I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 388: Loo Xingchen Not Following the Usual Path_1

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Loo Xingchen Not Following the Usual Path_1

Even thinking about Shen Dong kneeling beneath him begging for mercy brought a sly smile to Loo Haipeng’s face.

Without hesitation, he made a call to the manager of Dragon Scale Island, Xiao Wenmao, explained his purpose, and promised that he would pay five million as a reward upon successful completion of his plan.

Xiao Wenmao, thinking that Loo Haipeng was only after an ordinary person and unable to resist the temptation of money, finally agreed.

After hanging up, Loo Haipeng laughed in triumph, "Shen Dong, you guys just wait to feed the fish."

On the other hand, Shen Dong, having learned of Loo Haipeng’s scheme, had already arranged with Blair to turn the tables and set a trap to capture them all in one fell swoop.

Afterward, he sat down with Wang Xiaocong, Zhou Chengyu, and others to drink and discuss life in the room.

But an anxious Loo Xingchen couldn’t wait any longer and quietly arrived at the room number where Shen Dong was staying after calling a few thugs.

Then came the sound of knocking; thinking it was Chen Yuyan returning, Shen Dong went to check the door.

"Mr. Shen, sit down, I’ll get it," Zhou Chengyu said, picking up the wine bottle and staggering towards the door.

Little did he know, the moment Zhou Chengyu opened the door, a knife stabbed towards him.

"Ah!"

Realizing what was happening, Zhou Chengyu immediately smashed the wine bottle and stabbed it into Loo Xingchen’s stomach.

"Chengyu!" Shen Dong instantly sobered up, shouting out to stop him and dashed forward.

How had everyone gotten hurt in the blink of an eye?

Shen Dong ran over to Zhou Chengyu and understood the situation at a glance; Loo Xingchen was holding his belly, struggling on the carpet, and stammering, "Zhou Chengyu, you... you dare to kill me, what’s the meaning of this?"

Heh," Zhou Chengyu let out a sound, gripping the broken wine bottle as he walked forward.

His breathing was rapid, his hand holding the bottle had veins bulging, and his eyes looked possessed, bruised and bright.

"Chengyu!"

"Get the hell away, Wang Xiaocong, take him away!" Zhou Chengyu shoved Shen Dong aside, never taking his eyes off Loo Xingchen.

"Zhou Chengyu!" Regardless of everything, Shen Dong went to grab the bloody wine bottle.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaocong struggled internally, like a cord of hemp. His patron in the capital had been beaten, and he needed help for his own hopes. Which side should he support?

Wang Xiaocong cursed inwardly, turned, and ran towards Shen Dong, "Don’t meddle, let go!"

Seeing Zhou Chengyu about to commit murder, Shen Dong lost his mind. Killing Loo Xingchen would bring no benefits; Zhou Chengyu was simply causing unnecessary trouble!

"Why are you stopping me, go stop him!"

Stop my ass! Wang Xiaocong cursed internally.

He was well aware that having one’s head bust open in Zhou Chengyu’s territory was a situation that could never end well.

Wang Xiaocong’s mouth twisted, his head nodding in the air, while his eyes flicked with a struggle that gradually faded, replaced by a hint of ruthlessness.

"Standing there..." Shen Dong didn’t know what Wang Xiaocong was thinking, seeing him motionless, he urged impatiently.

In that instant, Wang Xiaocong charged out, bumped into Zhou Chengyu, and lunged at Loo Xingchen, headbutting him in the face, "Always making trouble for me. Don’t you know how to write the word ’death’? I’ll teach you a lesson today!"

A left punch, a right kick, Wang Xiaocong fought like a madman.

Not satisfied with the beating, he picked up Loo Xingchen and slammed him down hard on a glass table.

The sound of the crash and the sight of fresh blood made one’s heart tremble.

"Damn you, Wang Xiaocong!" Shen Dong had no idea that Loo Xingchen would show up so soon. He knew that after this beating, he was sure to face a lot more trouble.

Shen Dong shouted in agitation, still wondering if Loo Xingchen might call the police, when his arm was pulled, causing him to stumble.

Regaining his balance, he saw Zhou Chengyu protecting him with one hand, while the other clutched a watermelon knife, his face dark as he stared towards the entrance of the Crown Club, "Let’s go."

"Where to..." Before he could finish his sentence, the Crown Club suddenly plunged into darkness.

People closed in like a collapsing mountain; each face grimaced with teeth clenched, filled with murderous intent.

"Chengyu..."

"Get lost!" Zhou Chengyu kicked Shen Dong away and charged forward with a watermelon knife in his hand.

Scenes that could only be found in gangster movies were once again playing out before Shen Dong. What the hell was going on?

"Mr. Shen, hurry up and get up here!"

"Run!"

Chen Yuyan and a few other girls were shouting sharply from the second-floor railing. The Crown, the ship they were on, descended into chaos, with crackling noises like New Year’s firecrackers.

Run? Run my ass!

Shen Dong cursed inwardly as he watched Zhou Chengyu fighting in the crowd, knowing that if he rushed in, he would be nothing but cannon fodder.

"Hold on, Chengyu, hold on!" Shen Dong muttered, using his agile body to leap over tables and railings, ducking and weaving as he broke free from the chaotic crowd.

He collected three or four lighters from the tables and hid a glass bottle under the sofa.

He was breathing rapidly, and images of Zhou Chengyu being hacked to death flashed through his mind...

The more he thought, the faster he breathed, the more his hands trembled, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Shen Dong urged himself as sweat the size of soybeans fell from his cheeks like rain.

Screech, screech...

It took seven or eight strikes of the revolver lighter to finally light a cigarette. Then, he stuffed a bundle of lighters and the lit cigarette into the glass bottle.

Sealing the bottle, Shen Dong suddenly stood up and threw the glass bottle backward toward the crowd.

A fiery red parabola appeared in the dark interior of the Crown, unbeknownst to those fighting amidst the chaos.

There was a loud bang. The explosion from the lighter wasn’t very powerful, but to Loo Xingchen, Zhou Chengyu, and the others, any explosion or gunshot was terrifying.

The people who were hit by the exploding glass shards howled in pain, magnifying the terror.

"An explosive?"

"Did someone use a firearm?"

The brawl momentarily ceased, and Shen Dong, hiding in the shadows, perked up his ears to listen, praying in his heart, Chengyu, please be safe, Chengyu...

"Chengyu! Quickly, save Chengyu!"

Hearing this shout, Shen Dong’s tense heart relaxed somewhat, yet he felt extremely angry!

Relief, because there were cries for help and not shouts for revenge, which meant Chengyu was probably not dead; anger, because it meant Zhou Chengyu must be seriously injured.

Shen Dong’s eyes were fierce, but his hands didn’t stop moving.

He knew that the explosion wouldn’t fool them for long, so he was making a second, more vicious contraption.

It must be said, watching a bit of television wasn’t without its benefits.

On the floor lay the sobering device, into which Shen Dong had already poured two bottles of high-proof vodka, along with sugar beads and the zippo’s special refueling gasoline, all mixed together.

The trash can was right next to him; he stuffed in toilet paper, plastic bags, and a sanitary pad discarded by some woman, all jam-packed inside.

At that moment, Loo Xingchen’s furious and unintelligible yell resounded.

"Kill the bastard!"

There’s more coming! Given the chance, he’d definitely skin and flay that bastard.

Come on!

Screech, the faint light ignited the sanitary pad, and the sudden brightness caught the attention of others in the silence.

"Who’s over there!"

"Come out!"

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