He had completed a task he had always wanted to do but never had the time or opportunity for; however, Yang Yi didn’t feel much elation. He simply felt as if he had effortlessly accomplished a trivial matter, hardly worth any joy.
But looking at Park Ji-yi, who, despite not having much blood on him, appeared to be in a living hell, Yang Yi felt a rather satisfying pleasure.
Being able to rid the world of some garbage, to eliminate some scum, could indeed be quite pleasurable.
Park Ji-yi’s sobbing was not particularly heart-wrenching, but it was especially despairing. He had been held too high by others over the years, so much so that he had inflated to the point of losing sight of who he was. Now, after coming across a group of people who completely trampled him underfoot, Park Ji-yi realized that he was actually nothing.
Under social rules, Park Ji-yi had wealth, power, and influence, but when he encountered people like Yang Yi who simply disregarded those rules, Park Ji-yi could only be slaughtered at their whim.
Glancing at Park Ji-yi, who was dragged out like a dead dog, Yang Yi furrowed his brow and said, "If he’s of no use, just kill him, but don’t let him die too easily."
Anton nodded and said, "Easy to do."
Picking up a short dagger that a killer had dropped on the ground, Anton stepped on Park Ji-yi’s arm and slashed his left wrist, then let go and made another cut on his right wrist.
Blood began to flow out, but slitting one’s wrists wouldn’t cause too much blood loss, so Park Ji-yi would die slowly. It wasn’t particularly painful, but would be extremely terrifying for someone who didn’t want to die.
Park Ji-yi screamed. He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and then his left wrist with his right hand. After that, he grabbed each wrist with both hands, trying to get up in a struggle.
Even now, Park Ji-yi wanted to wrap his wounds; he wanted to keep living.
Yang Yi wanted just that: for Park Ji-yi not to want to die. If he had been eager for death, this mode of dying would have been too lenient for him.
Anton kicked Park Ji-yi, toppling him onto the ground, and said coldly, "You’re going to die. You will die slowly. First, you’ll feel a coldness throughout your body—that’s a sign of excessive blood loss. Then you’ll feel dizzy, and after that, you’ll start to see darkness. Once you pass out, you won’t ever wake up, so hold on, don’t pass out."
But Yang Yizhen truly liked it.
Pointing to the killer on the ground, Yang Yi said in a deep voice, "I’ll trouble you."
Anton dragged a killer into the bathroom, and after a while, there were sounds of cursing and screaming from inside, but soon after, Anton came out looking somewhat embarrassed, then said helplessly, "There’s a language barrier—he doesn’t speak English..."
Yang Yi was about to call for Xiao Ran, but then he thought that even though Xiao Ran might not faint at the sight of blood now, it still seemed inappropriate to expose her to such a cruel scene. So, Yang Yi stood up and said, "Then I’ll do it."
Yang Yi followed Anton to the bathroom and then saw a killer with all limbs broken, crumpled in the bathtub, trying to climb out but unable to do so.
Yang Yi felt that he would definitely have nightmares in the future.
"Who are you people, who sent you here? Is it the Anderson Research Association or Bu Cunzai?"
The killer spat out a few curses, and then Yang Yi awkwardly looked at Anton and said, "I mostly didn’t understand..."
Anton said in a deep voice, "There are two more, this one’s useless now, just kill him."
After speaking, Anton turned on the faucet, and water began to flow into the bathtub. The killer who couldn’t leave the bathtub immediately started to panic.
Anton waved his hand and said, "Bring in the next one; maybe the next one will speak English."
Yang Yi looked at the killer in the bathtub and said with a helpless expression, "See, sometimes knowing a foreign language is just that important."
"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! We are sent by Bu Cunzai!"
The person in the bathtub suddenly started speaking English. Yang Yi and Anton exchanged glances, and then Anton said in a deep voice, "Evidence."
"Where would there be any evidence!"
"If you can’t prove what you’re saying, then wait to be drowned. If you do talk, I’ll end your suffering. Either way, you’re going to die, who are you still hiding it for?"
"Just ask me what you want to know! Turn off the faucet first!"
Anton responded methodically, "First, what is your identity?"
The killer was silent for a moment before he loudly said, "We are soldiers, soldiers of the 707th unit."
Anton smiled and said, "You’re lying. I’ve already interrogated your companions, and what you’ve said is different from theirs, but their stories match, so you’re doomed..."
The killer became panicked, then he screamed, "I’m telling the truth, I’m not a special forces soldier, I did serve but only in the Antiaircraft Artillery Troop. The dead one, the dead one was from the 702nd regiment; he was special forces, but we weren’t."
Anton said in a deep voice, "Continue, just for comparison. Say whatever you know."
"We are killers, oh no, we are gangsters, but we are controlled by Bu Cunzai. I found out about it later. Bu Cunzai paid us, this time our boss... the one who’s dead, he said there was a big deal, and by taking out Park Ji-yi, each of us would get one hundred million. Then we followed Pu Taihuan here."
Anton looked at Yang Yi and raised his eyebrows, "One hundred million?"
Yang Yi shrugged, "About a hundred thousand US dollars."
Anton let out a long sigh of relief, then he looked at the killer and said, "So it was Bu Cunzai who sent you?"
"Yes! Yes, it was him!"
"What else do you know?"
"Know... what else, there’s nothing more. Ask me anything, just turn off the water!"
Anton looked at Yang Yi and said, "There’s no use in looking any further."
"Let’s go, next one."
Yang Yi shook his head, "No, let’s end his pain. A promise is a promise. He’s not like Park Ji-yi."
Anton twisted the killer’s neck, then turned off the faucet and said, "Next one."
The interrogation process was swift because the facts were clear, these four killers were sent by Bu Cunzai.
After questioning all three, Anton looked at Yang Yi and said, "I think they’re telling the truth. First, the Grey-cloaked People wouldn’t send such amateur killers. Although these killers were indeed enough to take out Park Ji-yi, they clearly weren’t good enough, and they were far too lacking."
Yang Yi exhaled deeply, looked at Park Ji-yi, who was still struggling to stay conscious, and said in a deep voice, "I think so too, let’s end this."
Finally, Park Ji-yi’s eyes rolled back as he passed out.
Yang Yi calmly said, "Clean up the traces, let’s go. But before leaving..."
Yang Yi picked up a short knife, squatted in front of Park Ji-yi, and then stabbed it into Park Ji-yi’s stomach.
Park Ji-yi’s eyes shot open, and then he let out a faint cry.
Yang Yi said coldly, "I like to make sure everyone is dead."