The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 41 - 41 41 So What If You Kill Someone

41: Chapter 41 So What If You Kill Someone 41: Chapter 41 So What If You Kill Someone Feeling the tears of the beauty in his arms soaking his clothes, Lin Fei’s heart was slightly pricked with pain.

Women like Ling Weiwei, who at such a young age could occupy a high position in a big corporate group, possessed a psychological quality proportional to their capability.

If she hadn’t suffered a great humiliation, how could Ling Weiwei possibly have thrown herself into his arms and cried without a care for her image?

Had he arrived even slightly later, something unforeseen might have happened.

And the reason for all this was because he, Lin Fei, had once struck Han Qiming in the General Affairs Department.

To some extent, Ling Weiwei was implicated because of him.

Thinking of this, Lin Fei clenched his fists in secret, his eyes filled with an icy murderous intent that spread like blade’s edge, and his murderous desire for Han Qiming thickened to an extreme.

“Crying like this only causes pain to loved ones and joy to enemies.

If you don’t want Han Qiming to continue mocking you, perhaps you could stop for a while?

Once I’ve dealt with him, you can cry however you wish.”

“Weiwei, although I know my embrace is warm, if you keep holding me like this without letting go, Han Qiming might get away.”

Once Lin Fei had spoken, Ling Weiwei’s delicate body stiffened.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before finally releasing her arms from around Lin Fei’s waist.

At the sight of him about to exit the private room, Han Qiming shuddered, his legs nearly collapsing underneath him.

Han Qiming was afraid of dying, exceedingly so, especially after seeing the dire state of Brother Hu.

His heart was already filled with the fear of death.

That’s why he had previously pleaded on his knees for Lin Fei not to kill him.

However, seeing that Lin Fei had ignored him and was solely focused on comforting Ling Weiwei, the desire to live momentarily outweighed the fear of death.

Han Qiming crawled past Lin Fei, struggling to stand up and attempting to flee the room.

Just as Han Qiming staggered to the doorway of the private room, Lin Fei spoke up.

With Lin Fei speaking, it meant he was aware of his slight movements.

However, the doorway was right before him, which, at that moment, represented a ray of hope for survival for Han Qiming.

Ideally rich, reality cruel—although Han Qiming managed to move his legs, he didn’t successfully make it out of the room but was instead grabbed by Lin Fei and brutally thrown onto the floor.

“Which hand did you use to hit Director Ling?”

Lin Fei was already standing over Han Qiming, looking down from on high as if an emperor viewing a lowly ant.

Indeed, in Lin Fei’s eyes, Han Qiming was nothing more than an ant, at most an ant with a bit of background.

People like Han Qiming, placed on the battlefields abroad with mercenaries, wouldn’t even garner a second glance from Lin Fei.

Of course, Han Qiming would never be on a battlefield; firstly, because he wasn’t worthy, and secondly, because he was too scared.

Han Qiming, thrown by Lin Fei, saw stars, his spine cracking open, his body seemingly falling apart.

In such pain, he could only whimper, far from being able to answer Lin Fei’s question.

Lin Fei frowned slightly—he wasn’t patient enough to wait for Han Qiming to recover.

Lin Fei crouched down, picked up a wine bottle that had rolled onto the floor, gripped it, and the bottle shattered with a crack.

Sharp shards of glass scattered across the floor, and Lin Fei picked up a piece, fiercely stabbing it into the back of Han Qiming’s right hand.

“Ah…”

Excruciating pain spread through Han Qiming’s body; his right hand was penetrated by the sharp glass piece, causing him to sweat profusely and shiver all over.

But that wasn’t the end.

Lin Fei picked up another long, sharp shard of glass and viciously stabbed it into the palm of Han Qiming’s left hand.

Han Qiming cried out in pain again, gasping heavily, his face turning pale and green from the intense pain.

His hands were nailed to the floor with shards of glass, each movement causing unbearable agony.

Since Han Qiming wouldn’t reveal which hand had struck Ling Weiwei, Lin Fei didn’t bother asking and simply crippled both of his hands.

It might have seemed like only two ordinary pieces of a broken wine bottle that had cut Han Qiming’s hands, but Lin Fei chose the spots a bit more delicately; Han Qiming’s tendons had been severed.

Fingers are connected to the heart, largely because the tendons in the hands connect to the central nervous system in the brain.

Severing the tendons brought an excruciating pain to the brain, ten times worse than a mere cut on the hands.

“Back at the General Affairs Department, I shouldn’t have hit you,” Lin Fei picked up the third piece of the broken wine bottle and pressed it against Han Qiming’s neck, “instead, I should have killed you right there.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the piece of glass in Lin Fei’s hands plunged into Han Qiming’s neck without hesitation.

Han Qiming’s eyes widened suddenly, and as the blood flowed from his neck, his life slowly faded away.

Despite having anticipated Lin Fei killing him, Han Qiming still held a sliver of hope-thinking of his father and how Lin Fei, being an employee at Mu Group, might still have concerns about Han Zhenhai.

He had intended to plead for his life by mentioning his father, but Lin Fei didn’t give him the chance to speak.

In a private room, if it had been just the two of them, Lin Fei wouldn’t have minded torturing Han Qiming further, given the considerable pain he had inflicted on Ling Weiwei.

Although Ling Weiwei hadn’t suffered much physical abuse from Han Qiming, the emotional torment was irrevocable.

Fortunately, Ling Weiwei was mentally strong.

If it had been a less stable girl, Han Qiming’s treatment could have invariably left scars in her heart.

“Did you, did you kill him?”

Ling Weiwei walked over, her face still wet with tears but her eyes no longer held the sorrow from before, instead, there was now a distinct look of panic.

Ling Weiwei stared unblinkingly at Lin Fei, unable to fathom he would say such things.

With Ling Weiwei’s beauty and status, she had never lacked suitors from her earliest days.

Many men had whispered various sweet nothings to her, but none had ever touched Ling Weiwei’s heart.

But today, Lin Fei’s few words had pierced Ling Weiwei’s heart like a sharp blade, completely engulfing her heart, and a hard-to-describe sentiment began to grow within her.

The law only ever favors the weak, someone like Lin Fei had long transcended beyond its reach.

Of course, these weren’t things Lin Fei could easily explain to Ling Weiwei, nor was it clear if she would believe him.

Lin Fei didn’t want to waste time explaining to Ling Weiwei, nor did he want her to feel too much psychological pressure from Han Qiming’s death, so he said such a thing.

To Lin Fei, it was just a few words spoken casually, but to Ling Weiwei, they took on a whole different taste.

“For you, what’s killing someone?” “I could never allow him a second chance to hurt you.”

Lin Fei spoke these words without much forethought, driven more by guilt.

If not for him, Han Qiming wouldn’t have dared to ransom Ling Weiwei.

Here, Lin Fei missed a point—it was about Ling Weiwei’s feelings.

Lin Fei felt he had dragged Ling Weiwei into this, while Ling Weiwei, on the other hand, felt she had burdened Lin Fei.

In Ling Weiwei’s eyes, Lin Fei had saved her.

At this moment, under this circumstance, he had spoken words so moving.

Yes, to Ling Weiwei those words were profound.

Women often hear flatteries that go in one ear and out the other, but today, Lin Fei’s words went straight to her heart—a truly moving declaration of love!

Ling Weiwei believed she could never forget Lin Fei saying these two tender sentences to her in her lifetime.

As these words were spoken, Lin Fei’s image in Ling Weiwei’s heart shifted from a colleague and a lifesaver to something more akin to a lover.

If at that moment Lin Fei had looked into Ling Weiwei’s eyes, he would have seen less panic and unease, replaced by a hint of tenderness and sweetness.