Chapter 87

At this moment, Li Hai only felt a chill in his crotch and suddenly felt a lightness. He looked down in shock and saw a round, fleshy ball bag on the ground.

This thing looks familiar.

Li Hai's mind was still in a daze, as the card's speed was too fast and the cut was too clean. It wasn't until nearly ten seconds later that Li Hai felt a heart-wrenching pain from his crotch. He fell to his knees, holding his crotch with both hands, his head now closer to the thing on the ground.

At this point, through the feeling in his hands and his eyes, Li Hai finally realized what had happened. His scrotum... had actually been separated from him. Oh my God, what's going on!

"Ah!!!"

Li Hai's scream startled the people around him, including Tiger, who was usually the calmest among them. He was now trembling inside, thinking that if it were a real knife fight, he might have charged forward, but seeing someone's testicles fall off like this was just too bizarre and terrifying for a man.

At this moment, Zhao Zhu stretched out his hands and rubbed his wrists.

"I didn't resist, but you still tied me up so roughly. Look at my wrists; the skin is almost worn off."

No one untied Zhao Zhu, but he casually and naturally freed himself from the bindings.

"Tiger, how did you tie him up?" Tiger shouted at the man who had tied Zhao Zhu. The man was large and had yellow teeth, one eye half-closed, looking rather sleazy and disgusting. He was the one who had suggested tasting Zhu Wanqi's body.

Damao, startled by Tiger's rebuke, looked at his own hands in disbelief. He had tied Zhao Zhu with these hands, and there was no reason for the ropes to come loose. He had slaughtered pigs back home and was very skilled with ropes.

As he looked at his hands, Damao's pupils suddenly constricted. He saw something extremely terrifying: his hands had fallen off, completely detached from his wrists.

"Thud."

When his hands hit the ground, blood spurted from Damao's wrists, and he let out a scream, unable to accept the scene both psychologically and physiologically. He was just a thug, and his mental fortitude wasn't that strong.

In the blink of an eye, one of his men had lost his testicles, and another had lost his hands. Tiger stumbled back a few steps, feeling the situation getting out of control. He was at a loss, and then, as if realizing something, he pointed at Zhao Zhu in terror and asked with a trembling voice:

"It's you... it's you... it's you... it's you?"

Zhao Zhu continued to rub his wrists, not bothering to answer. The fate of the people in the room had already been decided by Zhao Zhu. He hadn't killed them directly not because he enjoyed the torture, but to test the card's power more thoroughly. So far, the card's effects were very satisfying.

Originally, there were four people in the room: Tiger and his three subordinates. Now, two were on the ground moaning, and Tiger and another subordinate were terrified. The latter couldn't take it anymore and tried to run out of the room, but as he reached the door, his body and legs separated. His legs remained in place, while his upper body fell forward due to inertia.

"Ah!! My legs, my legs!!"

Now, only Zhao Zhu, Zhu Wanqi, and Tiger were still standing in the room.

Zhu Wanqi's eyes were still covered, as Zhao Zhu hadn't removed the blindfold. The scene was too bloody, but hearing the continuous screams around her, Zhu Wanqi was already trembling. She was just an ordinary woman, not like Chen Fei, who could calmly sit and wait for Zhao Zhu after killing several mutants and being covered in wounds.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong. Please spare me. I'll be your slave, your slave!"

Being a leader meant knowing when to yield. At this moment, Tiger didn't continue to be stubborn but knelt before Zhao Zhu, bowing his head low.

"Today, you must die," Zhao Zhu said softly. "No matter how much you beg, it won't help."

Zhao Zhu's voice was indifferent, with a hint of mockery, as if the lives of Tiger and his men were completely insignificant to him.

"This..." Tiger was momentarily stunned, then a sense of reckless courage took over. If the other party had decided to kill him, what was the point of begging? Might as well fight, no matter if the other was human or ghost!

Tiger pulled out a small knife from his sleeve, lunged forward, and swung it at Zhao Zhu's lower body.

"Clang!"

A metallic sound rang out. Tiger felt a numbness in his palm and a pain in his wrist. Was the other guy made of steel? How could he be so hard!

When Tiger looked up, his face showed disbelief. His knife was stopped by a card floating in the air, as if it were a piece of driftwood but incredibly hard. His knife and strength seemed to have no effect on the card.

Zhao Zhu's finger lifted slightly and then flicked, sending a card flying through Tiger's neck and back to Zhao Zhu's side. Tiger clutched his throat, unable to make a sound, and struggled on the ground.

"It seems adding mithril has doubled the speed and strength, and using it doesn't tire me at all. It's very efficient. Fan's ability is quite good."

Zhao Zhu took Zhu Wanqi's hand, which was cold and trembling.

"It's over. Let's go."

Hearing Zhao Zhu's voice, Zhu Wanqi followed him out. As they left the room, Zhao Zhu snapped his fingers, and ten cards flew in, ending the lives of the four people inside before returning to his pocket.

They walked a considerable distance before Zhao Zhu stopped, removed the blindfold from Zhu Wanqi's eyes, and untied her hands.

Zhu Wanqi opened her eyes, looked at Zhao Zhu, and then threw herself into his arms. She had only heard the previous scene but still felt a sense of terror. She didn't know how Zhao Zhu had done it, and she didn't want to delve into it. She just needed a hug.

"Zhu, let's go back, please, let's go back," Zhu Wanqi cried.

Go back? How could Zhao Zhu go back? Not only were his cards not fully enhanced, but Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping were coming tomorrow. He couldn't leave now. Chen Fei had just told him that the people from the group hired by Northeast Zhao and Jing to kill him would arrive in a few days. He had to stay with Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping.

"I can't go back. I have things to do here," Zhao Zhu said.

Zhu Wanqi lifted her head from Zhao Zhu's chest, looking at him in disbelief. Her emotions were too intense, and she no longer felt the usual fear and obedience towards Zhao Zhu. She asked, "Why? I was just kidnapped, and I'm so scared. I don't want to stay in Hangzhou anymore. I want you to be with me, to take me home. I want to lie in my own bed, see my mom and dad. You're my boyfriend, why won't you come back with me? Do you even care about me? Do you even care about me? Why do I feel like you don't care at all?"

Zhu Wanqi became more agitated as she spoke, starting to hit Zhao Zhu's chest. Indeed, as a boyfriend, Zhao Zhu had always been lacking in effort and care, even treating Zhu Wanqi as a means to satisfy his desires. Zhu Wanqi could only endure this, as she was always in a weaker position in their relationship.

"Stop it. I have things to do here and can't go back. If you want to go back, go alone. I'll book you a flight," Zhao Zhu said without any room for negotiation.

Zhu Wanqi bit her lip and finally said, "Zhao Zhu, let's break up."

"Sure, fine," Zhao Zhu agreed almost without hesitation.