192: Chapter 192 Giving Ye Yun a Perk

With no way forward and no way to seek help, Ye Yun was on the verge of madness.

He no longer had any other demands; thoughts of dominating the city or having beauties in his arms were all cast to the back of his mind.

Now, he only hoped that the emergency center could quickly send a vehicle to rescue him.

If he continued to delay, he feared it would be a hearse from the funeral home coming to haul him away.

The anxious Ye Yun did not know that The Monk was watching all of this quietly at that very moment.

Chu Yuan had finally acquired Ye Yun as a plaything, so he naturally wanted to see just how formidable his bad luck potion really was.

Therefore, when Ye Yun was thrown out, Chu Yuan ordered Jiesha to follow him in secret.

Ye Yun had been tossed onto a pile of stinking dog excrement, eaten a mouthful of it, and then tragically injured his leg on a bear trap, leaving him lying on the ground waiting for death.

Jiesha had witnessed every single bit of this.

At this moment, Jiesha did not know how to describe Ye Yun.

He had seen unlucky people before, but he had never seen anyone unlucky to this extent.

"Young Master, Ye Yun has injured his leg, has no way to call for help, and has fainted."

"At this rate, we will be able to collect his corpse within an hour."

Jiesha briefly reported on Ye Yun's tragic encounter.

At that moment, Chu Yuan was lounging lazily on the sofa, quietly admiring the alluring dance of the great beauty before him.

Hearing Jiesha's sudden report, he was completely stunned.

Ye Yun had actually fainted and his life was in danger?

Even though Chu Yuan understood that the bad luck potion would certainly keep Ye Yun in a state of constant misfortune and torment, ensuring he would not have an easy time.

Yet, no one could have imagined that a dignified Son of Destiny, the master of the Underworld Palace, and the Underworld Highness who struck fear into the mercenary world, would now be reduced to such a state—gravely injured, unconscious, and waiting for death.

Chu Yuan was, more or less, somewhat shocked.

However, after only a moment, the doubts in Chu Yuan's heart gradually dissipated.

It was, after all, a premium product from the System; if Ye Yun could easily evade it, wouldn't that imply that everything produced by the System was trash?

This told Chu Yuan that even a Son of Destiny like Ye Yun was nothing but trash in front of the Great Villain System.

"The Monk, are you certain that Ye Yun has passed out and is on the verge of death?"

"Amitabha. A monk does not tell lies; I am certain."

Receiving confirmation from Jiesha once more, Chu Yuan smiled playfully. "Quickly send someone to help Ye Yun stop the bleeding, and then arrange a good show of a beauty saving the hero for him."

"Oh, and make sure that woman's appearance and figure are top-notch. It would be best if she has aids, the kind that isn't easily detected."

Since he had snatched Ye Yun's woman, Chu Yuan, being such a helpful and charitable person, simply had to return the favor.

"Our master of the Nether Palace is a very romantic playboy. Jiesha, your men must serve him well; do not neglect the Underworld Highness."

Jiesha nodded in agreement, a few cold smiles appearing at the corners of his mouth. "Rest assured, Young Master. Torturing people is what I am best at. I will certainly weave a fine script for this Underworld Highness that will guarantee he remembers it for the rest of his life."

Having agreed, Jiesha began to ponder to himself.

When it came to methods of torture, who dared to claim the title of number one in front of him, Jiesha, besides his own Young Master?

Finding a great beauty with aids to stage a 'beauty saves the hero' scenario for Ye Yun—he wouldn't just be grateful; he would probably be ready to offer himself in return.

Just at that moment, a sudden twist occurred: Ye Yun would discover that the woman was covered in heat rash and carried a medical record: late-stage aids.

When Ye Yun realized that the woman he had slept with was in the late stages of aids, and that he might even have been infected with aids himself, surely all of this would be even more wonderful.

With Jiesha dispatched, Ye Yun had nothing left to worry about.

This thieving monk looked fat and had the appearance of a kind and benevolent person, but he was incredibly sinister.

His belly wasn't filled with the desire to save the world like Maitreya Buddha, but rather with a bellyful of malice—the kind that would torture people to death without a second thought.

Chu Yuan, just about to hang up the phone, thought of something else and added, "Also, record the daily life of that guy Ye Yun. I am very curious to know exactly how he cajoles girls and manages to woo them."

"Rest assured, Young Master. The Monk guarantees the task will be completed."

Although Jiesha was curious as to why Chu Yuan would have such perverted thoughts—

perhaps he wanted to admire Ye Yun showing off his prowess—

despite his inner doubts, he nodded and agreed.

Somewhere in Africa.

A girl who looked to be in her teens was walking barefoot.

The girl wore a pink dress and had a large number of bells hanging on her body, which jingled as she walked.

Suddenly, the entire air was permeated with a murderous aura.

In an instant, dozens of black shadows flashed, kicking up a gust of wind and sand.

In just a moment, the girl was surrounded by dozens of black-clad figures.

The leader of the black-clad men was tall and burly, wearing a bat suit. His skin was pitch-black, as if he had just come out of burning charcoal.

Dozens of people surrounded the delicate woman, yet they looked solemn, not daring to get close to her at all.

With just a single glance from the woman in white, the surrounding people were terrified and shivering.

"Master Bai Mudan, do not be arrogant. Take a look at how many experts our Shadow Sect has dispatched this time just to deal with you. Even if your martial arts are peerless, you will not escape the encirclement of our Shadow Sect today."

The black-clad bat-man, relying on his numerous subordinates, began to get cocky.

Indeed, this woman was none other than the previous master of the Nether Palace, the king who struck fear into the mercenary world, and also Ye Yun's master, Master Bai Mudan.

Master Bai Mudan quickly scanned the assassins before her, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes. "A mayfly attempting to topple a tree—how laughable. You ants actually dare to think of dealing with me, Master Bai Mudan? Come and pay with your lives."

"Damn it! Kill her!"

The bat-man shouted, and the group of assassins swarmed forward, all pouncing toward Master Bai Mudan.

Master Bai Mudan's sleeves fluttered as if moved by a wind that wasn't there, and a surge of immense internal energy erupted from them.

The group of black-clad assassins, who had been shouting nonsense and hoping to rely on their numbers to deal with Master Bai Mudan,

were all sent flying backward by the internal energy released from Master Bai Mudan's gentle wave of her sleeves.