El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 45

The entire hall was filled with Murong Yin's painful, suffocating coughs.

Blood flowed like a babbling brook, soaking Murong Yin's entire palm as he covered his lips. He trembled as he gripped the white chess piece, coughing violently...

Ye Chuhan looked up at him, calmly fiddling with the black chess piece in her hand, and smiled gently, "Does Young Master Murong still want to play this game?" Murong Yin did not speak.

He simply covered his blood-stained lips, intently watching the chessboard, and slowly placed the chess piece on the ground. The white piece had turned blood red!

Ye Chuhan's fingers, which were holding the chess pieces, paused in mid-air.

His gaze was fixed on Murong Yin's ashen face, his sharp eyes sweeping across his features before slowly settling on Lianhua standing to the side.

Lotus stood there stiffly, gripping the silver whip tightly in her hand. Her fair face was expressionless, but her eyes, those watery eyes, held a blank, rigid light that buried all the emotions she could not express.

Ye Chuhan placed a chess piece.

On the chessboard, the black pieces were already surrounded by the white pieces. Ye Chuhan's aggressive attack was neutralized by Murong Yin's layers of defense, and the white pieces had already occupied most of the territory.

Ye Chuhan lost this game.

With the final move placed, Ye Chuhan looked at the painstakingly focused Murong Yin and smiled lazily, "Murong Yin, you win. I won't kill Hua Chen!"

Right after Ye Chuhan finished speaking!

Splash...

The black and white pieces fell one by one...

With a deathly pale face, Murong Yin was utterly exhausted and unable to say anything more. He was so weak that he collapsed headfirst onto the chessboard. His thin, paper-like body slid down the low table and fell onto the cold jade floor, where he lost consciousness...

Awaken

"Thirteenth Brother—"

Hua Chen was heartbroken, hot tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was filled with piercing pain and despair, "Ye Chuhan, I will kill you—!!" Lianhua's body trembled heavily the moment Murong Yin fainted. She gripped the silver whip tightly in her hand, her sharp nails digging into the skin of her palm, but she felt no pain at all.

...

...

"Murong Yin is deeply in love with you. Are you really so heartless that you won't even look at him?"

"Lotus is heartless towards Murong Yin!"

He stared at her, his eyes sharp. "Did you know from the beginning that if you showed even the slightest hint of reluctance while I was torturing Murong Yin, I would not hesitate to make him bleed on the spot? You just wanted him... to live."

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...

What a devastating sense of guilt and remorse this is...

You can't go over and help him up, and you can't show him the slightest bit of reluctance.

I can't... kill him...

Outside the East Garden.

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out slowly and coldly, "Lotus, the sect leader has always doted on you the most. Now, someone says they want to kill the sect leader, and you're not going to kill him?! You even dare to speak up for outsiders!"

The one who walked in was Mei Ji, Ye Chuhan's concubine who had fallen out of favor.

She had come all this way in a desperate gamble, hoping to regain Ye Chuhan's attention and reclaim his former favor. Therefore, upon entering, she ignored everyone else, focusing solely on Lianhua, who had shown mercy to Hua Chen, for Lianhua was her greatest enemy.

She wanted Ye Chuhan to come back to her side.

Ye Chuhan looked at Meiji, whom he had long forgotten, with amusement. A slow smile curved his lips as he gently pulled her into his arms. "Meiji, do you want me to see your loyalty to me?"

"Meiji has always been loyal to the sect leader," Meiji said, trying to appear more resolute in the face of Ye Chuhan's gentle smile.

"I am willing to do anything for the sect leader as long as he gives the order."

"Yeah?"

Ye Chuhan leaned close to Mei Ji's shell-like, lustrous ear, smiling handsomely, and whispered in her ear, "Then, go over there and kill that person for me in place of Lianhua."

Lotus was taken aback.

She looked at Ye Chuhan, who was sneering, with a pale face.

Mei Ji smiled tenderly, her black hair adorned with tinkling ornaments. "Yes, Mei Ji obeys. Mei Ji will get rid of this eyesore for the sect leader."

She walked to the weapon rack to the side and casually picked up a sharp sword.

Who would have thought that this seemingly frail and delicate woman, who appeared to collapse at the slightest breeze, possessed such a ruthless heart? For Ye Chuhan, asking her to kill someone was as simple as sweeping away a speck of dust.

She walked up to Hua Chen, sword in hand.

Hua Chen was completely chained up, his face was covered in blood, and his hair was disheveled. However, the moment Mei Ji walked in, his gaze was fixed on her.

He stared blankly at Meiji, as if frozen in place.

Mei Ji failed to notice his unusual behavior. In her eyes, he was nothing more than a prisoner of the Tianshan Snow Sect, a tool for her to regain Ye Chuhan's favor.

The cold, long blade was aimed at the disheveled Hua Chen.

Mei Ji looked at Hua Chen, gripping her sword with both hands. She smiled coldly, "Where do you want my sword to pierce you? I'll give you a chance to choose."

Hua Chen looked up at her, his breathing very light, as if he were about to stop.