Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 609: Are you afraid of the pain from a soul being torn apart?

Chapter 609: Chapter 609: Are you afraid of the pain from a soul being torn apart?

A158’s ordinary features were warped into a grotesque sneer, thick with malice.

Looking at the calm, fearless depth of the other party’s eyes, Qin Ruan softly laughed.

She lightly slapped the other person’s face, replete with a demeaning intent: "So you thought to kill me?"

A158, in a weak position, sneered at Qin Ruan: "As long as I’m not dead, I will definitely kill her."

Those who slap him, he shall kill!

Qin Ruan’s voice was icy cold, her deep, chilly eyes revealed her murderous intent: "You are not afraid of death, and you don’t feel pain, do you?"

As the words left her mouth, she pushed A158, sending him sprawling on the ground.

She pressed her foot against his ankle.

There was a single loud crack.

A sound echoed from A158’s ankle joint.

Looking at A158’s face again, it was still calm, as if he didn’t feel the pain.

He turned his head, his cold, ruthless eyes scornfully fixed on Qin Ruan.

His eyes seemed to say, "Is that it? It is not worth mentioning!"

Qin Ruan continued to step on A158’s ankle.

Seeing his indifferent expression to the pain, her clear eyes shimmered with a peculiar glow.

This man really couldn’t feel the pain.

She pressed harder with her foot, cruelly grinding the already broken ankle.

If a normal person had experienced this level of pain, they would have been screaming by now.

A158, however, stayed completely silent. His calm expression made those around him believe that he was merely a spectator, and the person being tortured was not him all along.

Huo Chuan, Huo Zhi, and the Hidden Guards of the Punishment Hall were all unperturbed by this strange scene.

They all knew A158 was a dangerous individual. He was the only criminal who could withstand varied tortures in the Punishment Hall without uttering a word.

Neither physical nor mental torment, or even hypnotic methods, could coax a single shred of valuable information out of him.

Seeing Qin Ruan’s curiosity about A158’s extraordinary tolerance for pain, Huo Chuan stepped forward.

"Madam, this man has undergone professional training. He can withstand the torture of professional interrogations, able to close off his body’s response to pain via a powerful will."

Hearing this, Qin Ruan cast a cold glance at A158’s manacled hands.

His hands lay outstretched, the grotesque knuckles in a relaxed position.

He truly had no sensitivity to pain.

Not one bit.

Qin Ruan retracted her foot, gave Huo Chuan a slight nod.

"Pick him up."

Huo Chuan walked up, brutally hauling A158 in front of Qin Ruan.

Looking down at A158 from above, Qin Ruan’s eyes showed a hint of exploration: "You truly don’t fear pain?"

The latter responded with a cold laugh: "Guess whether I do."

The clear depths of Qin Ruan’s eyes seemed simple but held an inscrutable profundity.

She leaned close to A158, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice cool: "And what about the pain of your soul being ripped apart?"

A158 was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Bring it on, I’m not afraid of you!"

He thought Qin Ruan was referring to mental torment, similar to hypnosis.

Qin Ruan sneered dismissively, her eyes sharp as a blade.

She placed her hand on A158’s head, a faint glow appeared in the center of her palm, invisible to the naked eye.

The moment she touched him, A158 felt a bone-chilling cold.

This oppressive feeling was indescribable.

It was like the breath of death was gradually closing in on him.

If death was indeed approaching, he had gotten what he had wished for.

Yet, a sharp intuition told him this wasn’t going to be simple. Being in the hands of this woman, he might indeed prefer death over life.

The dreadful situation unfolded instantly.

Feeling a terror worse than death nearing, A158 escaped at an astonishing speed.

He broke free from his handcuffs, and the shackles on his feet snapped.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

A158 didn’t seem to feel the pain of his broken ankle, dragging that leg, he lunged at Huo Zhi.

Huo Zhi was skilled, but she was still recovering from a serious illness, and couldn’t stand a chance against A158.

By the time she realized she couldn’t dodge in time, all she could do was engage in a scuffle with A158.

Within two moves, A158 easily had Huo Zhi under control.

He grabbed Huo Zhi’s neck forcefully, his hand’s veins bulging.

Huo Zhi couldn’t breathe. In an instant, she fell into suffocation, completely at the mercy of others.

"Little Zhizi!"

The moment A158 broke free, Huo Chuan immediately stood in front of Qin Ruan.

Seeing Huo Zhi under control and in close communication with death, even if he wanted to save her, he never forgot who was standing behind him.

The safety of the Madam is more important than any companion’s predicament.

A158 suddenly sensed something from Huo Zhi. He leaned close to her neck and took a sniff.

It was only at her chest that he smelled a faint scent of blood.

He pressed his hand against Huo Zhi’s chest, forcing down hard, a robust scent of blood diffused in the air.

The faint blood color dyed Huo Zhi’s light clothes she was wearing today.

The wounds A158 had inflicted on Huo Zhi caused secondary damage.

He brought his blood-stained hand to his face, deeply inhaling the scent from his fingertips.

Underneath the others’ furious gaze, he put his finger in his mouth.

The sweet metallic taste of blood spread throughout his mouth.

A158, with an evil gleam in his eyes, looked at Huo Zhi: "This taste is really nice, such a young creature."

He trained his eyes on Huo Zhi as if gazing at a prey ready to be swallowed.

Qin Ruan pushed Huo Chuan aside and confronted A158 face to face.

A hint of grim determination filled her eyes, while her lips curled in contempt, forming a sharp, straight line.

She said coldly, "Release her, and perhaps I might grant you a swift end."

"Do you take me for a fool!"

It seemed that A158 enjoyed the taste of blood from Huo Zhi, he again smeared her wound and put it into his mouth.

The second she was seized, the Hidden Guards inside the room surrounded A158.

Seeing these people reaching behind them, a murderous intent flashed across A158’s eyes.

His raucous voice rose, warning in a low tone: "Don’t even think about controlling me with those things. If you dare take out those sedatives, I’ll break the girl’s neck!"

Thinking that they might not take his threat seriously, A158 tightened his grip on Huo Zhi’s neck.

At this moment, Huo Zhi was barely breathing.

Huo Chuan clenched his fist tightly. The other Hidden Guards also had grave expressions.

Huo Zhi was one of the leaders of the Hidden Guards. Her death here would be as devastating as any mishap to the Madam.

As suffocation hit, her consciousness blurry.

With half-open eyes, Huo Zhi saw the cold and grim expression on Madam’s face and the worried look on Huo Chuan’s face.

All of a sudden, a massive force exploded from within her as she twisted A158’s other arm. Just as he tried to fight back, she executed a shoulder throw and sent him crashing onto the ground.

A158 was no pushover. As Huo Zhi took him by surprise, he tightened his grip around her neck.

Both of them ended up in a messy heap on the floor.

Even if death came, he wouldn’t go down alone.

A158 exerted strength on his hand, preparing to break Huo Zhi’s neck.

Suddenly, he felt a strange energy flooding his body. The strength from his hand gradually left him.

His body slowly began to levitate. This uncontrollable, weightless sensation made him panic.

Qin Ruan stretched out her hand, unleashing the Underworld God’s power from afar and restrained all of A158’s movement.

Huo Zhi escaped from the danger and crawled up from the ground, coughing awkwardly.

There was a red mark around her neck, particularly evident against her fair skin.

"Bang!"

There was a tremendous thud.

Next to Huo Zhi, A158 fell onto the ground.

Unaffected by the pain, he reached out toward Huo Zhi, who was at close range.

Qin Ruan’s hand, hanging in the air, didn’t move, and the Power of Nether Soul was still entwined around A158.

Seeing him reach toward Huo Zhi, she again manipulated A158’s body to float upward, crashing against the ceiling of the room.

"Bang!"

Another huge thud.

"Bang! Bang!"

A158’s body hit against the ceiling several times.

His body crashed into the roof, just like a sack, over and over again.

Having had her fill, Qin Ruan captured A158 from the air and brought him in front of her.