Revenge Begins! The First

"Ah!"

Su Zihao's body was almost entirely engulfed by black Netherworld Ghostfire. His face, twisted out of shape by pain, looked even more eerie and terrifying beneath the black flames.

The tentacles covering his body snapped one after another, turning into black ash and scattering beneath the searing Netherworld Ghostfire. By the end, Su Zihao's body curled into a ball of flesh covered in all kinds of tentacles. Their movements gradually weakened until, with a thud, he fell to the floor.

Listening to the screams, Su Ziyu's expression remained unchanged.

Back when they were in the family, Su Zihao's family had abused Su Ziyu. After their grandfather died, they became even worse. Once, to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the Grimoire of the Old Days, they tied twelve-year-old Su Ziyu up in a dungeon and interrogated him for an entire week, leaving several knife scars on his body.

As the Netherworld Ghostfire burned, Su Ziyu felt as though the scars on his back had begun to ache again.

He watched Su Zihao, who was wrapped in flames, while Ruan Xiaoqi sat by the bed, quietly watching Su Ziyu. Her vacant gaze looked somewhat hollow.

Gradually, as the cries grew weaker and weaker, Su Ziyu waved a hand and withdrew the Netherworld Ghostfire.

"Xiaoqi, I'll leave the rest to you."

Su Ziyu turned and sat on the hotel sofa. He glanced at the clock on the wall and instructed her,

"Mm, you can play until six. You still have to deliver breakfast later, so don't stay too long."

Ruan Xiaoqi nodded obediently. Her black hair gently parted, revealing eyes that seemed somewhat bright.

Su Zihao had been burned black all over. Hearing Su Ziyu's words, his eyes rolled back as he nearly passed out. He forced himself to raise his head toward Su Ziyu, opening his mouth as if begging. His voice was dry and hollow.

"Brother... save me..."

Su Ziyu ignored him, merely closing his eyes quietly. Then waves of desperate howls reached his ears.

Save him?

Su Ziyu had endured for so long, even hiding in a mental hospital and pretending to be insane for three years, all for this day—for the chance to take his revenge without restraint!

What humiliation had he suffered in that family?

They would repay all of it a hundredfold!

Ruan Xiaoqi walked over to Su Zihao, holding a table knife she had taken from the kitchen. Her clean, delicate face held no expression as she lightly cut open the back of Su Zihao's hand, peeled his skin, severed the tendons in his feet and hands, then slowly, inch by inch, ground away the tentacles growing from his face...

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The desperate screams pierced the room, reaching Boss Li and the others waiting nearby. Their faces turned pale.

Boss Li hurriedly took a gulp of water to suppress the fear and pressure rising in his heart, but his legs would not stop trembling, nor would the hand holding the cup.

"Quick... close the door! I can't stand hearing that sound!"

Boss Li shouted at his subordinate beside him.

The subordinate was clearly frightened out of his wits as well. Only after Boss Li's roar did he come back to his senses. With shaking legs, he barely managed to reach the door and pull it shut.

But they were simply too close. Even through several private rooms, they could still hear those pig-slaughtering howls. The despair and unwillingness in those cries made their hearts tremble along with them.

Yet Boss Li did not dare go too far from Su Ziyu. He was afraid that if Su Ziyu called for him and he failed to hear it, the consequences would be more than he could bear to imagine. Just thinking about it made his throat go dry.

"Boss... how about... how about we call the Special Affairs Department..."

The subordinate covered both ears and spoke cautiously.

Smack!

The subordinate was rewarded with a slap. Covering his slightly reddened cheek, he saw Boss Li glaring at him with a face full of fury.

"You little bastard, if you want to die, I still want to live!"

The fat on Boss Li's face trembled with anger. "Do you fucking know how powerful that young man is? I fucking experienced it myself. Want me to take you in there to experience it later?

"And are you fucking deaf? Can't you hear how badly Young Master Su is being tortured? Is this something a human being could do? In this world, keeping a low profile is the way to survive, understand?!"

After saying that, he still smacked his subordinate twice on the head in exasperation.

At last, unable to bear the psychological torment any longer, Boss Li simply took off his expensive suit jacket and covered his head with it, his voice choked with tears.

"A demon... ah!"

The night soon passed. River City before dawn was like a lion about to awaken. Sunlight faintly filtered through the clouds in the hazy sky. On the commercial streets of the downtown district, young people who had partied all night dragged their exhausted bodies home. Beeping horns began to sound as cars came one after another, preparing for the workday.

Inside Maple Leaf Bar, nearly all the guests on the first floor had left, leaving only the cleaners still tidying up. In a guest room on the second floor, Boss Li struggled to raise his head. The confusion in his eyes gradually focused.

"It's done! Hahaha, it's over?!"

No longer tortured by those ghostly wails, Boss Li seemed to regain some vitality despite having stayed awake all night and sporting dark circles under his eyes.

Ruan Xiaoqi tossed the blood-stained table knife onto the floor. Su Ziyu took her to wash her hands, then returned to the room, where a person who was nearly a pile of minced flesh lay on the ground.

Ruan Xiaoqi's technique was unbelievably skillful. Every cut avoided vital areas, yet each one brought Su Zihao torment in both body and mind.

Now, this once lofty young master had barely any breath left in him.

Su Ziyu moved a chair in front of him and sat down, looking down at him from above.

"Little brother, did you have fun?"

His voice was utterly calm, without the slightest hint of joy, anger, sorrow, or delight.

Su Zihao could not help but shudder. That movement pulled at his wounds, making him bare his teeth in agony as his breathing grew even weaker.

"Alright, we've played enough. It's time to take you back to see Uncle. You stayed out all night, and they'll get angry again."

A smile tugged at Su Ziyu's face as he slowly bent down until he was almost pressed against Su Zihao. Staring into his eyes, he gradually condensed a cleaver made of dark matter.

"Little brother, you could have lived properly as a human, yet you insisted on worshipping those evil powers. What a disgrace to humanity..."

"Ah, if you hadn't been so fond of women, I wouldn't have found you so quickly."

Su Ziyu spoke unhurriedly, the dark blade continuously gesturing before Su Zihao.

"Mm, it's fine. It'll be over soon. My knife is very fast."

Su Ziyu's voice sounded almost gentle, but to Su Zihao's ears, it was no different from a demon's whisper.

Su Zihao's face filled with terror as he shouted as though he had used up all his strength.

"No... you can't kill me... I... if you kill me, those people will come for you!

"You'll die. That organization is not something you can fight!"

He stared wide-eyed at Su Ziyu, trying to find even the slightest trace of panic on his face. But Su Ziyu remained calm. He merely gave the small blade a light shake and smiled faintly.

"Are you finished?"

"Mm..."

Su Zihao nodded subconsciously. Then he saw a black blade descend in an instant. With a crack, it was fast enough and powerful enough that his head rolled onto the floor.

Su Ziyu put away Su Zihao's head and said softly,

"The first."