Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 161 The Scorching Sun (60 pages)

Lu Zhilin felt a slight pain in his neck, and although he was being held up with his hands tied behind his back, there was no fear on his face.

"I take back what I just said. You're not a dodder vine, you're a domino."

He glanced at the boy, his face showing intense interest.

It was as if they had discovered some rare treasure.

Gu Yao grinned, but his hands didn't relax at all; instead, he pushed the blade in a little further.

"Likewise, didn't you also want to use me to threaten me? I won't give you that chance."

Lu Zhilin felt the fierce force in the boy's hands and raised his hands accordingly.

Only then did he realize that the boy in front of him really wanted to kill him.

Gu Yao smiled slightly as he watched Lu Zhilin's pragmatic actions.

"That's more like it."

This tone, as if he were teasing a pet, infuriated Lu Zhilin.

But now that his life was in Gu Yao's hands, he really couldn't resist.

Lu Zhilin was the employer of these desperate criminals, and since they hadn't received the final payment, they didn't dare to make any rash moves.

Lu Zhilin looked at the smiling boy, unable to figure out what he was up to.

He could only tentatively ask, "Do you want to go back to Qi Xuan's side?"

Upon hearing this, the boy turned his head in confusion, "Why should I go back to him? Didn't he say it was up to him?"

Lu Zhilin was stunned. He really didn't expect Gu Yao to answer like that. He thought the boy just wanted to go back to Qi Xuan's side.

He would simply use himself as a hostage and have his people arrange transportation for him.

If that doesn't work, call the police using your mobile phone.

He truly couldn't figure out what the boy in front of him was up to.

Gu Yao tilted his head, revealing an innocent smile, "I want you all to die, everyone here, all of you."

The boy's clear voice carried a hint of coldness as it reached Lu Zhilin's ears.

It felt like a cold, venomous snake crawling up your neck—dangerous and chilling.

Gu Yao looked up at the four burly men in front of him, smiled, and plunged the sharp blade into Lu Zhilin's shoulder.

The young master, who had never suffered much hardship, was in so much pain that his face contorted in agony.

Gu Yao felt the sticky blood under his palm, staining the white clothes of the person in front of him, creating a vivid stain.

Like a blooming red camellia, its vibrant color appears both eerie and beautiful under the dim yellow light.

A look of infatuation appeared on Gu Yao's face.

Ah, the long-lost smell of blood.

It really brings back memories, but this tool isn't very handy.

Gu Yao frowned as he looked at the blade in his hand. It was too short, and besides, he preferred a double-edged dagger.

Just like the one Wanyan Jue gave him.

Beautiful yet dangerous.

Cut iron like clay.

A hint of regret appeared on the boy's face, but his hands did not stop moving as he turned the blade around.

Lu Zhilin was a ruthless man; he only let out a few muffled groans without screaming.

If it weren't for his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, he would have acted as if nothing had happened.

Those around Gu Yao watched his actions and dared not make any rash moves.

They realized that Gu Yao was truly insane.

If the knife were to veer off course and land on their employer's neck, they would lose the money.

Looking at the person in front of him who was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Gu Yao smiled happily, "Young Master Lu, do you think I'm still a beauty now?"

As Lu Zhilin looked at the boy, a smile spread across his face. "Beautiful, of course beautiful."

While trying to get the boy's attention with his words, he moved his hand to pull out the gun from his waist.

He thought he had done something discreet, but Gu Yao saw everything.

Gu Yao pulled the knife out of Lu Zhilin's shoulder and plunged it into the restless right forearm.

The bright silver-white blade slashed a deep gash across those forearms.

Blood was all over the floor.

With a playful look, the boy, amidst Lu Zhilin's distorted expression and terrified gaze, drew out the gun hidden behind Lu Zhilin's waist.

The boy's long, slender fingers twirled the pistol around, then, ignoring the horrified expressions of those around him, he pulled out the blade and, without batting an eye, slashed a deep gash into Lu Zhilin's other hand.

The vibrant color spread beneath Lu Zhilin.

Gu Yao looked at it and was extremely satisfied.

Given the limited resources, it's already excellent that it turned out this well.

He slowly and deliberately crippled Lu Zhilin's leg.

When the boy viciously kicked the young man's calf, which was already like a dead dog, a crisp sound rang out in the silent warehouse.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was chilling.

The boy ignored the person on the ground, slowly stood up, took out a napkin from his pocket, and leisurely wiped the blood off his hands.

Then she threw the blood-stained tissue at Lu Zhilin's face.

With a white napkin covering his face, Lu Zhilin looked like he was about to be placed in a coffin.

Gu Yao patted the dust off his clothes and looked at the people in front of him.

The boy smiled, his fair and delicate hands as beautiful as a work of art.

But at this moment, it was a death sentence for the people in front of them.

They watched as those beautiful, delicate hands expertly loaded the gun.

The pure black wooden gun made a crisp sound.

Slender, pale fingers gripped the pure black wooden gun; the contrast between black and white was striking.

Ignoring the terrified expressions of the people in front of him, the boy raised his hand, pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at them, a smile playing on his lips, and tilted his head.

Long, slender fingers pulled the trigger.

The crisp sound of the gun barrel carried far into the distance.

Qi Xuan, who was on his way to rescue Gu Yao, was already on edge when he heard the series of sounds.

The tension in my mind snapped completely with the sound of the birds scattering all around.

He slammed on the gas pedal, ignoring the shouts of the police behind him.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like for the boy to leave him.

All he knew was that his Ah Yao needed him.

The police officers leading the team behind him saw that Qi Xuan had lost his mind and knew they couldn't stop him, so they could only follow him.

Qi Xuan stared at the tightly closed warehouse door in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly.

He looked at the rusty door in front of him, his eyes stinging with tears.

He was afraid, afraid that what he would see was a silent boy.

The police who arrived shortly after grabbed Qi Xuan and pulled the hostage's family member back.

They were afraid that Qi Xuan would do something irrational.

Armed police officers in bulletproof vests protected Qi Xuan and led the way by pushing open the heavy door.

But the scene inside the warehouse was beyond everyone's expectations.

There were no injured teenagers, and there was no kidnapping or hostage situation.

Only one boy with his head down stood in the center of a circle of fallen people.

A strong stench of blood permeated the dimly lit and filthy warehouse.

And that circle of people, whose fates were unknown, surrounded the boy.

The boy, dressed in light blue clothes, had no blood on him and hung his head.

The surroundings were all blood red.

The boy was like a strange rose blooming from blood.

Beautiful yet thorny.