Volume 3: The Wind and Clouds of Xuanwu Gate Chapter 94: The Heavenly Principle of Cyclic Retribution, Not Unfair

Duan Hu refused to confess no matter what, insisting he was not instructed by anyone, only for the sake of money.

Li Mingyu's eyebrows shot up in fury. "Duan Hu, Duan Hu! You've reached the point where you can't save yourself, and still want to shield him? Very well, if I don't give you a taste of my methods, I'm afraid you won't behave!"

With that, he stepped on the knee of Duan Hu's intact leg, pressing down slowly, causing Duan Hu's kneecap to crack with a sound. Duan Hu's nose and tears flowed as he rolled on the ground in agony.

"Young master, spare me! I truly wasn't instructed by anyone! I... I have a hidden compartment under my bed containing all the gold and silver I've accumulated over the years. I'll hand it all over to atone!"

Hmm? More? Damn it, Duan Hu was too stubborn, like a sponge that releases a little when squeezed. It seemed my methods weren't harsh enough yet.

Thinking this, Li Mingyu squatted before Duan Hu, picked up his intact hand, pinched his little finger, "crack," bending it sharply backward and snapping it.

Duan Hu howled in pain, cursing his parents, but still not confessing.

"Not saying yet? Then I'll do it again!" Mingyu pinched his ring finger, "crack," snapping another one.

Duan Hu's face was covered in sweat beads, body shaking, he cried out, "I said! I said! It's the Du Gu family! The Du Gu family sent someone for me!"

"Hmm? Du Gu family?" Li Mingyu was puzzled. From Ma Bolang's previous confession and his own inferences, it shouldn't be the Du Gu family, right? Or was Duan Hu fabricating to divert attention? I need to be careful not to be deceived!

"Who in the Du Gu family contacted you? What name? When? Where? What benefits? Speak!"

Li Mingyu questioned repeatedly.

"It... it... it was the day before yesterday. The Du Gu family sent a person to deliver a letter to me, saying... saying Du Gu Jie... at the Luxuriant Flower Building, promising to give me three hundred guan after the deed was done!" Duan Hu blurted it out.

Mingyu noticed Duan Hu's eyes wandering, stuttering, not sounding truthful. Wanting to trick me? Not so easy! He repeated the questions, turning them over and over.

"Where is the Luxuriant Flower Building!"

"It's in the Qunxian Ward, the third house on the west side."

"Where's the three hundred guan?"

"It's... hasn't been given yet."

"Is Du Gu Jie the one whose nose you cut off!"

"Yes, yes, that's him!"

After repeated questioning, Duan Hu's true colors showed. If it was Du Gu Jie, he should have had his ears cut, why no nose?

"You're lying!" Mingyu saw Duan Hu fabricating, hated his cunning, anger rising, he raised his leg and kicked Duan Hu a few feet away.

Duan Hu let out another miserable cry, lying on the ground groaning.

"Duan Hu, actually even without saying, I can guess who it is. It's just to get a confession from you. Since you won't speak the truth, little master won't ask anymore. This will send you to see the King of Hell!" Mingyu, seeing Duan Hu's cunning and nonsense, deliberately said so.

Unexpectedly, instead of saying, Duan Hu froze, then tightly shut his eyes and said, "I won't say it. Kill or slice, it's up to you!"

Heh, he was acting like a jianghu hero buying life with money, then spewing nonsense to mislead. How, when the real mastermind was mentioned, he completely changed? Does he still want jianghu righteousness, acting like a hero, refusing to confess to death? Good, let's see if his teeth are hard or my methods are fierce!

"Punch! Punch!" Mingyu grabbed Duan Hu, treating him like a sandbag, punching his soft ribs under the abdomen, the place called "solar plexus," packed with nerves, most painful.

The intense pain made Duan Hu's eyes bulge, body convulsing, face purple, mouth wide open but unable to breathe, only making "uh, uh" sounds like a dying fish.

After more than ten punches, Mingyu was tired, kicked Duan Hu to the ground and asked sternly, "Say or not!"

"You brat, killing is no big deal. If you're capable, give grandfather a good death. Torturing doesn't make a hero!" Duan Hu lay on the ground, breathing fresh air, dry heaving, biting his teeth and saying viciously.

"Not saying?" Li Mingyu frowned. Damn, how powerful is this mastermind to make Duan Hu willing to die? Or his methods more ruthless, betrayal would lead to revenge more painful than death?

Thinking this, Li Mingyu sneered. You think little master only has these methods? If you fear the mastermind's revenge, are you not afraid of mine? He turned to the table, picked up Duan Hu's curved blade!

"Hmph, refuse the toast and drink the forfeit. Little master will let you taste my methods!" With that, Mingyu's blade tip lifted, in Duan Hu's scream, severed his four limbs' tendons and veins.

Then the curved blade turned toward Duan Hu's calf, asking, "Say or not?"

Duan Hu, pain twisting his face, still turned his head, preparing to die hard.

"Since that's the case, experience what living worse than death feels like!" Mingyu waved his wrist, precisely cutting a thin slice of skin from Duan Hu's leg.

"People say a thousand slices of lingchi is the cruelest punishment. I agree. But my skill isn't there yet, can't do a thousand, maybe seven or eight hundred would be close." As he spoke, the blade kept cutting, blood flowing, Duan Hu's calf cut until scarred, bone exposed.

Duan Hu initially held firm, but pain became unbearable, cried out in misery, face distorted, body shaking.

"This is just the beginning. There are more exciting things to come. If you can't endure, better confess now."

Duan Hu gritted his teeth, couldn't help cursing viciously, "Damn little beast! So poisonous! Heaven has blind eyes, how did this little rabbit get the power! Come on, use any means, if I die I'll haunt you!"

"Pfft! Vicious? Who are you to say that!" Mingyu spat in Duan Hu's face and scolded, "You kidnapped children, causing bone separation, unable to reunite, not vicious? You trampled lives, casually abusing and killing, why not say? You gambled and lent money, forcing good people into prostitution, didn't you think there would be retribution today!"

Mingyu grew angrier, biting teeth and saying furiously, "For a beast with sins as deep as the sea, inhuman as you, being vicious is not enough! Heaven blind? Pfft! It's the cycle of retribution!"

Duan Hu heard this, knew he was doomed, but still unrepentant. He laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Didn't expect you have such a righteous heart! But what of it? This Duan Hu in this life ate the finest, drank the best, enjoyed wealth and glory, slept with countless women, I'm even! You want to know who instructed me! Go ask the King of Hell when you die! Ah, hahaha!"

Not shedding tears until the coffin is seen! Mingyu saw Duan Hu acting tough, furious, he raised the blade, swinging it, cutting twenty to thirty times on Duan Hu's leg!

Cutting off the entire calf, skin and flesh gone, only white bone left.

Duan Hu had long been in agony, fainted.

"Fainted? No, too cheap!" Mingyu picked up a pot of wine from the table, poured it onto Duan Hu's mouth and nose.

When a person is in pain beyond the brain's tolerance, it falls into coma, a self-protection. Duan Hu, in a daze, wine entering nose, instantly woke, coughing.

Mingyu poured the remaining wine on the wounds, stinging him to "ah!" again.

He picked up the blade, blood gushing, cutting a wound in Duan Hu's lower abdomen, then took the lamp, seeing oil inside, Mingyu tilted it, oil and sparks poured on Duan Hu's lower abdomen.

Duan Hu hadn't died yet, only then truly experiencing living worse than death! The lamp oil caught fire, burning in his lower abdomen, from inside out, mixed with intestinal oils, pungent burnt smell.

"Ah! Ah!" Pain rolling on the ground, but flames burning inside, when he rolled, intestines spilled everywhere, wrapping his body, tighter the more he rolled, fiercer the fire, flames crawling all over body and legs.

"Ah! Ah! Kill me! Please! Kill me! Give me a good death!"

Duan Hu howled miserably, begging for mercy.

Li Mingyu pointed the blade at Duan Hu's heart and asked sternly, "Who instructed you! I'll give you a good death!"

"Duan Hu? No, Yu Wen Bao! It was Yu Wen Bao who instructed me!" At this point, burned to collapse, only wanting quick death, he said.

"Yu Wen Bao?" Mingyu was stunned. This name, first time hearing, how connected? Is it Yu Wen family? But why harm me?

"Yu Wen Bao, yes, yes, Qi Prince's man! Quick! Kill me now!" Duan Hu's body full of flames, pain unbearable, but only skin and flesh burnt, not dead yet.

Qi Prince? Li Yuanji? Damn good Li Yuanji, no wonder Master always clashed with you, saying you act wildly, temperament violent. Damn it, little master has no grudge with you, yet you want to harm me! Wait, this account, we will settle it sooner or later! Mingyu's heart was fierce.

As for Duan Hu?

"This is just interest! In the underworld, there's the red lotus hell waiting for you!" Mingyu deeply hated his evils, afraid he would die too easily, raised hand swinging the blade, cutting more than ten wounds on Duan Hu's body, blood spraying, temporarily dimming the flames, but this only deepened the pain, flames mixed with oil drilling into body through wounds, scorching lungs and heart, soon flames coming out from mouth and nose.

The flames burned for about a cup of tea, Duan Hu finally twitched twice and died.

Although the person is dead, the fierce flames continue to burn this blood-soaked sinful body, to erase it from the world.