The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 450: 450: Young Master Zhi is moved, and once he's moved, lives are taken (second update)

Chapter 450: 450: Young Master Zhi is moved, and once he’s moved, lives are taken (second update)

No wonder they say if you don’t break up properly, you end up enemies.

The police officer didn’t want to deal with these foolish men and heartbroken women any longer. He decided to stick to official business, “Mr. Su, please come with us.”

Su Qinghou’s smile faded, “Do you have any evidence that I broke into a private residence?”

None, all the surveillance was down!

Second Young Master Lu couldn’t be offended, and this ex-boyfriend also seemed hard to mess with, radiating a gloomy aura. The police officer felt like he was going to collapse.

At that moment—

“Su Zhi.”

Someone arrived. The police officer looked over, illuminated by streetlight, and tsk-tsk-tsk, each one of them was too handsome.

“And you are?”

The newcomer pointed at Su Qinghou, “His family member.”

Such a young family member?

No one had called him Su Zhi since Su Qinghou changed his name, only Su Lihua would call him that, depending on her mood, “Are you coming with me, or going to the police station?”

Su Qinghou walked from one streetlight to the next, his shadow shortening, then lengthening, then shortening again, “Take me to the hotel.”

Su Lihua looked at Zhou Xufang, “Shall I take him away?”

Zhou Xufang replied, “Okay.”

Apart from Su Dingzhi, who had stepped down, only Su Lihua could handle Su Qinghou.

Just like that, Su Ex was led away by a family member, and Zhou Xianren and the others didn’t stop it. The police officer felt like he was dreaming.

Su Lihua drove while Su Qinghou, treating him as a chauffeur, sat in the back.

“What are you really trying to do?” Su Lihua glanced in the rearview mirror, “Follow in your father’s footsteps? Develop a genetic superpower? Dominate the world?”

Su Qinghou looked out the window, “None of your business.”

Su Lihua was only two years older than Su Qinghou. Both were raised by Su Dingzhi—one pampered like a cat in a cage, the other wild like a wolf in the forest. Su Lihua was the cat fostered by Su Dingzhi, who could live in luxury but wasn’t allowed claws. Su Qinghou was the wolf, who needed not only claws but also sharp teeth.

A son is still a son at the end of the day; a son is raised as a king, while a brother is raised as a subject.

“Don’t be delusional; one Zhou Xu is enough,” Su Lihua spoke not out of fear-mongering, but because she saw clearer than both father and son, “Create a few more like her and see what happens. If they ever ally, you and your father will be the first to suffer the consequences.”

Su Qinghou turned his head forward, “When did I say I wanted to create several more? Having Zhou Xu is enough. I don’t need to dominate the world—dominating the medical field will suffice.”

Su Lihua didn’t object to this point, but said, “She isn’t yours.”

Su Qinghou held out his hand, looking at the bite marks, “It’s her own fault. Nine years ago, she clung to me, insisting that I save her.”

Back then, Zhou Xu’s genetic superpower had just been triggered, but she still had a weakness—her body was incompatible with Penicillin. Those doctors took her for experiments every day to solve the issue. Meanwhile, Zhou Xu’s resistance to pressure, electricity, and radiation had improved greatly, and regular medication didn’t work on her. The laboratory thought of many inhumane methods and tested them on her.

They almost killed her trying to deal with her Penicillin allergy.

When she was in and out of consciousness, she grabbed Su Qinghou’s hand, saying she was in pain.

He was there to torture her at the time, yet he saw her lying there, barely alive. For the first time, he forgot his defenses and knelt before her, “What did you say?”

If Zhou Xu had been conscious at that moment, it would have been easy for her to kill him.

But she didn’t move, motionless as if dead, her mouth opening and closing.

He leaned in closer and heard her say, “It hurts… I’m in pain…”

Before that, Su Qinghou had never heard her complain of pain. So why didn’t she cry out when he tortured her in every way imaginable?

She must have been in terrible pain, deliriously snatching at his hand.

“Save me.”

“Save me…”

The phrase ‘drinking poison to quench thirst’ came to Su Qinghou’s mind.

This girl was seeking her own death.

He found it very interesting, and wiped the sweat from her forehead, “I can save you, but from now on, you’re mine.”

Three days later, he blew up the laboratory, just to take her.

Who could say she wasn’t his? He had rescued her himself.

“You like Xu Fang.”

Lihua suddenly said this in a definitive statement.

Qing Hou’s face immediately darkened, “Get the hell out.”

Lihua didn’t look at him but stared at the road, “You like her.”

He exploded with rage, “Get the fuck out!”

Lihua turned back, giving him a cold glance, “This is my car. If anyone’s gonna leave, it’s you.”

He stopped the car abruptly.

Qing Hou didn’t wait a moment longer, opened the door, got out, and walked over to the driver’s side, “Lihua, aren’t you looking for Dongshan? I know where she is.”

Lihua’s face, which had been expressionless all along, now showed emotion, “Where is she?”

Qing Hou’s eyes were dark and deep like the bottom of the sea, “Beg me.”

Lihua looked at him in silence, anger flashing in his eyes, murderous intent brewing.

Qing Hou crossed his arms, “Beg me, or I’m walking.”

Lihua gritted his teeth, “I beg you.”

He laughed, “I’m not going to tell you!”

Like?

Like my fucking ass!

Qing Hou wasn’t someone that just sprang out of a rock. He had a mom, a songstress, who got pregnant because she was good-looking and knew how to charm, bearing the child of Dingzhi.

Then that dumb woman went to tell Dingzhi, saying she loved him.

Dingzhi responded, yes, “I also love you.”

After he was born, Dingzhi sent that dumb woman away, and a few days later, she was played with and killed.

Like?

Like Dingzhi?

“Idiot!”

Qing Hou hurled that insult at Lihua.

Lihua immediately floored the gas pedal, leaving him behind.

Qing Hou kicked a street lamp and walked to the other side of the road.

A taxi braked suddenly, “Beep!”

“Beep—beep—”

Qing Hou stopped in the middle of the road with a murderous look on his face.

The taxi driver rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and cursed, “Fuck! Are you blind? Didn’t you see the red light?”

He didn’t see.

He was color-blind. Oh, right, the songstress who bore him was also color-blind.

He pulled a gun from his pocket, raised it, and aimed.

“Bang!”

The red light shattered with a single shot from his gun.

The taxi driver was pale with fright.

The man standing in the middle of the road blew on the gun barrel, “Want to live?”

The taxi driver trembled, “Yes…”

Qing Hou walked over, jabbing the gun barrel against the car window, “Curse for me, ‘Lihua is a bitch’s son.'”

The taxi driver shook violently, “Lihua is a bitch’s son.”

Qing Hou toyed with the black gun, his Eastern face with blue eyes commanded, “Louder.”

The taxi driver yelled, “Lihua is a bitch’s son!”

Lihua, who had turned the car around and come back, “…” He stopped the car, honked the horn, and shouted at Qing Hou, “You’re insane, get in the car now!”