The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 178 - 175: Sheng Yi

Chapter 178: Chapter 175: Sheng Yi

The next thing they had to do was to pack for their long journey.

At the end of the meet, Su Mo dragged Lu Chen straight to the Cast Iron Room. Standing before the tightly shut door, she frowned, sensing an unusual smell, especially considering people said the shop hadn’t been opened for a long time.

"I’ll go take a look," Su Mo said bluntly as she broke the lock and bent down to crawl inside.

The scene before her sent a shock through her heart—all over the walls and the floor were large patches of dried, darkened blood. She glanced at the machines scattered on the ground and was almost certain that the Cast Iron Man had met with disaster.

"What happened here?" Su Mo crouched on the ground, picking up the card swipe machine, whose screen was now shattered like a spider web.

She stood up, shaking the machine gently. Nearly a month had passed, yet it still had some battery left.

The dim blue screen lit up, and in the dark partition where the light couldn’t reach, a rough, large hand quietly pulled the curtain aside.

Su Mo, with her back turned, flicked her ear but kept her gaze on the screen that just came to life, which unexpectedly showed her own face.

A gust of wind attacked from behind her. Su Mo drew her blade and activated her superpower as she leapt to the side. She landed on a table dusted with ashes and cluttered with cold weapons, recognizing the person hiding in the dark—it felt very familiar, "Did you kill the owner here?"

The scar running across the top of his head matched exactly with the man in the information Lu Chen had given her.

Sheng Yi recognized the Tang Blade and the face of the woman on the machine—it looked just like Su Mo. His expression turned fierce, "Leave the blade and get out!"

He had been chased all the way, his underlings dead, the entrance to the base watched every day, preventing him from leaving, which left him no choice but to hide here. And now, to his dismay, someone had discovered this place.

However, Su Mo was not at all flustered. She had already figured out who the man was. Smiling faintly, she waved the blade in her hand with a light tone, "I told you, you’d regret it."

Sheng Yi found this sentence eerily familiar, and he couldn’t help but become alert, "Who are you?"

Su Mo gripped a short blade scattered on the table and threw it at the man’s forehead, "That night in the alley, forgotten?"

Sheng Yi’s superpower activated, and the Metal Blade stopped in front of him. It then spun and turned, heading back towards Su Mo with a fierce intent to kill, "So it was you!"

That’s right, Su Mo found fate to be inexplicably mysterious.

"You shouldn’t have provoked me," she said as she jumped off the table, with the Metal Blade embedding deeply into the wall behind her.

Sheng Yi’s face contorted, his superpower wildly stirring as all the metal weapons in the Cast Iron Room levitated into the air.

Su Mo dared not take him lightly. He was a Level 3 Gold Element Superpower User.

Lu Chen had heard the commotion inside the Cast Iron Room early on, and the temperature within suddenly plummeted.

Starting from the outside, Cold Ice rapidly spread inward.

In no time, frost filled with a killing intent enveloped the entire Cast Iron Room.

The metal weapons hovering in the air all froze into lumps and shattered as they fell to the ground.

Sheng Yi seemed strangely familiar with the frost, his eyes filled with fear. He took one look at Su Mo and hurriedly fled toward the partition.

Lu Chen walked in slowly, his phoenix eyes narrowing.

Knowing that Lu Chen had made his move, Su Mo stood still, watching as Sheng Yi’s feet on the frozen ice were suddenly pierced by Cold Ice, nailing his legs straight to the ground.

"Ahh!"

The loud screams drew the attention of passersby outside, but the tightly shut shop revealed nothing within.

Su Mo walked into Sheng Yi with a smile on her cute face. "What goes around comes around, right?" she said.

Sheng Yi didn’t look at her, but instead cast a fearful glance at Lu Chen. He would never forget the bloody slaughter that this man had inflicted upon him and his subordinates in the Superpower District.

Of that massacre, he was the only one who survived and had hidden here.

Su Mo was very unhappy at being ignored, so she purposefully stabbed the man’s pierced calf with a Tang Blade. "Why are you looking at my man?"

Sheng Yi winced in pain and withdrew his gaze, his eyes lingering on Su Mo’s face for a while before he burst into a sad, loud laugh.

All of this was the bitter fruit of his own doing; he had never imagined that the ruin of everything he held dear was due to a woman given to his brother.

It seemed as if he had laughed enough, he coughed up blood.

Su Mo had no intention of letting him die so quickly. She knelt on one knee on Sheng Yi’s sturdy chest and raised the Tang Blade to his face. "Do you know the origin of this heirloom of the bladesmith?" she asked.

Sheng Yi glanced at the blade and scoffed. "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

Su Mo cut his palm with a swift motion of the blade, the tip sinking into his palm and pinning it to the Cold Ice. "It seems you’re in no position to bargain," she said.

Sheng Yi let out a cry of pain and laughed eerily. "What heirloom? It’s just something pulled off a meteorite."

Su Mo looked at the blade tip embedded in his palm, which showed a dark red color. She knew it was sucking blood.

If it came from beyond the earth, it seemed there was nothing so special about it. She pulled out the blade, and not a drop of blood splattered.

She moved to Lu Chen’s side. Now that the master of the Cast Iron Man was dead, there was no need for her to stay. Su Mo took his hand. "Let’s go back," she said.

The man nodded, his sinister gaze sweeping over Sheng Yi. The missed insect had been hiding here all along.

After they left, a spike of Cold Ice shot up from the ground and pierced Sheng Yi’s neck.

It wasn’t until the body began to rot and stink that the soldiers managing the Second Ring were notified. Hu Ding, upon receiving the message and knowing who was responsible, didn’t make a sound, disposing of the matter quietly.

On the penultimate day before departure, Su Mo made an exceptionally lavish meal for Jiang Yulian, letting her eat her fill.

Jiang Yulian, who had been nurtured for a month, had gained weight significantly. Su Mo was satisfied with this result. The doctor’s test results also met the standard for a cesarean section.

The surgery was decided for that evening, the location arranged within the villa, in a room converted into an operating room.

The surgical team was entirely arranged by Jiang Hai, so Su Mo and Lu Chen waited at the door.

For the son he was having in his forties, Jiang Hai was particularly agitated that day. He paced back and forth at the door and glanced at Su Mo from time to time.

He couldn’t help but admit that the woman indeed had some abilities.

Jiang Hai regarded Su Mo with newfound respect, though involuntarily.

Though Su Mo said nothing, she was disdainful of such looks; she felt that a man like Jiang Hai didn’t deserve Jiang Yulian.

Jiang Hai waited at the door for a while, saw that it would take some time, and then approached Lu Chen with a serious expression. "We’ll depart in two days. There will be someone to meet you by the sea," he said.

Lu Chen nodded, his face stern.

Jiang Hai hesitated, wanting to say more. He had secretly sent many men to Southern Island, but they never returned. Though his son wasn’t fully his own flesh and blood, after raising him for over twenty years, he did have feelings for him.

A myriad of words ended up as just a sigh in the face of power. Jiang Hai patted Lu Chen on the shoulder: "Bring back the documents. There lies the fate of humanity’s rebirth."