However, Su Chen was unaware of what was transpiring. At this moment, Qin Yu wasn't pretending or putting on any facade. Moreover, he had no schemes in play. He was genuinely battered and bruised, having just taken a severe beating without any chance to fight back. Chen Kai didn't overly torment Qin Yu, merely discarding him carelessly in a dim corner not far from the hotel. From his position, Qin Yu could see the people passing by, yet none of them noticed him.
Thinking about his current miserable state, rage swelled within Qin Yu's heart. He was, after all, a respected War God, especially overseas. When had he ever faced such humiliation? Such insults? But since his return to China, he felt he had endured enough of these affronts and could tolerate them no longer.
Interestingly, because Su Chen had shown restraint earlier, Qin Yu hadn't suffered significant injuries. His immobility was primarily due to the effect of a drug he had been administered. Nevertheless, given his unique physique, Qin Yu managed to gradually counteract the drug's effect. Suppressing his pain, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
On the other end was his most trusted subordinate, Lai En. "No matter the cost," Qin Yu declared, "I want Su Chen dead by tomorrow." However, Lai En responded with caution, "But sir, wouldn't that be too risky? From my perspective, trying to kill Su Chen now would not be a wise move."
At this moment, Qin Yu's fury towards Su Chen had already reached its breaking point. "I've said it, no matter what method is used, I want Su Chen dead. Do it now!" With all his might, Qin Yu roared in anger. "Understood, my lord. I will take care of it immediately."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Yu felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest, venting his pent-up anger. In his eyes, everything was Su Chen's fault. Once Su Chen was dead, both Zhang Li and that woman Chen Yuxin would be completely under his control. By now, Qin Yu was eagerly anticipating the sight of Su Chen with nowhere to bury his body.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure quietly appeared. Without a word, this person lifted Qin Yu, taking him to an even darker alleyway. At this moment, Qin Yu felt a sense of familiarity from the stranger's aura. Elated, he quickly spoke up, "Number Seven, is that you?"
Ever since Qin Yu returned to China, he had felt that something was amiss. Especially after Zhao Menghan's escape, his sense of danger had grown. Thus, he immediately called back all his forces to China. Among them, the most formidable was a group called "Seven Stars Tomb." Number Seven was someone Qin Yu trusted most. Just before, he had sent a distress signal to him. The familiar aura was unmistakably reminiscent of times past.
Naturally, Qin Yu assumed that this person was "Number Seven". However, in response to Qin Yu's query, the figure remained silent. Illuminated by the dim glow of a streetlamp, a face with delicate, modern features reminiscent of a melon seed emerged.
With a perfectly proportioned figure and a sharp aura, she looked like a dignified, graceful statue of the Goddess of Mercy. Every inch the regal queen, she was none other than Zhao Menghan, once the most formidable assassin under Qin Yu.
Her presence here was driven by her concern for Su Chen. Being familiar with the events of a past life, Zhao Menghan knew that tonight, Su Chen was on the brink of making a grave error. Such a mistake would result not only in him getting a severe beating from Qin Yu but could also plunge the entire Su family into dire straits.
Zhao Menghan would, of course, never let such an event transpire. She had been tailing them the entire time, aiming to prevent the looming disaster. Yet she noticed some changes in Chen Yuxin. Instead of Su Chen being beaten, it was Qin Yu who ended up battered and bruised. Although she harbored some doubts, once she was sure that Su Chen was unharmed, her concerns were alleviated. At the very least, this version of Chen Yuxin did not seem to harbor any intentions of harming Su Chen.
Gazing down at Qin Yu on the ground, Zhao Menghan's eyes radiated an intense, murderous intent.
Due to his weakened state, Qin Yu struggled even to lift his head and consequently, could not clearly see Zhao Menghan's face. He mistakenly believed that she was "Number Seven", a loyal subordinate of his. In a tone tinged with annoyance, Qin Yu exclaimed, "Number Seven, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take me to the hospital."
Zhao Menghan's eyes flashed with a mysterious and menacing glint. "There's no need for a hospital," she retorted. "I can handle your problem right here."
Hearing her words, a chill ran down Qin Yu's spine as he realized that something was amiss. "Who are you?" he demanded, attempting to lift his head in anger. However, before he could fully articulate his thoughts, a streak of white brilliance suddenly flashed before him.
Without any hesitation, a dagger filled with a potent aura was ruthlessly thrust into Qin Yu's thigh, showing no mercy. The agonized scream that escaped Qin Yu's lips was quickly silenced when Zhao Menghan skillfully struck a pressure point, rendering him mute. While he could no longer vocalize his pain, the torment he felt inside was immeasurable.
Under normal circumstances, ordinary weapons might have wounded Qin Yu, but he could bear the pain. However, Zhao Menghan's dagger was forged from a unique material, and its blade was coated with a toxin capable of destroying human nerves. What seemed like a simple stab was incredibly potent in reality. Even though Qin Yu had faced countless challenges and injuries during his overseas conquests, he was ill-equipped to endure this excruciating pain. Yet, Zhao Menghan showed no signs of showing any mercy.
With a methodical precision, Zhao Menghan sliced repeatedly at Qin Yu. Her movements were precise and elegant; even though each cut brought with it piercing pain, none of them were lethal. Indeed, her blade skills had reached a mesmerizing level of mastery.
Gazing at the tormented Qin Yu, there wasn't a trace of pity in her eyes. She remembered all the deeds of Qin Yu from his past life. It was a debt of blood, and she intended it to be repaid in kind.
She had no intention of letting Qin Yu live peacefully. Before long, he was riddled with wounds. If it weren't for his extraordinary resilience and physical constitution, he likely would have perished by now. However, Qin Yu wasn't faring well either, feeling lightheaded and sensing his life force gradually ebbing away.
Yet, Zhao Menghan did not want to kill Qin Yu just yet. He still had significant utility to her. She needed him to unlock the secrets of the Kunlun Jade Pendant. More importantly, she wanted Su Chen to exact his own revenge on Qin Yu.
Even though she wouldn't kill him, Zhao Menghan wouldn't easily let this despicable man go either. She contemplated gouging out his eyes, repulsed by his lecherous gaze. But that seemed insufficient. As she pondered, an excellent idea suddenly came to her mind.
Moments later...
Qin Yu had completely lost consciousness, and if it weren't for his faint breathing, one would think he was dead. Pleased with her actions, Zhao Menghan swiftly departed. Time was of the essence, and she needed to return home before Su Chen did.
Soon after Zhao Menghan left, several individuals dressed in black arrived in the alley. "Sir, what happened to you?" they exclaimed, rushing to aid the blood-covered Qin Yu, deeply concerned for his safety. Among them was Qin Yu's most trusted subordinate, Number Seven.
However, at that moment, Qin Yu had no strength to respond. He weakly gestured towards his lower body. Upon seeing what had happened, Number Seven was instantly horrified. No matter how grievously Qin Yu was injured, there was usually a chance for recovery. But an attack to such a vital area left the men present shivering in cold fear.
"That's just too cruel!" one exclaimed. "What kind of grudge would lead to such an action?" That was the sole thought in everyone's minds. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and sympathy for Qin Yu. Such an injury was symbolic of a man's dignity and pride. Yet, despite the excruciating pain he must have felt, Qin Yu hadn't let out a scream.
Such a heroic and stalwart demeanor was more than enough to inspire and serve as a lesson for them.