Chapter 53: The Demon Kills All (1/2)

Bam! The door of the cell was pushed open. Qin Wu, who sat on the floor with tangled hair, lifted his head with a snap. His initially blank eyes cast about a fleetingly sharp gaze, then became blank again. Holding a lunch box, Qin Zong walked in alone.

“Master,” the warden had greeted Qin Zong respectfully. The Qin family head had ordered the warden to open Qin Wu’s cell door and to stand guard outside while he went in. Qin Zong’s arrival seemed to have no effect on Qin Wu and his wife. Qin Wu’s wife continued to stare into space and repeatedly call her son’s name, “Yu-er,” while Qin Wu looked indifferently at Qin Zong and remained silent.

Qin Zong didn’t speak either. He stepped forward and squatted in front on Qin Wu. Opening the lunch box, he took out a few plates of delicious dishes and wine. With wine and meat, it was a sumptuous spread.

“Is this my last meal?” Looking at the rich lunch, Qin Wu’s indifferent expression cracked slightly.

“Sigh…” Qin Zong exhaled deeply with resignation and guilt. “Qin Wu, you shouldn’t have acted rashly then.” And, the man sighed once more.

“Hmph.” Qin Wu smirked coldly. “Master, may I ask you a question? If your son had been killed by someone, could you remain calm?”

Qin Zong sighed again. “I understand how you feel, but you shouldn’t have offended the Elder.”

“I never wanted to offend him in the beginning. But, Qin Chong killed my son and accused him of a malicious crime! You dare not punish him, and even the Elder sides with him! Isn’t it just because Qin Chong is the Elder’s illegitimate son?” Qin Wu said with hatred.

“Qin Wu, you…” Qin Zong wanted to stop Qin Wu, yet he could only sigh. “Qin Wu, Qin Chong being the Elder’s illegitimate son is taboo. If you say as much, how can he tolerate you?”

“So be it then. I’m just going to die right? That’s nice; our family can reunite in Hell,” said Qin Wu apathetically. In these many days, he’d long prepared for today.

“If I tell you that Qin Yu’s still alive, would you still think so?”

Qin Zong’s words stunned Qin Wu, and he trembled and widened his eyes. “What did you say? Yu-er is still alive?”

“Yes, he is. He is currently in the Battlefield of the Martial Competition,” Qin Zong stated with certainty.

“You…you…you aren’t lying?” Qin Wu shook with agitation.

“I…” Qin Zong was about to say something when another loud bang came from outside. The door of the cell burst open, and a few men rushed in with deadly auras. Qin Chong led the way for Qin Biao and his men.

“Master, you’re here as well,” a little stunned, Qin Chong greeted Qin Zong. The family head rose and emotionlessly shifted his gaze over Qin Chong and his entourage. He knew why Qin Chong had come, but there was nothing much he could say.

“Their last meal, let them finish it,” he ordered with a gloomy face. Qin Chong’s gaze fell upon the meal set in front of Qin Wu and grinned sinisterly.

“ Sure, I’ll give Master the respect and allow them to finish this last feast.”

Qin Zong nodded and shifted his helpless gaze to Qin Wu again. “Qin Wu, eat properly for now. I’ll take my leave,” his deep voice resounded. He turned away and left immediately as he could no longer stay in Qin Chong’s presence.

Seeing that Qin Zong had left, Qin Chong’s gaze hardened as he spoke to Qin Biao beside him. “Qin Biao, how much time do we have left?”

Qin Biao understood and stepped forward to answer, “Second Uncle, time is up.”

“It seems like we don’t have long to wait. The dishes aren’t finished, so you should help him,” ordered Qin Chong.

“Yes.” Qin Biao approached Qin Yu’s parents with a twisted smile, and he picked up the dish from the floor. In a flash, the dish was dumped over Qin Wu’s head. Strands of meat and vegetables stuck to Qin Wu’s messy hair, and the grease flowed down onto his forehead and face. But, it was not over yet: Qin Biao opened the bottle of wine and, with a mad grin, he poured the wine all over Qin Wu’s head. Qin Wu quietly tolerated Qin Biao’s humiliation with a numb look.

“Hahaha! A cripple indeed! Absolutely useless!” Once he’d poured out the wine, Qin Biao threw the bottle to the floor. “Second Uncle, the food is finished.”