In the dim warehouse, Chen Xingzhou sat in the grand preceptor chair, still looking as though he were plagued by chronic illness, his face waxen and yellow. After putting down the phone, he looked up at the Chosen One hanging in mid-air by iron chains, barely clinging to life.
He waved a hand indifferently.
"Betrayed your own people, forgot loyalty for profit, colluded with outsiders, and framed your brothers."
He said, "By the rules, three cuts six holes, Removed from the Sea Bottom. From today onward, you have nothing to do with the organization. Whether you live or die depends on heaven and fate. What a waste of all those years of friendship."
Suspended from the chains, the Chosen One began struggling violently, eyes wide as he made muffled noises, unable to speak. The executioner coldly pulled out a long blade veined with wriggling blood vessels, stepped forward, grabbed the chains, and dragged the condemned man away. Only faint, miserable cries could be heard. Soon, there was nothing left but the sound of dripping water.
"Alright. Get back to whatever you were doing."
Chen Xingzhou waved dismissively. Only after signaling the others to leave did he pick up the phone and ask bluntly, "The matter over at Thousand Isles?" "Since you already know, why ask, Boss?"
"It has nothing to do with me."
Chen Xingzhou stated decisively, "Though we haven't had much contact, you're such good friends with Yubo. If you're willing to let him join in on what's been happening lately, I should be thanking you. As the boss, I also want Yacheng to prosper. The better Yacheng does, the more I earn. Publicly or privately, I have no reason to sabotage this." "I know." Ji Jue nodded.
If Chen Xingzhou had intended to jump ship, he would never