97: Don't Kill Him

Was old Wu insane? Had he forgotten to take his medicine? Why else would he try to strike him and say something like that?

Luo Tianyao was about to speak, but old Wu clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Shen Yifei. "Mr. Shen Yifei, this Luo Tianyao is a terrible person. He used to threaten and coerce me, which is why I made some mistakes. But I promise, I will turn over a new leaf!"

Luo Tianyao was so shocked that he fell backward onto the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at old Wu as if he no longer recognized him. He stammered, "Old Wu, how could you..."

"Silence, Luo Tianyao! I would never associate with a scumbag like you!"

Old Wu's wrinkled face was filled with panic. He thought to himself, "Luo Tianyao, you idiot. Of all the people to provoke, you chose this kind of powerful monster. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! I want to live a few more years!"

Shen Yifei smiled, finding old Wu's pathetic display amusing. Still, for a martial cultivator (a person who trains their body and spirit to wield supernatural power), being this cowardly was truly a rarity.

Luo Tianyao wasn't a fool. He quickly understood why old Wu was acting this way.

From the look of fear on old Wu's face when he looked at Shen Yifei, Luo Tianyao had deduced a terrifying truth: old Wu was afraid of Shen Yifei! There could only be one reason for this: Shen Yifei was more powerful than old Wu! Luo Tianyao's scalp tingled with terror. All of his arrogance vanished, replaced by desperate pleading. "Sh... Shen Yifei, let's talk this out! Just let me go, and I'll agree to anything!"

Shen Yifei's face was devoid of expression as he took a step forward. Luo Tianyao's body trembled, his eyes filled with bottomless dread.

"S... spare me! I can give you anything you want! I swear I won't lay a finger on Su Muqing ever again, and I can give you a huge sum of money..."

Shen Yifei's voice was cold as ice. "A minute has passed, Luo Tianyao. You can go and repent in an urn of ashes!"

With that, Shen Yifei formed a claw with his hand, preparing to strike Luo Tianyao.

"Sh... Shen Yifei, no... don't kill him!" Su Muqing, still in his arms, weakly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Shen Yifei's brows furrowed. He turned his head to look at the sweating Su Muqing. "This man deserves to die. He did that to you. Give me one reason not to kill him."

"Shen Yifei, don't! You... if you kill him, we'll be in trouble," Su Muqing said, trying to maintain her sanity as she panted heavily.

Seeing Su Muqing's distress, Shen Yifei sighed. He knew that killing Luo Tianyao would cause a huge problem. But he couldn't let his anger go.

Luo Tianyao was the heir to the Luo family. Besides, the room was probably equipped with cameras, and whatever happened would eventually be revealed. If Shen Yifei killed Luo Tianyao now, it would bring about the Luo family's furious revenge.

In the past, he wouldn't have cared about a mere Luo family. But now, with his powers depleted from being on the verge of a breakthrough, the Luo family could cause a lot of trouble. Most of all, Shen Yifei didn't want the people around him to be dragged into it. Su Muqing was probably right.

Noticing the hint of wavering on Shen Yifei's face, Luo Tianyao quickly pleaded again. "Mr. Sh... Shen, I'll agree to anything if you let me go!"

Shen Yifei's face was filled with a chilling malice. "I'll spare your life for Su Muqing's sake. But... I'll cripple you!"

As the words left his mouth, Shen Yifei's right hand flickered, and a dinner knife suddenly shot out.

"Pff!"

The dinner knife struck Luo Tianyao's groin, piercing his manhood! "Aaah!!!" The intense pain made Luo Tianyao's face contort into a mask of agony. He screamed like a wailing ghost, his eyes rolling back as he passed out, a large pool of blood gushing from his wound.

Old Wu, watching from the side, felt a phantom pain in his own groin. He was terrified.

To cripple a man in that way was even more cruel than killing him outright!

"Mr. Sh... Shen Yifei, c-can I leave now?" old Wu asked, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Leave? Of course. You can leave now," Shen Yifei said, his face a blank slate.

Old Wu was relieved, a rush of joy filling his heart. "Thank you, Mr. Shen Yifei!"

He turned to leave.

Shen Yifei's hand snapped into a claw, and a lethal Jade Shredding Claw (a powerful martial arts technique) struck toward old Wu's throat.

"Shh!"

Before old Wu could react, his throat was torn open by several sharp, forceful strikes, and blood spurted out.

"Agh..."

He let out a low cry, collapsing in a pool of his own blood. His eyes, wide with disbelief, stared at Shen Yifei. "You... you said I could leave..."

Shen Yifei's expression was indifferent. "I did tell you to leave. But I meant to leave this world."

"You..." Old Wu pointed at Shen Yifei, his pupils dilating. With a final, choked gasp, he fell to the ground, dead.

Shen Yifei held Su Muqing tightly and walked quickly out of the room.

Su Muqing seemed to have lost consciousness. Shen Yifei was anxious and didn't have time to think. He just had to get out of there as fast as he could.

He reached the window at the end of the hallway and threw a powerful punch, shattering the frosted glass.

"Crack!"

The glass shattered, sending shards flying.

Shen Yifei held Su Muqing close and leaped out onto the cruise ship's deck.

There was no platform below the window, just the ocean.

Shen Yifei grabbed the edge of the window with one hand, swung his body to the right, and grabbed the corner of another window.

The deck was about fifty meters away. With only one hand to support himself and holding Su Muqing, moving was difficult. It was a huge hassle to not be able to use his internal energy (a type of spiritual or life-force energy used by cultivators for combat and other abilities), otherwise, he could have just used his Lightness Skill (a martial arts technique that allows a practitioner to move with incredible speed and agility) to fly over.

After about three minutes, Shen Yifei stepped onto a windowsill, leaped, and landed on the deck.

"Who's there!" Several security guards on the deck heard the noise and turned their attention to Shen Yifei.

Before they could react, a few faint silver glints flashed in the darkness, accompanied by a sharp "swoosh!"

"Agh!" Cries of pain echoed as several dinner knives found their marks, accurately burying themselves in the guards' thighs.

Shen Yifei scooped up Su Muqing and moved out, silent as a shadow. In just a few breaths, he was off the deck and on the pier, darting away with a "swoosh."

The guards on the left and right sides of the pier heard the noise and looked around.

"Hey? Did something just fly past?" one guard asked curiously.

"Probably a bird," another guard said, scratching his head.

At Shen Yifei's speed, even if he were caught on camera, the footage wouldn't show much. It would be a blurry black shadow, barely recognizable as human, making it as good as useless.