Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 875 - 874 You’re Not Worthy!

Chapter 875: Chapter 874 You’re Not Worthy!

Min’er struggled to breathe as she was being choked, her continuous struggles proving futile, and she could only plead with her eyes.

The other men were taken aback, one of them saying, "Big brother, is such cruelty really necessary? After all, we just played with her!"

"You know nothing!" the leader snapped, "We’re going to work for the New Ten Great Families, and this little wench knows our previous plan. If she goes to the Ten Great Families and spills the beans, wouldn’t we be done for? Forget about the rewards, we’d probably be killed on the spot, get it?"

The others suddenly understood, and one of them immediately said, "Right, this damn bitch must die!"

The rest nodded in agreement; they couldn’t let the New Ten Great Families find out about this. Otherwise, they were truly finished. Silencing her was a must!

It was at this moment that Min’er realized the grave situation she was in. Her eyes welled with tears as she desperately shook her head and clumsily tried to beg for mercy. But these men had no intention of sparing her.

One of the men took out a dagger and plunged it straight into her chest.

Min’er’s mouth gaped open, her body going limp as she exhaled far more than she inhaled.

"Damn whore, remember this, blame your own sluttishness!" the man sneered, "With just a word from me, you believed me and knelt to lick us. Don’t you think you deserve to die?"

Blood trickled from the corners of Min’er’s mouth, her lips trembling, unable to speak. How she wished none of this had happened, that she had never gotten into this car. Or how she wished she could have let go of hatred and not gotten involved in these matters!

While the men were sneering, suddenly, a cold voice came from behind them.

"You kill at will here, don’t you know that murder demands a life in return?"

The men’s faces changed, as they turned to look, they saw a young man standing by the doorway. Unbeknownst to them, the door had been opened.

"Motherfucker, who are you, daring to meddle in my business..." one man cursed.

The leader’s expression changed drastically, hurrying to pull back the cursing man and bowing hastily, "Mr. Zhao, good... good to see you... "

"Mr. Zhao?" The men were all stunned. Who else could be addressed like that at this moment?

The young man at the doorway was indeed Zhao Ping’an. He ignored the men, walking straight into the room, looking at Min’er who was now lying in a pool of blood on the bed.

Seeing Zhao Ping’an enter, Min’er’s previously dim eyes suddenly filled with spirit. She stretched out a hand, trying to reach for Zhao Ping’an, but she couldn’t.

"Mr. Zhao, how... how did you get here?" The leading man’s voice trembled, Zhao Ping’an’s appearance at this time made him suspect that Zhao Ping’an might have heard their earlier conversation.

"You wanted to buy bombs to kill us, how could I not come and see?" Zhao Ping’an said.

The complexions of the men changed drastically; they fully understood that Zhao Ping’an indeed knew their plan.

Without any hesitation, the men turned to run away. But they were no match for Zhao Ping’an’s speed.

Zhao Ping’an rushed to the doorway, and with a few punches, the men were sent flying back, tumbling to the ground, none surviving the blows.

After dealing with these men, Zhao Ping’an finally approached the bedside and quietly looked at Min’er, who was covered in blood.

Min’er, overwhelmed with emotion and summoning strength from nowhere, stammered out, "Ping’an, save... save me..."

Zhao Ping’an just looked at her, making no movement at all.

"Ping’an, can’t you... can’t you forgive me..." Min’er said with a sobbing tone, "I... I really love you, I’m afraid of losing you, so... that’s why I did it..."

Zhao Ping’an still ignored her.

Min’er felt somewhat desperate, making one last struggle as she extended her hand with a trembling voice, "Ping’an, I... I know I’ve wronged you, I... I’m not asking you to save me, but... can you... can you let me die in your arms, I... I would be satisfied..."

Zhao Ping’an finally spoke; he looked at Min’er and said word by word, "You! Don’t! Deserve it!"

Min’er’s face turned completely pale, tears finally overflowing from her eyes. Because she knew very well that she truly did not deserve it!

Not long after, the woman completely closed her eyes.

Zhao Ping’an wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye; there was no grief, no sorrow. This tear might as well be a tribute to his once melodramatic love!

In this lifetime, perhaps no other woman could disappoint him like this again. Because he would definitely never trust any woman again!

Su Yang stood in the distance, not intervening in this matter any further. This was also a way for him to train Zhao Ping’an’s temperament; after all, Zhao Ping’an lacked the experience of Su Yang’s three years in the military. No matter how strong one’s abilities were, without a good head on their shoulders, they couldn’t manage Hanxi Province for Su Yang!

...

Late at night, on a tall mountain 70 kilometers north of the provincial capital of the North Suburb, there sat a smiling monk in a meditative pose.

Before the monk on the ground lay a man covered in blood; it was none other than Liu Shuangcan, whom Su Yang had crippled of one hand and one foot.

The monk sat quietly for a long time, slowly infusing a strand of dark golden light into Liu Shuangcan’s body.

The unconscious Liu Shuangcan gradually woke up, looked around with a surprised expression, but said nothing.

Having experienced countless sufferings since childhood, Liu Shuangcan could adapt to any environment. Moreover, his heart was already dead. With one hand and one foot gone, and roughly half of his meridians destroyed, he was essentially a cripple. Thus, whatever his fate might be, he no longer cared!

This monk was none other than Smiling Buddha, who had previously fought Lian Wanxiong, was defeated, and had hurriedly kidnapped Liu Shuangcan.

"Why don’t you speak?" Smiling Buddha asked cheerfully.

"What’s there to say?" Liu Shuangcan responded coldly, "If you want to kill or torture me, just do it. Don’t think you can make me beg for mercy or cry; that’s impossible!"

"You’ve got spirit!" Smiling Buddha laughed heartily, "What if I ask you to do something for me?"

"Do something for you?" Liu Shuangcan widened his eyes, looking at Smiling Buddha with a perplexed expression, "What do you really want to do? Do you think because I’m in this state you can insult me at will? Let me tell you, I, Liu Shuangcan, may have lost, but I’m not just anyone’s doormat. Even in death, I will never beg for your mercy!"

Smiling Buddha said, "I’m not asking you to beg for mercy; I’m just asking you to do something for me."

"Impossible!" Liu Shuangcan stated bluntly.

Smiling Buddha said with a smile, "Don’t be hasty to refuse; perhaps you might want to hear what it is I’m asking you to do first, then decide. Who knows, the thing I want you to do might be exactly what you’ve been wanting to do!"