Urban Super Medical Sage
Chapter 84 - 84 79 The Game_2

84: Chapter 79: The Game_2 84: Chapter 79: The Game_2 Xiao Yuan’s entire body was ice-cold, and tears streamed down ceaselessly as she screamed, “No!

No!!

No!!!”

Su Chen was silent, solemnly gripping the dagger in his hand.

Deep inside, a wolf-like savagery continued to torment him.

At this moment, he especially wanted to indulge in bloodshed and murder, to crush Zhou Ang into pieces.

But reason told him, he couldn’t—now, he was not confident that he could save Xiao Yuan while ensuring her safety.

“What, in the end, is it just yourself that’s most important?” Zhou Ang barked out, roaring, “Su Chen!!!

Don’t you love Xiao Yuan?

Weren’t you willing to do anything to save Xiao Yuan?

Huh?!”

Thump…

The answer to Zhou Ang was the sound of the dagger piercing flesh, sinking deeply in the dead silence.

Su Chen wielded the dagger, ruthlessly plunging it into his chest without mercy.

The glaring crimson of blood spread rapidly.

Su Chen’s complexion suddenly turned a shade paler.

However, there was no danger to his life, because the length of the dagger was insufficient to be fatal—of course, even if it wasn’t fatal.

But such a stab was extremely painful; the fresh blood and the gaping wound were vividly real, and even Su Chen’s ribs had broken from the thrust.

“Enough?” In the deathly stillness, Su Chen stared at Zhou Ang, his voice calm, so serene it sent chills down one’s spine.

“Su Chen!!!

What…

what…

what are you doing?

What are you doing, ah?!” Xiao Yuan shrieked, her tears flowing wildly.

Her heart ached so badly, truly so badly; she didn’t understand why Su Chen was so good to her, why?

Her heart trembled; she would rather endure the pain herself.

The dagger lodged in Su Chen’s body was also lodged in her own heart.

Answering Su Chen was Zhou Ang’s shake of the head, his eyes playfully blinking as he gently shook his head—not enough!

Not nearly enough!

Thump…

Without hesitation, Su Chen lifted his hand again and the dagger, aiming for his chest, plunged in once more.

Another bloody hole.

Unflinching.

Blood flowed even more profusely, and Su Chen’s face grew even paler, but it was clear that not even his breathing fluctuated slightly, as if his body was not his own, as if he had no pain receptors at all.

“Enough?” Su Chen and Zhou Ang locked gazes.

Zhou Ang remained silent.

And so…

Thump!

Thump!!

Thump!!!

Su Chen began wielding the dagger continuously, each time ruthlessly inserting it into his own chest, each time creating a glaring wound, each time cruel and cold.

Su Chen was resolute, without any hesitation.

If he couldn’t even save the woman he loved, then let him, Su Chen, die!

If he couldn’t save his own woman, what was the point of living?

He didn’t harbor great ambitions; in this second life, all he yearned for was to ensure Xiao Yuan, that Lin Lanxin, was safe and lived happily, to make amends for the regrets of his previous life and to protect his loved ones from harm.

A man who could not achieve this, who failed to do so, what kind of man was he?

To save Xiao Yuan, was it not just to suffer, to bleed, to plunge a knife into himself?

He would not waver.

Of course, he appeared insane, yet in reality, his eyes remained cool to the utmost degree.

He was seizing the opportunity, looking for the best chance to strike Zhou Ang lethally and rescue Xiao Yuan.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t do this, don’t…” Xiao Yuan was on the verge of breaking down, screaming while her tears nearly dried up, her heart wrenching with true agony.

At this moment, she had only one thought—to commit suicide!

She wanted to kill herself!

Even if it meant suicide, she couldn’t allow Su Chen to harm himself like this for her sake!

Watching Su Chen mutilate himself, watching him covered in blood, made her feel like life wasn’t worth living.

However, what made her despair was that she couldn’t even kill herself.

When she tried to throw her neck onto the large knife before her, it would always, just in time, be flipped by Zhou Ang’s control, turning the blade away so its backside met her neck.

How could Zhou Ang possibly let her kill herself?

If Xiao Yuan died, Su Chen would no longer hesitate in his actions.

“Thinking of suicide?

Don’t even think about it,” Zhou Ang sneered triumphantly.

Xiao Yuan couldn’t escape.

She couldn’t take her own life either.

Su Chen stabbed himself with a dagger ten times.

“Drip, drip, drip…”

Blood had long since flowed down Su Chen’s clothes, arms, and the dagger, dripping onto the ground.

On the ground, a large patch of bloodstains looked chillingly vivid, far too red.

The smell of blood wafted on the breeze, spreading over the entire overpass.

“Enough!” After a long while, Zhou Ang finally spoke.

He smiled faintly, his eyes brimming with increasing satisfaction and amusement.

By making Su Chen harm himself in such a way, although Su Chen hadn’t died, the agony—ha, ha—was unimaginable, right?

This pain was far more excruciating than death itself.

The key point was, after such ten self-inflicted stabbings, Su Chen was now seriously injured.

Even if his internal organs were not much damaged, who knew how many ribs were broken?

And how much blood had been lost?

Hadn’t they seen how ashen Su Chen’s face was, as if smeared with lime powder?

How much strength could such a Su Chen still possess?

“Truly shocking,” Zhou Ang remarked with a satisfied gaze on Su Chen as he laughed and raised an eyebrow, “What a scene of loyalty and courage, fearless of life and death.

Tsk tsk…

Look at Xiao Yuan, moved to the verge of tears.

I’m almost moved by you too.”

Su Chen remained silent.

He wouldn’t bother exchanging words with Zhou Ang.

Because, pointless talk would only distract him.

He needed his complete attention to seize the best opportunity to save someone.

Of course, until now, that opportunity hadn’t come, because Zhou Ang was not alone; he was accompanied by four others.

Moreover, these four were among the strongest of the Xi Yun Zhou Family, top-level among top-level, not a single ordinary person among them, all Martial Cultivators within the Mysterious Qi Realm.

“Su Chen, let’s continue playing the game,” Zhou Ang, uninterested in what Su Chen might be thinking—or even in knowing—wanted to keep playing the game.

As he spoke, he gave a look to a black-clad young man about thirty-five years old standing by his side.

Instantly, the expressionless black-clad young man returned to the rear seat of the Range Rover and lifted out a box with both hands.

Liquor.

A whole box of liquor.

Twelve bottles in total, each one naturally encased in a glass bottle.

“Feng, go, deliver these bottles to Su Chen!” Zhou Ang’s smile grew thicker as he directed the black-clad young man, named Feng.

Feng nodded and quickly stepped forward, right in front of Su Chen.

“Su Chen, your second game: crushing a wine bottle barehanded,” Zhou Ang winked at Su Chen, “if you wish to save Xiao Yuan!”

Zhou Ang was very good at this game.

And he was cruel enough.

To crush a wine bottle barehanded was indeed a terrifying feat.

Because once the bottle shattered, the glass would explode instantaneously, and the shards would come into contact with Su Chen’s hands in the very first moment of bursting; the outcome was hardly a matter for speculation.

Just thinking about such pain was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

Zhou Ang, confident of Su Chen’s compliance without even waiting for his agreement, thought with amusement about the lover before him…

Seeing how Su Chen had stabbed himself ten times earlier, Zhou Ang was not the least worried about him refusing.

Zhou Ang glanced at another person beside him and gave him a look.

Instantly.

That person immediately understood Zhou Ang’s intention and quickly took out a tablet computer from the vehicle.

Displayed on the tablet was an elderly man, sitting on a couch with an aura of natural authority.

“Grandpa…” Zhou Ang said respectfully.

“Very well, begin!” The old man on the screen nodded indifferently, and then the camera pivoted to face Su Chen.

Live broadcast!

This was meant to be a live broadcast for the Xi Yun Zhou Family patriarch to watch.

“Su Chen, what’s wrong?

Unwilling?” Zhou Ang hummed, lifting his gaze to Su Chen.

The broadsword in his hand felt even colder, as if ready to tremble, as if poised to slash Xiao Yuan’s throat.

Su Chen’s gaze turned colder, quieter.

There was a hint of color, a fleeting glimpse of sharp brilliance.