Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 333: The Demon

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: The Demon

Xu Ke made a bloody hole in the man’s side, so deep that the internal organs were visible as if debriding a patient with a severe illness in a movie. "Better not move, or who knows where my knife will stick," Xu Ke’s devilish whisper echoed in the garage. The man, who had previously been convulsing in pain, now tried with all his might to control his body and remain still after hearing these words.

If one could live, who would really want to die? At this moment, the man’s strong survival instinct was displayed vividly.

Even though there were two bloody holes in his body, he was desperately trying to stay conscious. He knew he must not close his eyes or fall asleep, or he might never wake up again.

If his survival instinct were placed in a hospital, it would be his fortune; but here, it marked the beginning of his suffering.

What shone in Xu Ke’s eyes was not admiration for life, but mockery and cruelty. In front of everyone, he reached his hand into the man’s side through the bloody hole and stirred mercilessly.

At first, the man tried his best to control himself, but eventually, he couldn’t hold on any longer. It was only his body’s instincts continually maneuvering him. Like fish on a chopping board, he struggled frantically, but no matter how hard he tried to escape, he couldn’t evade the fate of being knocked unconscious on the board and slaughtered wantonly.

The man’s ghastly screams resonated in the empty garage, like the last brilliance of a dying man, burning his remaining life in a frenzied howl until extinguished like a candle burned out, falling into silence.

The man’s body twitched a few times on the ground before going still. Xu Ke, too, withdrew his hand from the wound. No matter how careful he was, blood stained Xu Ke, most visibly turning the cuffs a solid red.

Xu Ke frowned slightly at the smell of blood, his eyes locked onto the bright red on his cuff.

The garage fell silent; even the sound of breathing dared not be loud. If they could, they wished they knew the Turtle Breathing Technique, so they wouldn’t have to breathe at all, perhaps avoiding being noticed, preventing a gruesome death.

At this moment, despite Xu Ke’s refined and gentle exterior, in the eyes of those present, he was nothing short of a demon.

"Tsk, dirtying my clothes, such a hassle," Xu Ke said softly.

"Are you finished eating?" Xu Ke wiped the dagger and slid it back into his waist, speaking to Sheng Wenhao.

"Finished." Sheng Wenhao wiped his greasy mouth and burped, announcing.

"If you’re done, let’s head home. It’s getting late." Xu Ke, hands in his pockets, maintained an expression of calmness as if nothing had happened, and with his coat on, he was back to being the refined and handsome young master.

The kidnappers were both terrified of this man and couldn’t help but silently pray for him to leave quickly. Even after years in the underworld, they had never encountered such a terrifying man—no wonder he was the successor of the Xu Family generation.

"Alright, let’s go then." Sheng Wenhao stood up from the ground, patted his backside, and collected all the packaging from the ground, ensuring nothing was left, before speaking to Xu Ke.

Xu Ke raised an eyebrow, surprised at Sheng Wenhao’s actions.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Better safe than sorry; being cautious never hurts." Seeing Xu Ke’s gaze, Sheng Wenhao laughed and responded.

"You have a point." Xu Ke now felt a bit curious about what Sheng Wenhao had experienced abroad to turn from an inexperienced noble young master into someone who could eat unfazed amid screams and even remember to tidy up and leave no traces. This was something the former Sheng Family young master wouldn’t have considered or done.

Though Xu Ke was curious, he didn’t intend to ask. The two left, with everyone watching them.

"They seem quite afraid of you. Isn’t it strange? They were the ones who orchestrated the car accident and kidnapping and used people for threats, yet now they act repulsed. Didn’t they consider the risks when they got into this business? And now, looking this way, isn’t it disgusting?" Sheng Wenhao said with a cold smile, glancing back at the men huddled together as they left the garage.

"Probably because the knife wasn’t on their own bodies, so they don’t know the pain. Let’s go, I need to return home and change. Your sister-in-law is still waiting for me in the hospital," Xu Ke said as he patted Sheng Wenhao’s shoulder.

The two drove away, one after the other.

The people in the garage held their breath, straining to hear the sound of the car starting, their hearts nearly in their throats. Only when they heard the car drive away did they finally let out a sigh of relief.

Once they relaxed, they discovered their clothes sticking coldly to their backs, now drenched. A shiver ran through them as the cold wind blew.

"Boss, we can’t just sit here and wait to die. That guy is a devil; he won’t spare us. You should lead us to escape," a man looking like a skinny monkey suggested to their leader, eyes filled with hope.

"Yeah, boss, we should run. I don’t want to die," someone echoed with a grave expression.

"Do you think I don’t want to escape? But given the current situation, how can we? Tell me," the boss said, jangling the chains on his body, face grim.

"So, boss, what should we do? Are we doomed to just wait here for death, waiting for him to come and slaughter us one by one like livestock?" someone, spurred by Xu Ke, shouted in despair.

"You saw it; he just stuck his hand into Number Three’s flesh and stirred. He doesn’t seem human at all—he’s a demon, a demon!" The man, pulling at his hair frantically, roared in a state of frenzy.

"Calm down. They might not come tomorrow. We need to conserve our strength; that’s our only chance to counter-attack," the leader advised.

However, the leader’s words did not calm the man. Instead, he grew more hysterical. "Shut up! We’re in this mess all because of you! If you hadn’t taken this job, would we be like this? It’s all your fault. Why must we bear this with you?" The man screamed at the leader.

Under normal circumstances, no one would have agreed with the man’s words. But having just endured such a nerve-wracking ordeal, their minds were on edge. Hearing someone vocalize their thoughts, they quickly chimed in, placing all the blame on the leader, as if that could provide some comfort.