Chapter 1199
, 6-point Yiyuan Hall: I want to take the chapter from her!!!
"Liufen Yiyuantang, why don't you take a break?"
The old man speaking had his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his tone was full of undisguised helplessness and genuine concern.
His gaze was fixed on Rokubun Gigendo, and seeing the other's miserable state, he couldn't help but worry—in this state, it was difficult for him to even lie down properly, let alone advance the plan.
Yes, that's how you are now.
Another elderly man with gray hair quickly echoed, leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Sextant's bandages, filled with reluctance and anxiety.
Before she could finish speaking, she had already expressed all her worries, and the rest of her words were stuck in her throat with a feeling of helplessness.
"No! The plan continues; I can't let it be a hindrance."
Rokubun Gigendo's voice was hoarse, as if it had been repeatedly sanded, so faint that it was almost blown away by the wind, yet every word was filled with unquestionable firmness, leaving no room for compromise.
He moved his stiff neck with difficulty, the bandage around his neck was stretched taut, but there was no pain in his eyes, only a stubborn stare fixed on the front, as if he were gazing at Yui Ikari who was far away, or as if he were gazing at the target of his revenge.
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The elderly people in S fell silent instantly, exchanging bewildered glances as they stared speechlessly at the Six Elements Hall before them.
The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with the same helplessness and a hint of bewilderment. Their lips twitched, but in the end, they said nothing.
At this moment, the guy was covered in bandages.
His head was wrapped in thick bandages like a round rice dumpling, with only two bloodshot, cloudy eyes that revealed extreme obsession. Even his breathing seemed extremely heavy, and each inhale felt like he was enduring excruciating pain.
His arms and legs were wrapped in layers of bandages, so thick that his original outline was almost unrecognizable. Even moving a finger was extremely difficult. With the slightest force, faint traces of blood would seep out from the gaps in the bandages, staining the white bandages a light pink.
The main thing is, I was lying in my hospital bed and tried to race the car at the back door, but I couldn't beat it.
It's absurd and laughable to tell anyone: the back door of the ambulance suddenly opened, and he slid out along with the hospital bed. Unfortunately, he ran into an out-of-control car and crashed into it, resulting in this terrible situation.
If it weren't for the unseen intervention of the world's consciousness to protect him and cushion the impact with a small force, he would have been a pile of minced meat under the car wheels long ago, without even a chance for revenge.
The world consciousness lurking in the shadows muttered: This bastard is truly fearless. The more he struggles, the more excited he gets. Even though he's already in such a miserable state, he's still single-mindedly focused on revenge. He deserves to suffer.
However, hatred gave Rokubungigendo power!
That deep-seated hatred, etched into his very bones, acted like a powerful stimulant, sustaining him through all the pain and torment, even easing the intense physical pain.
What does the excruciating pain in his body matter? What does it matter if he's covered in injuries? Even if he has to spend the rest of his life in pain, he doesn't care at all.
All he wants now is revenge! Revenge!!!
She hated Choi Myung, hated him for taking away the beloved Yui Ikari, hated him for making her lose face and feel utterly humiliated, hated him for beating her to a pulp, and hated him even more for having everything she had ever dreamed of.
This overwhelming hatred, like vines, entwined his heart, supporting him so that even though he was covered in bandages and unable to move, he refused to back down or give up in the slightest.
He wants
Take back Yui!!!
These three words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an overwhelming obsession and unwillingness. His voice was hoarse but unusually powerful, echoing in the empty room, revealing a desperate madness.
He clenched his fists tightly, even as the bandages stretched taut, even as the wound was torn and the pain became unbearable, even as his knuckles turned white from the force, he refused to loosen his grip even slightly.
What is his, and can only be his! It has been his from the beginning, and it must remain his forever!
No one can take him away, not even Choi Myung! Even if it costs him his life, he will take Ikari Yui back from Choi Myung and make Choi Myung pay a terrible price.
The elderly people were deeply moved by the story of Liufenyiyuantang, a man with a disability but a strong will.
The initial speechlessness and incomprehension gradually gave way to a touch of emotion. Seeing his appearance, even their tone softened. They knew that Sextant was obsessive, crazy, and even somewhat irrational, and that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. They often disagreed with his methods.
But at this moment, seeing him covered in injuries and struggling to move, yet still unwilling to give up his obsession and still trying his best to win back the person he cares about, a touch of emotion and respect welled up in my heart.
"Oh well, never mind."
One of the elderly men sighed softly, the helplessness in his voice fading considerably, replaced by a hint of compromise and heartache. He reached out and gently patted Sextant's shoulder, his movements so gentle as if afraid of hurting him.
"We'll help you and try our best not to delay the plan, but you have to promise us that you won't push yourself so hard anymore. Take good care of your injuries first. As long as you're alive, you can always make a comeback."
Rokufen Gigendo did not turn around, but nodded slightly. His neck movements were still difficult, but the obsession and hatred in his eyes remained undiminished and unwavering.
He was willing to risk everything to get back Wei and avenge Choi Myung; he would endure any amount of pain and pay any price to achieve his goal.
Even knowing that Wei has already
He's already had a relationship with Cui Ming! He doesn't care!!!
The obsession in Rokufen Gigendo's eyes overwhelmed all the humiliation and resentment, leaving only a humble, dust-like yearning.
Those betrayals and estrangements that others find unacceptable seem to be insignificant to him.
He didn't even dare to think deeply about how much tenderness he had shared with Cui Ming, nor did he dare to think about those times he had never experienced.
As long as I can get back to him, it doesn't matter even if the child isn't his!
He screamed inwardly, his tone full of compromise and humility, not daring to have even the slightest extravagant desire.
It doesn't matter whose child it is, nor does it matter if he has ever loved anyone else; he just wants a chance to stay with her.
Even if he could only be the most inconspicuous person by her side, even if he could only watch her from afar, he would be willing to do so.
In a sense, Sextant is the ultimate simp.
The world consciousness in the shadows watched him like this and couldn't help but mutter to itself: For someone who doesn't love him, he's so humble that he has no bottom line. It's both pathetic and laughable.
Even the elderly people in S would probably sigh if they knew what he was thinking.
Unfortunately, this Yui Ikari wasn't the one he knew.
The person he tried his best and exhausted his energy to win back was never, from the very beginning, the gentle, patient, and silently supportive Yui Ikari he remembered.
All his obsessions, all his madness, all his humility were entrusted to a non-existent phantom.
Moreover, Yui Ikari, whom Choi Myung knew, also felt that Rokubun Gigendo was very unreasonable.
Yui Ikari, who was by Choi Myung's side, had never met Rokubun Gigendo, nor had she ever had any interaction with him.
She couldn't understand why this man, covered in wounds and with a crazed look in his eyes, was so determined to take her away from Cui Ming.
His paranoia, his madness, his inexplicable obsessions—in her eyes, all that remained was absurdity and incomprehensibility.
All she knew was that Cui Ming was the one who would treat her gently and protect her, while Liu Fen Yi Yuan Tang was just a stranger who made her feel troubled and uneasy.
Rokubungi Gendo would never know until his death that what he had risked everything for was never truly his. (End of Chapter)