dogs. His death was gruesome and horrifying.
Every old man died in extreme agony, enduring the ultimate horror and despair before his death. They were once high above others, controlling their lives and scheming about everything, but in the end, they became the most tragic sacrifices. This was the price they paid for scheming against Cui Ming and trying to get rid of him, and it was also the cruelest revenge Cui Ming gave them.
It's not that Cui Ming is cruel; it's that the world's consciousness has entrusted this to him.
As for Cui Ming, consider it a favor. (End of Chapter)