191 Flayed Skin

“What’s your name?” Meng Yu’s eyes flashed, smiling gently.

The man looked at the charming man and gulped, “I-I am Zhao Fu.”

“Zhao Fu? The name doesn’t suit you at all.” Meng Yu shook his head and released Zhao Fu. Withdrawing a silken handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the tip of his finger in disgust.

“Filthy… Your flesh is better off served for Ah Huang to eat.” Meng Yu may have spoken lightly, but his words were sinister.

He had given a bloody order but spoken so casually that it was hard to reconcile it with the amiable front he presented. It was almost as if he were at the butcher ordering meat for his pet dog to eat.

Zhao Fu was so scared he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. His desperate cries rang out in the dim interrogation room. The other seven were equally terrified by Meng Yu’s offhand comment. Wasn’t the job supposed to be quick and easy? All they had to do was rape and disfigure an 18-year-old girl, so how did they land themselves in this situation?

“Are you scared?” Meng Yu asked, tilting his head to one side as he shot Zhao an innocent look.

Zhao Fu nodded vigorously. Tears streaked down his face, and snot dribbled out of his nose, making him look even uglier than he already was.

Meng Yu tutted nonchalantly, “Why, you shouldn’t be! I don’t think Ah Huang would find you all that appetising – you’re too ugly. I know! Why don’t you choose one of your companions to fill your spot? If you do, I’ll cut off his flesh and not yours. Wouldn’t that be great?”

Zhao Fu’s eyes widened. With a way out before him, Zhao Fu eyed his companions hungrily. Although he would certainly be condemned to hell for what he was about to do, the present was more important; it was no time to play the hero or demonstrate his unwavering loyalty. If he died, he would lose everything. It was better one of the others died in his place than for him to lose his life for nothing.

The remaining seven instantly began begging Zhao Fu not to pick them. None of them wanted to die.

With a trembling finger, Zhao Fu pointed at a short man he was not close to. When the short man saw Zhao Fu pointing at him, he pounced, driven into a frenzy by the action.

Meng Yu’s subordinates immediately restrained the man, bringing him to stand trial before their superior.

Xue Li and her subordinates stood to one side and watched with cold eyes. If the Guan family’s young master had a reputation for raining hell on those who offended him, then Meng Yu was the sort to drive his foes to hell, smiling all the while. The former had a fierce reputation that dissuaded most from getting close to him, while the latter appeared kind and amiable, drawing people in only to kill them with a borrowed knife.

Meng Yu smiled devilishly, acting coy as he asked Zhao Fu, “Have you decided? There are no takebacks once you’ve made your decision.”

Zhao Fu nodded fiercely, afraid that Meng Yu would change his mind and kill him as he intended to earlier.

Meng Yu raised his hand, and one of his subordinates threw a knife at Zhao Fu. The blade clattered on the ground, mere inches away from Zhao Fu. Still smiling, Meng Yu said, “If you want to walk away free, you’ll need to do the last part yourself. Bring me a piece of his flesh, and you’ll live to see another day.”

Zhao Fu trembled like a leaf as he picked up the knife, clenching it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Slowly, he crawled towards the short man.

The short man begged for his life, spittle flying in all directions as Zhao Fu pressed him to the ground. At that moment, Zhao Fu rejoiced. Fortunately, he had chosen someone weak, or he would not have the ability to subdue them.

A vicious glint shone in Zhao Fu’s eyes. He swung the knife, which bit into the short man’s skin, eliciting a skin-crawling shriek of pain. Blood splattered all over the place. It was an awful sight.

Zhao Fu held a small piece of bloodied skin and offered it to Meng Yu, ignoring the short man squealing in pain.

“Get away from me, you creep!” Meng Yu recoiled in utter disgust.

Zhao Fu quickly withdrew. He was afraid he would sully Meng Yu with the blood on his hands. If that happened, he would surely suffer a fate worse than death.

He was no better than a fish on a chopping board. The moment he stepped out of line, he would die. This primal fear made his spirit tense, and he dared not relax for even a moment.

“Hmm… Your knife work isn’t very good. You only managed to cut a thumb-sized piece without any bones. Ah Huang doesn’t like his food without bones,” Meng Yu groused discontentedly.

Zhao Fu and the others were shocked. Was Meng Yu still dissatisfied? Didn’t that mean he would need to cut someone else’s skin off?

All eight of them trembled as they regarded Meng Yu in horror.

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