Chapter 113 Don't you have even a shred of compassion?

The Villa was quiet once more.

Only now, it was impossible to tell where the floor tiles ended and the blood pools began.

Corpses lay strewn about haphazardly, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, so strong it was suffocating.

Chen Yu, holding his knife, turned around.

He looked toward the far end of the great hall.

Zhang Zixuan was leaning against the wall.

Her whole body trembled, her face deathly pale, the white bandeau top she wore stained crimson with a large patch of blood.

"You... what are you going to do..."

Zhang Zixuan's voice shook, especially as the murderous fiend drew closer.

Chen Yu stopped in front of her.

The tip of the blade lifted, pressing against her chin.

Zhang Zixuan stiffened, forced to lift her head.

Her small, oval face was dotted with a few drops of blood, which only made her complexion seem paler.

Her eyes were large and round, the outer corners slightly downturned, naturally shaped to evoke pity. Her long, thick eyelashes were now beaded with tears, trembling with each blink.

"I... I've never offended you, I really haven't..."

"Chen Yu, you must have mistaken me for someone else..."

Zhang Zixuan just kept her face tilted up, looking at Chen Yu—submissive, pitiable.

Even tears welled up in those large eyes and streamed down her cheeks, like a wounded little animal.

Indeed, if anyone else saw her, they would only soften, only feel compassion. Wasn't this going too far?

But Chen Yu looked at this face.

And felt only familiarity.

Only disgust.

Only the impulse to stab her to death.

"Hah..."

Chen Yu took a deep breath, suppressing that killing intent.

Killing her outright would be too simple.

Too simple to do justice to his two lifetimes.

Seeing the knife tip move slightly away, Zhang Zixuan spoke.

"Chen Yu, I'm sorry..."

Her voice was impossibly soft, choked with sobs, "I'm really sorry..."

Even though she had absolutely no idea what she had done wrong.

But she apologized.

"Whatever I did, I must have done something wrong."

Zhang Zixuan's tears fell from her large eyes, one by one, splashing into the pool of blood.

"I know you're incredibly strong now. I know you could crush me with a flick of your finger,"

"I'm just a little girl. I can't do anything."

Her voice grew softer, more pitiful.

She reached out and gently grasped Chen Yu's wrist, the one holding the knife: "Chen Yu... you're so strong, so powerful... there's no need to bother with someone like me. Spare me, I'll do anything you say..."

"I'll do whatever you want me to..."

"You're so handsome, so capable in a fight. There must be lots of girls who like you."

"I like you too. I can give you anything."

She bit her lower lip. That gesture, paired with her aggrieved expression, made her appear even more captivating.

"Where's Gu Xicheng? Wasn't he in the vehicle?"

Chen Yu suddenly asked an unrelated question, but in truth, he had been tallying the corpses.

One was missing—Gu Xicheng's.

This guy was the official advisor operating behind the scenes for the Debate Society, the one brainwashing everyone.

He was also one of the people Chen Yu most wanted to kill.

Zhang Zixuan's expression froze: "Teacher Gu? He wasn't in our vehicle..."

Chen Yu frowned.

In his past life,

both he and Gu Xicheng should have been on that vehicle.

But this time, there had been a slight change in personnel.

Seeing Chen Yu's expression, Zhang Zixuan seemed to guess something.

She hurriedly explained: "Chen Yu! All the people from the Four Great Societies are dead! You hate them, right?"

"You must have discovered their conspiracy! They never served the students! From start to finish, they only thought about their own enjoyment, using students as cannon fodder!"

"Actually, I hate the Four Great Societies too! They forced me into this!"

"Believe me! Chen Yu! I'll belong to you from now on, please spare me..."

Her tears flowed even more fiercely.

But Chen Yu suddenly laughed, a laugh he couldn't quite hold back.

He directly withdrew the Boning Knife.

Zhang Zixuan was stunned. Watching the blade tip leave her chin, a faint flicker of joy surfaced in her eyes.

"Chen Yu, thank you!"

"I knew you couldn't bear to kill me. I'll do whatever you—"

*SMACK—!!!*

A slap flashed out. Zhang Zixuan flew up from the ground, hurtling sideways for three meters before crashing onto a corpse. She rolled twice more and finally slammed into a coffee table leg before stopping.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

She lay sprawled on the floor, her mouth full of blood.

Her ears rang.

Everything before her eyes swayed.

She tried to push herself up, but her hand slipped in the blood pool, and her face hit the ground again.

Finally managing to kneel up, she clutched her face.

Looking at Chen Yu in the distance, her eyes were filled with utter confusion.

She couldn't understand. Did this man before her have no mercy at all?!

"Ch... Chen Yu?"

"Did... did I say something wrong just now?"

Zhang Zixuan didn't understand. She had tried so hard to please him, so why did he still hit her?

Bearing the pain, she placed her hands on the ground, her knees kneeling in the blood pool. She crawled bit by bit over corpses, over severed limbs, through the blood, until she reached Chen Yu's feet.

"Chen Yu, I was wrong..."

She reached out and grabbed the hem of Chen Yu's pants.

"I'll change. I'll change everything. I'll do whatever you want. You can hit me, scold me, anything. Just don't abandon me, don't kill me. I beg you..."

Chen Yu crouched down, meeting her eye to eye.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Zhang Zixuan froze for a moment, then shook her head, shaking it desperately, tears flying everywhere.

"I don't know... but, just tell me, and I'll change. I really will change!"

Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Not knowing is exactly right."

Zhang Zixuan's eyes were filled with bewilderment.

"Wh... what do you mean..."

Chen Yu slowly stood up, swung his arm in a wide arc, and slapped her!

*SMACK—!*

Zhang Zixuan flew sideways, crashed into the wall, and then slammed onto the floor!

Chen Yu restrained his strength. The slap contained no numerical power, only technique and feeling!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhang Zixuan scrambled backward uncontrollably, shrinking into the corner!

She gasped for breath: "Ch... Chen Yu... I can help you... I... I have value..."

At this moment, when she looked into Chen Yu's eyes, the aggrievement was gone, the fawning was gone. There was only fear.

She felt like she was facing a devil from hell.

Its sole purpose was to drag her down to the eighteenth level of the underworld.

"Zhang Zixuan."

Chen Yu took out a wet wipe and wiped the blood from his hands.

"You know."

"Some mistakes aren't for correcting."

"They're for paying back."

Zhang Zixuan swallowed hard, still struggling: "Chen Yu, listen to me... my Talent is A-rank. It awakened from the provincial debate competition's Best Debater trophy. I can make people believe me!"

"They'll believe me from the bottom of their hearts. They'll believe whatever I say!"

She spoke rapidly: "There are thousands of people in the Living Area. If I tell them to hand over supplies, they will. I can help you, gather them all under your control. I'll trick anyone you want me to!"