Chapter 372 - No Hoots Given (2/2)
The other kendo students were horrified, and their faces turned a ghostly pale as they trembled uncontrollably.
This young man had brought mayhem to their gym. First, he broke Liu Fei’s right leg, then he thrashed their senior Guo Qinghe, and now, he chopped off Wang Tuyun’s arm without a second thought. Such a bloody scene left everyone shaking in fear, and Su Canye was no exception. Su Canye now knew why Xiao Luo had asked Su Xiaobei to close her eyes. But what he couldn’t understand was that they were living in a society under the rule of law, then, why wasn’t he afraid of getting sentenced?
“Y-you…!”
Guo Qinghe spat out a gob of blood. He was inconsolable, for Wang Tuyun was his lover. They had had an adulterous relationship for some time now, and, despite having a wife, Wang Tuyun’s place in his heart was something that even his wife couldn’t substitute. Xiao Luo’s cruel actions exasperated him, and Wang Tuyun’s critical condition rendered him heartbroken. Despite being daunted by Xiao Luo, he wished he could dismember him right now.
SWISH~
Suddenly, the same broken blade streaked like a flying sword across the hall and stabbed Guo Qinghe deep in his shoulder. The inner power that sent the broken blade flying through the air also carried him backward and impaled him firmly on the wall.
Guo Qinghe howled dreadfully.
As if that wasn’t enough, Xiao Luo released his choke on Wang Tuyun, who was only half alive and hurled her across to Guo Qinghe like a sandbag. Wang Tuyun simultaneously gasped from being able to breathe again and shrieked miserably from her horrific crash into his impaled body. The entire kendo gym turned into purgatory, and Guo Qinghe and Wang Tuyun were like two lost souls being tortured.
“So, once again, what did I do?”
Xiao Luo asked Guo Qinghe with a cruel smile on his face. For the crowd looking on, his smile was no different to a devil’s sinister grin, leaving them horrified and trembling in fear.
Guo Qinghe finally understood what fear really meant. Xiao Luo’s cruelty had smashed his resilience and any resistance he had left in his heart.
“Didn’t you say that I was ungrateful? Didn’t you accuse me of being cruel? Well, since you were convinced that I was, I had to show it to you. So, are you not planning to say anything else to me? I can accept anything, even if I’m not that kind of person, I can become like him immediately,” Xiao Luo said.
“You… m-monster…!”
Guo Qinghe was quivering with rage and fear, but he managed to utter those words.
“I like that nickname,” Xiao Luo remarked.
Xiao Luo didn’t give a hoot—it didn’t matter who was right or wrong, whether he was being cruel or not, or whether his actions contravened the law. He only knew that he loved Su Xiaobei like his own daughter, and whoever harmed her would be seen as his enemy and would have to bear with his rage.
At that moment, a bespectacled man in his fifties walked through the kendo gym entrance dressed in a Japanese kimono. His hair was almost white, and he stood at about 1.6 meters tall, but he had an imposing demeanor, the kind that was borne of power, and was capable of instilling fear in people.
The middle-aged man looked around, scanning the kendo gym’s chaotic condition and suddenly shouted, “What’s going on? What happened here?!”
He spoke haltingly, precisely like how a Japanese person would speak in Chinese on TV dramas, and, as it turned out, he was Japanese.
His eyes widened in shock, for he suddenly noticed Guo Qinghe impaled on the wall and Wang Tuyun on the ground next to him with blood all over her body and her arm severed. He dropped the katana the was holding, and for a moment, he felt his soul leave his body.
“F-father…”
Wang Tuyun reached out with her good arm to him and called out in a frail voice. She had lost a lot of blood, and her face was ghostly pale.
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