Chapter 435: You Are Not Worthy

Chapter 435: You Are Not Worthy (Update 3)

Wang Cheng, following Xiao Yu to gain some insight, watched as his master negotiated with the criminal.

Honestly, he was completely baffled.

Complete and painless? Is that even how this world works?

Threats at every turn—aren’t you afraid of tomorrow’s headlines?

“Master, think twice before you act!”

Xiao Yu was oblivious to his disciple’s inner critique.

Instead, he fixed a cold stare on Liu Changcheng across the table.

“You threatened me?”

Anger and madness flared on Liu Changcheng’s face.

“I did,” he replied.

Xiao Yu nodded candidly. “Got a problem?”

Wang Cheng: ……

Liu Changcheng: ……

The hostage woman: ……

Where did the negotiation go to hell?

Are you so fed up with the world that you negotiate like this?

Or do you actually want the criminal to kill the hostage?

“Do you want this woman to die?”

With a chilling look at Xiao Yu, Liu Changcheng lifted the knife pressed against the hostage’s neck.

The sharp blade sliced through the woman’s neck, and blood began to trickle.

In an instant, her jet-black eyes widened in terror.

“I’m asking you one question,” Xiao Yu said.

His gaze remained fixed on Liu Changcheng as he continued, “How did you manage to evenly cut a body into twenty pieces of five jin each, or thirty pieces of one jin each?”

He just couldn’t understand it.

Not even an experienced butcher could pull that off.

Wang Cheng had once speculated that the murderer might know his way around a corpse.

But later, Xiao Yu doubted that theory.

Where in the world are there enough bodies for Liu Changcheng to practice on?

“You really think I’ll tell you?”

Mockery flickered across Liu Changcheng’s face.

“Since you’re not saying anything…”

Xiao Yu smirked. “Then there’s no need to elaborate.”

“Huh?” Liu Changcheng looked confused.

“Don’t understand?”

Xiao Yu’s cold laugh cut through the tension. “Your master and junior are standing right behind you, watching. Didn’t you notice?”

“Master? Junior?”

Liu Changcheng broke out in a cold sweat.

He felt an icy chill creeping from behind.

Mind you, he had personally killed both his master and his junior.

So how could they possibly be there?

Could it be…?

No, absolutely not.

There are no ghosts in this world.

He knew that all too well.

But his body acted on its own, and his head jerked around uncontrollably.

In that instant, when he turned, there was nothing behind him.

He realized he’d been deceived.

Even knowing it was a trick, he still fell for it…

Quickly, Liu Changcheng spun around to look at Xiao Yu.

Then he saw Xiao Yu—who had been three meters away just moments ago—now standing right in front of him.

He even noticed another policeman, his face drained of color and mouth agape.

It was as if they were witnessing something utterly incredible.

It truly was beyond belief.

How could someone cover three meters in the blink of an eye?

But alas, Liu Changcheng no longer had time to ponder.

Xiao Yu gripped the knife-wielding right hand firmly.

Crack!

The hand clutching the knife was brutally twisted and snapped off.

Without letting go, Xiao Yu used that severed hand to strike at Liu Changcheng’s left arm.

In a flash, the hand—with half of its forearm still attached—fell to the ground.

As his arm swung, Xiao Yu grabbed the detached hand and flipped the knife in a reverse arc.

Thunk!

Liu Changcheng’s right arm was severed from his body.

Only then did the man, now missing both hands, begin to feel pain.

A strange sound escaped his throat as his facial muscles twitched in agony.

Finally…

“Ah!”

A harrowing scream erupted from Liu Changcheng.

The agony of losing his hands twisted his face in excruciating pain.

Retreating, he watched as Xiao Yu stepped forward.

Yet Liu Changcheng still managed a victorious smile.

“Watch out!”

A loud warning echoed from the doorway.

It was Wang Cheng, shouting a desperate alert.

But… it was too late.

Right before Wang Cheng’s eyes, a knife suddenly appeared in the hostage woman’s hand.

She spun around and lunged at Xiao Yu, who had his back turned.

Wasn’t she supposed to be just a hostage?

No—she was Liu Changcheng’s accomplice!

Xiao Yu didn’t even look back.

He simply grabbed the severed arm still holding the knife and swung it behind him.

The hostage woman’s knife couldn’t make a dent.

Smack!

A bizarre sound emanated from her lips.

She opened her mouth, as if about to speak.

But tragically… a thin trickle of blood traced down her neck.

…please send flowers…

At first, a single stream of blood flowed.

But quickly, that trickle became a torrent.

The blood split open like a crack, spurting wildly.

Along with the hostage woman’s head, the spray of blood

sent her severed head tumbling down from her neck…

Wang Cheng stood dumbfounded.

Liu Changcheng too stared blankly at the headless corpse collapsing to the floor.

“Did you really think I didn’t notice?”

Xiao Yu said coolly, “From the moment I saw you, I knew something was off with the hostage. Her terror was all for show—over the top and completely fake. Her body was unnaturally relaxed…”

“A hostage should be tense, not relaxed,” countered Liu Changcheng.

“The most intriguing part? She had a strawberry mark on her neck.”

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“Everyone knows that only lovers cherish those playful strawberry marks.”

“What a coincidence—your neck has one too. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch that detail?”

“By the time we came to arrest you, we already knew a woman had entered your room, carrying a bucket weighing around five kilograms.”

“That bucket was full of gasoline, wasn’t it? The gasoline she brought you?”

“Of course—and there’s one more crucial detail…”

Lifting the severed arm, Xiao Yu glanced at the watch on his wrist. “She was wearing the same model as you—women’s? A couple’s watch?”

“A hostage and a criminal sharing the same couple’s watch? Do you really think such a coincidence exists?”

“Do you take us police for fools…?”

Xiao Yu taunted, “Or are you just plain idiots?”

At the doorway, Wang Cheng was rendered speechless.

He glanced at Liu Changcheng and the deceased woman’s wrists.

Sure enough, they both wore couple’s watches!

Moreover, Wang Cheng noticed that the deceased woman’s neck still bore a strawberry mark.

And, curiously, Liu Changcheng’s neck did too.

Is this the gap between him and his master? Wang Cheng wondered, desperate to one day be as outstanding as his master.

Liu Changcheng’s face twisted into a mix of despair and madness as he glared fiercely at Xiao Yu.

“Feeling desperate?”

Xiao Yu scoffed, “I warned you to surrender—only that way could you keep your body intact and free of pain. I never joke with criminals because… you’re not worthy!”