34: Chapter 34 Personally Sending the Divine Doctor to His Death, First Kill Drops Massive Amounts of Luck Value
"Divine Doctor Ye, long time no see."
"It seems you haven't had a very pleasant time these past few days outside, have you?"
Qin Yuan's mocking voice, laced with a hint of playfulness, was like a dull blade scraping back and forth across Ye Chen's already shattered heart.
Ye Chen lifted his head with great difficulty.
Rainwater mixed with the blood on his forehead, blurring his vision.
Through the hazy blood-red, all he could see were Qin Yuan's eyes—cold, indifferent, and looking down at him as if he were nothing more than an ant.
And... the pitch-black muzzle of a gun poking out from beneath the hem of Qin Yuan's trench coat.
At this moment, Ye Chen finally understood.
He understood completely.
His gaze drifted past Qin Yuan, landing on the ten heavy howitzers outside the mountain gate, radiating an aura of death.
He also saw the group of martial monks at the entrance of the Mahavira Hall, their hands pressed together in prayer, heads bowed, eyes downcast, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.
And Abbot Shi Yan, who had his back turned to him, not even daring to glance at him again.
Martial arts?
Medical skills?
Jianghu righteousness?
Hidden masters?
In the face of absolute secular power and modern firepower, all of it was a joke!
He had lost.
Lost completely, utterly defeated, stripped of everything.
From the moment he stepped into Jiangzhong City, he had fallen into the inescapable net woven by the devil, Qin Yuan.
Every step he took had been within the other's calculations.
He was like an ant trapped in a glass box, thinking he could shake the heavens and earth, never realizing that all his struggles were merely entertainment for the one watching from outside.
"Heh... Hehehe..."
Ye Chen suddenly started laughing, a sound more wretched than crying.
"Qin Yuan, you won."
He lay on the cold stone steps like a stray dog with a broken spine.
"I was so stupid to actually dream of fighting you..."
His voice was hoarse and desperate.
Suddenly, his dead, ash-colored eyes erupted with monstrous resentment and madness once more!
"Qin Yuan! You devil! You won't have a good death!"
He used his last ounce of strength to utter the most vicious curse!
"Even as a ghost, I won't let you go! I will watch you! I will watch you lose everyone you love! I will watch you die without a burial place!"
"I curse you! I curse the Qin Family to have no descendants! To sink into the Avici Hell for eternity!"
The shrill curses echoed through the valley, making one's hair stand on end.
However, listening to these vicious curses, Qin Yuan's face didn't even show a ripple of emotion.
It was as if he were listening to a dying fly buzzing futilely in his ear.
He slowly raised his hand and pulled a gun from inside his trench coat.
It was a custom-made Desert Eagle, gold-plated all over with an extremely luxurious design.
Under the glare of the surrounding searchlights, the golden gun body emitted a cold and lethal radiance.
"Noisy."
Qin Yuan disengaged the safety and walked unhurriedly in front of Ye Chen.
He crouched down and gently pressed the cold, hard muzzle against the center of Ye Chen's forehead.
Ye Chen's curses came to an abrupt halt.
He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the handsome face right before him, wearing a devilish smile.
"In your next life, be reborn into a better family."
Qin Yuan's voice was very soft, as light as a lover's whisper.
"Don't provoke me again."
"Bang!"
A dull, sharp gunshot rang out.
In the silent valley, it sounded exceptionally piercing.
Ye Chen's body stiffened violently.
A shocking blood hole appeared between his brows, red and white matter flowing slowly down the stone steps.
His eyes, once filled with arrogance and unwillingness, were now wide open, staring straight up at the gray, overcast sky.
He died with eyes wide open.
[Ding! Detected that the Host has personally eliminated the number one Child of Destiny — Ye Chen!]
[First kill reward is being calculated...]
[Congratulations Host! Obtained 100,000 Fate Points!]
[Congratulations Host! Unlocked top-tier privilege: System Mall Grand Lucky Draw (guaranteed to drop God-level items)!]
[Congratulations Host! Your Villain Aura has been upgraded, suppression power against low-level Child of Destiny increased by 100%!]
A series of system notification sounds, like music to his ears, flooded Qin Yuan's mind.
Qin Yuan stood up slowly and tossed the still-smoking Desert Eagle to Tan Lang behind him.
He blew on the muzzle to clear away non-existent smoke, looking down at the corpse on the stone steps that was slowly growing cold.
His gaze was indifferent, as if looking at a pile of trash he had casually crushed.
He turned around, and under the gaze of the fully armed soldiers and the terrified, silent monks, he strode forward and boarded the still-roaring armed helicopter.
The wind whipped the hem of his tactical trench coat, snapping loudly.
"Withdraw."
Qin Yuan's voice came clearly through the tactical headsets into everyone's ears.
Cold, decisive, and devoid of any emotion.
"Return to Jiangzhong."