Chapter 430 - 365: Am I So Ugly That I Scare You?
Chu He’s expression was cold, his tone calm yet carrying a finality that brooked no argument. "If Sun Canxing agrees to this,
Yu Yingjie is strictly forbidden from directly interfering or participating in his arduous journey for revenge.
He may only provide appropriate assistance and guidance on the key aspects of advancing his Martial Arts Realm.
If he tries to take shortcuts or just goes through the motions,
rushing to get it over with and thinking only of leaving Haitong City as soon as possible,
then he need not follow me in the future. I will not take Sun Canxing in, either. Their connection with me will be severed."
"I will relay your words to them, word for word. You can rest assured, Mr. Chu."
Lai Yu Yao replied with great solemnity.
"Start preparations at once. Bring Shu Gaolang back to the Royal City today."
Chu He turned to Lone Wolf.
"Understood. I’ll make the arrangements immediately.
The Shadow Guard began assembling quietly in Haitong City last night.
We have a private jet ready. Everything is in place, and we can depart at a moment’s notice."
Lone Wolf’s response was swift and decisive,
his words a testament to his competent, steady, and efficient manner.
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The Lighthouse Empire.
Jinshan City.
This bustling metropolis was like a dazzling pearl.
Skyscrapers stood shoulder to shoulder, glittering brilliantly under the sun,
shining with the splendor of modern civilization.
The streets teemed with traffic, flowing endlessly, and the sidewalks were a tapestry of pedestrians.
The bustling crowds and roaring vehicles wove together into a vivid, dynamic tableau.
The Golden Gate Bridge was like a colossal steel dragon spanning the bay,
its magnificent and spectacular presence breathtaking.
As one of the city’s iconic landmarks, it carried countless glories.
Fisherman’s Wharf, meanwhile, was filled with the rich scent of the ocean.
Flocks of seagulls soared freely in the sky,
their white wings glinting with a sacred light under the sun.
Wave after wave crashed against the shore, creating a crisp, pleasant sound.
In the distance, sailboats dotted the sea like stars, sailing slowly,
their silhouettes appearing particularly leisurely and content against the backdrop of the blue sky and turquoise sea.
An international airliner, like a silver eagle,
tore through the heavens, breaking through layers of clouds and fog to land smoothly at the airport.
At the airport exit, a line of black sedans was already neatly parked, having waited for some time.
Their bodies gleamed with a deep luster in the sunlight, exuding an air of mystery and authority.
Soon, a powerfully built figure walked slowly out of the airport.
The person was completely enveloped in a huge robe,
revealing only half of his face.
His enormous and peculiar figure drew many curious glances from passersby.
Sunlight, like golden arrows, pierced through the clouds,
and happened to illuminate the half-face of this powerfully built figure.
If Chu He were here right now, he would have recognized this "acquaintance" at a glance.
"Whoa, that guy is so tall and huge! He’s not a basketball player, is he?
Maybe he’s an NBA star?"
A young man, his face full of curiosity, kept looking over in this direction.
He wore a loose-fitting basketball uniform, the number on his jersey particularly striking in the sunlight,
showcasing his passion and dedication for the sport.
"I wish I had a boyfriend like that. We’d have the most adorable height difference."
On the other side of the crowd,
a young woman’s eyes sparkled with longing.
She clutched her phone tightly in both hands and, with a hint of shyness and anticipation, jogged over.
When she got closer, she blushed slightly and held out her phone,
her own phone number displayed on the screen. She asked softly, "Hi, would you mind giving me your number? You’re really well-built."
"Is that so? Of course."
The man in the enormous robe slowly came to a halt,
his movements carrying an intangible pressure that made one inexplicably nervous.
He slowly turned his head to meet the young woman’s gaze.
The young woman originally wore a demure and sweet smile,
but when she got a clear look at the robed man’s true appearance,
that smile instantly froze on her face, as if it had been encased in ice.
Immediately after, terror flooded her eyes like a tidal wave, as if she were looking at a Demon from Hell.
As it happened,
the young woman was standing with her back to the sun,
while the robed man was facing it.
The blinding sunlight, like a sharp blade,
shone directly on the face within the robe, allowing the young woman to see his features with perfect clarity.
His face, between two eyes that glinted with a sinister, cold light,
seemed to be split in two by an invisible line,
as if two completely different worlds met at this juncture,
ruthlessly dividing life and death, light and darkness.
The skin on the left side was not the color of ordinary human flesh.
Instead, it had the texture of slowly flowing liquid metal,
a deathly, silent grayish-white that chilled one to the bone.
Within that grayish-white were strands of what looked like living, writhing things,
as if some unknown, evil creature was secretly slithering and crawling beneath the skin.
A single glance was enough to evoke a nauseating chill, a mixture of revulsion and morbid fascination,
and send goosebumps prickling all over one’s body.
The other side, however, was a completely different ashen-blue,
a color as deep as an endless, nocturnal abyss, so oppressive it was suffocating.
On this ashen-blue half of his face, the skin was stretched taut as a drumhead, devoid of any sign of life,
like a sheet of cold, hard iron.
It formed a stark contrast with the horrifying writhing on the left side,
which only intensified its terrifying aura.
His mouth was an even more sickening visual catastrophe.
One side had the shape of a normal lip, pursed slightly, as if retaining a trace of humanity.
The other side, however, was a festering ruin, too gruesome to look at.
The decay was so deep that the bones of his cheek were exposed—stark white bone,
gleaming with a ghastly cold light in the sun.
The edges of the decay had long since congealed into a black scab,
its hideous outline like a Demon’s mark that no one dared to look at directly.
This man’s face was like a painting afflicted by an evil Curse,
every detail radiating an indescribable terror and strangeness,
as if he were a fiend that had crawled out of the Hell Abyss,
making one’s very soul tremble, daring not to meet his gaze.
"What’s with that expression? Are you scared because you think I’m ugly?"
The man suddenly let out a laugh, but there wasn’t a trace of friendliness in it.
Instead, it was filled with malice and madness, like the cry of a screech owl, making one’s blood run cold.
"N-no... I’m sorry to have bothered you.
I just remembered I have something to do.
I have to go now, I’m really sorry!"
After hearing the man’s voice,
the young woman finally snapped out of her terrified stupor.
Her body trembled like a leaf in the wind, and she hurriedly bowed again and again in apology.
Just as she was about to turn and leave,
the man’s huge, fan-like hand suddenly grabbed her by the nape of the neck.
With a slight exertion of force, he lifted her up as if she were a little chick.
"Are you scared? Why are you trembling so much?"
The man’s voice sounded in the woman’s ear,
his tone laced with a playful and mocking quality, as if he were admiring an interesting toy.
"No, I’m not scared. Please let me go."
The young woman was so frightened her voice choked, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Her stocking-clad legs dangled helplessly in the air,
and in her panic, one of her shoes fell to the ground.
Her stocking-covered foot kicked frantically in the air,
trying to break free from the man’s grip.
But her terrified appearance only caused something else to stir beneath the malice and madness in the man’s eyes—
a twisted desire began to surge.
His gaze was like that of a hungry wolf staring at its prey, chilling one to the bone.