I Received Messages From Future Self!
Chapter 611 - 607 Qi Yu!

Chapter 611: Chapter 607 Qi Yu!

Midnight!

Tang City!

Junyue Villa District, Villa No. 11.

"Something’s wrong, something big has happened!"

A young man hurriedly sprinted out of the villa’s basement, shouting loudly as he ran.

"What’s the matter? Why are you making a fuss?"

"Do you want to draw the wolves in?"

Qi Yu, who was sitting in the villa’s living room, frowned and rebuked him sharply.

If Fang Xiaocao were here, she would surely be surprised.

The Qi Yu of this moment was entirely different from the Qi Yu she remembered.

The current Qi Yu emanated violence, arrogance, coldness...

It was as if all the negative emotions had clustered around him alone.

He gave off an aura akin to that of a fearsome tyrant.

Hearing Qi Yu’s reprimand, the young man trembled in fear.

He immediately shut his mouth and stood awkwardly in place.

"What happened?"

Qi Yu glanced at the young man sideways and asked in a low voice.

"The bionic robots we sold to the pawnshop have disconnected en masse from the backend,"

"We’ve lost control of those disconnected bionic robots."

"Could it be that the backdoor I left was discovered by the pawnshop?"

Seeing that Qi Yu didn’t seem intent on punishing him, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained everything in one breath.

It was as though he feared speaking too slowly might provoke Qi Yu’s displeasure.

After hearing the young man’s account, Qi Yu’s brow furrowed deeply, forming a crease between his eyes.

After a moment of contemplation, Qi Yu shook his head: "Impossible."

"If they had the ability, they would’ve discovered it long ago. Why wait until now?"

Qi Yu rejected the young man’s speculation with a shake of his head: "Check the black market website. See if anything has happened to the pawnshop."

Qi Yu’s sharp thinking led him to quickly deduce that the mass disconnection of the bionic robots from the backend might indicate trouble within the pawnshop.

Hearing Qi Yu’s words, the young man paused for a moment, seemingly unable to keep up with Qi Yu’s abrupt line of thinking.

"Get moving!"

Qi Yu scowled and roared angrily.

"I’ll go right away."

The young man jumped in fright and dashed off.

After the young man left, Qi Yu leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples in exhaustion.

"What on earth happened while I was in prison?"

Qi Yu stared blankly out of the window, muttering under his breath.

After spacing out for a while, Qi Yu rose from the sofa.

Holding a glass of red wine, he headed towards a room on the first floor.

Screech—

The door creaked open, releasing a heavy stench of blood into the air.

Instead of feeling repulsed, Qi Yu took a deep breath, savoring the odor.

He stepped into the room.

The room had been converted into a torture chamber; iron frames welded around its periphery were lined with all kinds of torture tools.

In the center of the room stood a metal-constructed crucifix.

On the cross hung a man riddled with wounds.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man weakly lifted his head.

"Mr. Qi..."

"The disease in your body was spread to you by Han Xue as revenge."

"It really has nothing to do with me. That damn woman passed it to me too."

The man’s voice was raspy, like two pieces of sandpaper scraping together.

Qi Yu smiled faintly and took a sip of red wine: "I know."

"But Han Xue is already dead, and I need someone to pay, don’t I?"

"Shen Tao, it’s just bad luck that I found evidence linking Han Xue’s disease back to you."

The disfigured man bound to the crucifix, tortured beyond recognition, turned out to be Shen Tao, the boss of Bar Street.

You—

Hearing Qi Yu’s words, Shen Tao’s eyes filled with anguish and fury.

"Calm down."

"You’re the fish, I’m the butcher. Stay composed—it might save you some pain."

Qi Yu chuckled as he spoke.

He raised the wineglass high above Shen Tao’s head and slowly tilted it, letting the crimson liquid pour out.

It drenched Shen Tao’s head.

"Shen Tao, don’t say I lack brotherly spirit."

"This wine costs 100,000 yuan a bottle. While you can still drink, take a sip."

Qi Yu spoke in a mockingly sarcastic tone laced with contempt.

Desperation drove Shen Tao to extend his tongue, lapping at the drops of wine trickling down his blood-soaked hair.

Watching Shen Tao’s degrading state, worse than a dog’s, Qi Yu laughed.

"You actually dare to drink it?"

Qi Yu’s expression suddenly darkened, his face curling into a snarl as he shouted.

Before the words finished hanging in the air, Qi Yu kicked Shen Tao savagely in the stomach.

Barf—

Shen Tao spat out a mouthful of wine-mingled blood.

"Shen Tao, you look like a stray dog right now."

Qi Yu ridiculed Shen Tao’s sorry state without restraint.

He grabbed a leather whip from the iron rack beside him.

Qi Yu plunged the leather whip into a bucket of saltwater and looked coldly at Shen Tao.

Shen Tao gazed at Qi Yu in panic: "Mr. Qi, I beg you, stop torturing me."

"If you think it’s all my fault, just give me a quick death."

Shen Tao pleaded, his eyes filled with terror and supplication.

"A quick death?"

Qi Yu repeated in amusement.

Busy nodding fervently, Shen Tao didn’t notice the malicious gleam in Qi Yu’s eyes.

Hehe—

Qi Yu sneered.

Crack—

Qi Yu suddenly swung the saltwater-soaked whip violently, lashing it across Shen Tao’s body.

Aah—

Shen Tao let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Crack—

Crack—

The sound of the whip grew louder and louder, while Shen Tao’s screams faded progressively.

One hour later!

Qi Yu stepped out of the room, refreshed, while the young man had already returned to the living room.

"How are things?"

Qi Yu poured himself a fresh glass of red wine and asked offhandedly.

"There isn’t much news on the black market website."

"However, someone posted that several branches of the pawnshop were attacked by mysterious forces, with the battles reportedly very intense."

"The post has been up for two hours now, but the pawnshop headquarters has yet to respond."

"This suggests that something may indeed have happened internally at the pawnshop."

The young man immediately reported the information he had gathered to Qi Yu.

Qi Yu nodded: "Hmm."

"I’ll send someone to confirm it. You don’t need to worry about this matter."

"The toy inside is dead. Deal with it and get me a new one."

"You can go now."

Qi Yu spoke without any expression.

Qi Yu’s nonchalant words sent a chill down the young man’s spine.

He naturally understood that the "toy" Qi Yu referred to was Shen Tao.

And the "new toy" Qi Yu wanted would obviously be another unfortunate person.

"Yes!"

The young man suppressed the fear in his eyes, nodded in reply, and turned towards the room.

A short while later, he dragged Shen Tao’s mangled corpse out of the room and headed straight for the villa’s backyard.

"An undercover?"

"Doesn’t seem like it; he’s quite adept at handling dirty work."

Qi Yu lounged on the sofa, sipping his red wine while keeping his eyes fixed on the young man’s busy silhouette.

"Never mind, it doesn’t matter whether he is or not."

"I’ll deal with him casually in a few days."

Qi Yu irritably scratched his head, muttering to himself.