Chapter 372: No Hoots Given

Despite standing a distance of seven or eight meters away, Xiao Luo could still see the marks made on Su Xiaobei’s tender neck by Wang Tuyun’s sharp fingernails. This made his heart boil and put him on the edge of insanity.

Wang Tuyun was trembling, but for the sake of the man she loved, she was willing to do everything she could. She kept her grip firmly on Su Xiaobei’s neck and shouted, “Hold Senior Brother Qinghe up, tie your own hands and feet with that rope over there, and then I’ll release her. Otherwise, do not blame me if anything happens to this girl!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she exerted more pressure on her grip. Su Xiaobei’s face swelled up and turned red in agony. She tried her best to struggle, wanting to free herself from Wang Tuyun’s restraint, but she was only a four-year-old child, and there was little she could do against an adult.

“You bitch, let go of her!” Su Canye shouted; he was furious and was pacing back and forth, unsure of what to do.

Wang Tuyun screamed back in response, “Shut up, you good-for-nothing. Don’t you think I know that you’re trying to pursue me? Get a mirror and look at yourself! You are nothing than a filthy mud loach, and you can’t compare to senior brother Qinghe, not even to a strand of his hair. What makes you qualified to woo me?” Wang Tuyun was deranged and had lost her ability to reason. Her beautiful countenance was now distorted by anger, and she no longer looked that pretty.

Su Canye’s face darkened, alternating between shades of purplish and green. He finally understood what Xiao Luo meant by “wake up.” This woman wasn’t worthy of him at all, and no matter how much time and money he invested, he would still be inferior to the beckoning call of Guo Qinghe’s index finger.

“You with the surname Xiao, You better…”

Wang Tuyun was about to lash out a few more harsh words, but when she turned her head toward Xiao Luo again, she nearly jumped in fright, because Xiao Luo was suddenly standing right before her eyes like he had used teleportation, and he was staring at her with a terrifying look on his face.

In a flash, Xiao Luo had his hand around her throat, pressing on her critical pressure points. His hand had grasped her neck as quickly as a striking viper.

The chokehold was immensely strong, and Wang Tuyun was suffocating instantly!

Wang Tuyun released Su Xiaobei instinctively, as she tried to force Xiao Luo’s hand off her throat, thumping and scratching at his arm. But her efforts were futile, and she suddenly felt her feet being lifted off the ground, and even when she tried to go on tiptoes, her feet could no longer touch solid ground. She felt like her windpipe was being ripped out, and her lungs were about to burst at any time. The pain was excruciating, and she couldn’t breathe or say a word.

Su Canye quickly ran up and grabbed Su Xiaobei then took her aside before he carefully inspected her neck.

Xiao Luo saw the bruise marks on the little girl’s neck, there were abrasions, and parts of her skin were punctured by the sharp nails with a bit of blood oozing out.

Xiao Luo smiled at Su Xiaobei gently and said, “Bei Bei, close your eyes, and don’t look.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

The little girl nodded and whimpered sadly, but she still obeyed as she duly closed her eyes.

“Take care of her. Do not let her be held captive again.” Xiao Luo turned to Su Canye and spoke.

Su Canye nodded resolutely as he knew that it was his own negligence that led to this. He would never let anyone hurt Su Xiaobei again.

Xiao Luo then gave Wang Tuyun a sinister stare and broke into a terrifying laugh. Wang Tuyun was still struggling to escape his hold, as Xiao Luo extended his hand in the direction of a distant object, and once again, and the broken tip of Guo Qinghe’s sword flew into his hand incredibly.

“Xiao Luo, what… what are you going to do?”

A short distance away, Guo Qinghe, lying on the ground like a dying dog, was in a panic and shouted, “She is the kendo master’s daughter. If you dare to hurt her, he will never let you off that easily! Don’t do anything silly!”

Xiao Luo ignored his pleas, and before anyone realized what was happening, the broken tip of the sword was brought down in a flash, and there was blood everywhere. Xiao Luo had taken off one of Wang Tuyun’s limbs, and blood spurted like a fountain from the stump that was once her arm. A thick scent of blood permeated throughout the entire kendo gym.

“AHHHHH!”

Wang Tuyun wailed miserably as she struggled with the realization that she had lost her arm, and tears of fear and anguish poured out from her eyes uncontrollably. She stared at Xiao Luo in horror—he was a demon, a terrifying bloodthirsty demon. She could feel pain down to her core, and the scent of death added to her endless despair.

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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