Chapter 147 It is Over

"Ahhh—"

"Please... please let me go."

"Ah—"

"I... I was wro... wrong."

"Ahhhhh—"

Lali curled his entire body in agony, convulsing in pain.

Huangfu Shenqing curved his lips with a cold affection. "Bring me the whip."

Mo Jiu handed a whip over a meter long from the equipment rack to Huangfu Shenqing.

He took it indifferently and lashed it down fiercely, using fifty percent of his strength.

"Ahhhhhhh—"

The voltage was cranked up to 200, accompanied by the merciless whipping.

The pain caused him to bite his lower lip until it broke and bled.

The areas struck by the whip turned dark red and bruised purple.

"Ahhh—"

The whipping continued relentlessly.

It felt like countless needles drilling into his flesh.

Landed upon his body, bit by bit.

The electric current also controlled his body,

coursing up and down, surging through every limb and vein.

A swelling pain hammered at his brain, feeling as though it were about to explode.

"Master, he has passed out."

"Hmph, turn it straight to the maximum. I don't have time to play with him anymore."

"Yes."

The voltage was dialed up to 250.

"Ahhh—"

Lali was shocked awake purely by the excruciating agony. Not a single spot on his entire body remained intact; his clothes were torn to shreds, matted with congealed blood.

It hurt.

Excruciatingly painful.

Hurting so much he felt close to death.

*Crack.*

*Crack, crack, crack.*

Huangfu Shenqing specifically targeted his face, whipping him beyond recognition.

Flesh was churned into a bloody paste,

bones were exposed,

and fresh blood poured continuously.

Mo Shi said, "Master, he has stopped breathing."

Huangfu Shenqing dropped the whip, took a handkerchief from Mo Jiu, and wiped the bloodstains off his hands. Then, with an expression of utter disgust, he tossed it onto the corpse. "Tch, how boring. Let's go."

Passing through the prison block,

none of the inmates dared to draw a full breath.

Anyone who could walk out of here and swagger back in like this

was far beyond what they could afford to offend.

Even DILupi shrank into a corner. Though his face burned with resentment, now was not the time to be a hero.

Huangfu Shenqing stopped in front of the prison cage DILupi had previously occupied.

He looked down at him with a gaze full of mockery.

"Let him out. I'd like to see how he used to lecture me during recreation time."

"No... I wouldn't dare. It was my fault, I was a scoundrel, I was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai."

DILupi slapped himself twice hard across the face, wearing a faked smile that, paired with the scars on his fat face, looked utterly hideous!

Mo Lin used a gun to shoot open the heavy iron lock of the cage. With a loud *clatter*, the lock hit the ground.

Mo Jiu reached in and grabbed him out roughly by the collar.

"No... no, please let me go, I'll never dare do it again, let me go!"

*Thud.*

Mo Shi kicked the back of DILupi's ankles with brute force, and his balance collapsing, he crashed straight to his knees.

Huangfu Shenqing pressed the muzzle of his gun against DILupi's forehead. "Huh? Caving in before we've even started?"

"Yes... yes, I cave in, I don't dare do it anymore, I'll never do it again, please let me go!"

Where was DILupi's previous arrogance?

With a gun pointed directly at his forehead, a single accidental twitch of the trigger would send him straight to the grave!

Huangfu Shenqing yanked him up by the collar and tapped his cheek with the barrel of the gun. "I'll give you a chance to fight me. If you win, maybe I'll let you go. How about that?"

A spark of hope lit up DILupi's eyes, as if he believed he had already won.

Inside the prison, those who had long suffered under his oppression could no longer hold their tongues. They stood up and slammed their fists against the iron bars with a deafening rattle. "Don't let him go! He has committed countless evils, arrogant and tyrannical to the extreme. Please, do not let him go!"

Where there was one voice, a second followed. "Don't let him go! He has killed many people, and he even harassed your younger sister!"

"That's right, kill him! Just yesterday he harassed that young lady!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

...

Huangfu Shenqing narrowed his dangerous eyes, his voice laced with a lethal chill. "You touched Ranran?"

Feeling the overwhelming pressure radiating from the man, DILupi shook his head in terror. "No, no... it was just... she asked me... she asked me where you went? And I... I pointed the way for her."

The inmates who had spoken earlier shouted in unison, "He's lying! He didn't just point the way, kill him already!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

...

Huangfu Shenqing tossed his gun aside, rolled his neck, and thrust his fists rapidly into DILupi's abdomen—one punch, then another, and another.

Anyone who dared to touch his girl would live to regret ever being born into this world.

"Ah—"

DILupi grimaced in agony as he was beaten black and blue.

He clenched his fists and lunged back, trading blows with Huangfu Shenqing in a desperate brawl.

Huangfu Shenqing dodged his punch, lifted his foot, and struck DILupi squarely in the neck, dropping him instantly to the floor.

DILupi endured the dizziness for three seconds, scrambled back up, and charged again.

This was a one-on-one showdown belonging solely to the two of them. Neither Mo Lin nor the others intervened, because regardless of the outcome, their master would never let him walk out alive.

Simply because he had touched their master's ultimate forbidden scale!

*Bang.*

DILupi was kicked violently to the ground once more. Scars and wounds covered his entire body, though none were immediately fatal.

Huangfu Shenqing casually flexed his wrists, picked up the gun from the floor, and said, "Alright, time to end this."

DILupi shrank backward in terror, whimpering, "You can't... you can't touch me! My older brother won't let you get away with this! My brother... is Di Nuoci..."

Ignoring his threats, Huangfu Shenqing raised the gun and fired with pinpoint accuracy into DILupi's legs.

"Ahhhhh—"

Clutching his shattered legs, DILupi collapsed onto the floor in agonizing torment.

Blood pooled everywhere.

The pain felt as though every bone in his body had been smashed and torn apart.

Like a demon crawled straight up from hell, Huangfu Shenqing wore a gloomy, dark expression. "Then tell him to come find me."

"Dare to harbor evil thoughts toward my girl, and I'll let you scout the road to hell before you die."

The surrounding onlookers were so frightened they lost their voices. Most of the inmates locked up on the ground floor had never committed crimes of such magnitude.

At most, they had eliminated some important figure or another. This was their first time—the first time witnessing such a bloody spectacle, and watching a man executed with a firearm left them chilled to the very marrow of their bones, trembling with dread.

DILupi was in too much pain to speak a single word, looking like a man who had already died once!

Even more like a soul dragged straight back and forth through the depths of hell!

Seeing that the time was right, Huangfu Shenqing pulled the trigger, sending him down to face the King of Hell.

*Bang! Splat.*

Even in death, DILupi's eyes remained wide open in lingering agony.

Huangfu Shenqing led Mo Lin and his entourage outward with an imposing and grandiose momentum.

The helicopters hovering overhead roared loudly enough to split the onlookers' heads,

inspiring even deeper terror.

The crowd could only retreat far into the shadows, not daring to show their faces.

It was already ten o'clock at night.

The biting winter wind howled, and the pale moonlight drifted down,

illuminating the blood-soaked ground.

It was a sight so horrific it would haunt dreams with endless nightmares.

At last, the helicopters flew away.

The group of menacing men had departed.

Yet a vast expanse of blood remained,

permeating the air with a pungent, sickening stench.

Those massive, glaring patches of crimson

ensured that everyone would forever remember this night—

the night that put an end to all filth and corruption.