Chapter 468 - 375: How Can You Resist a Figure as Powerful as Chu He?
"Heh heh heh, looks like we have a busy night ahead. Once we’ve filled our bellies, we can give him a proper interrogation.
Lately, the Clan Leader has been warning us repeatedly,
to be on the lookout for any suspicious faces from the Great Xia Empire in the east.
And if you ask me, this kid looks exactly like a typical man from the Great Xia Empire."
Another werewolf spoke, his lips pulling back to reveal a row of sharp fangs in a savage and excited grin.
"This guy couldn’t be... Chu He, right? The mentor of Ye Lingyun, the current Clan Leader of the Vampire Clan?"
one of the werewolves asked tentatively, as if suddenly struck by the thought. A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes.
"Use your brain, would you?"
Sparrow, who had been wolfing down a piece of meat, froze mid-bite.
He turned and glared at the werewolf who had spoken, his eyes filled with the kind of contempt reserved for the world’s biggest idiot.
"If that was really Chu He, do you think a few of us would have made it back alive?" he roared. "Besides, why would a peerless expert like him fall from a thirty-story building and end up in such a miserable state?
What a ridiculous idea!"
With that, he went back to tearing at the chunk of meat.
The bloody chewing sounds grew louder, as if pronouncing Qu Yuxiu’s unknown and terrifying fate.
"Heh heh, that makes sense."
The werewolf chuckled, his horrifying laugh revealing a row of chilling fangs.
He then violently shoved the bone in his hand, still clinging with scraps of meat, into his mouth.
He began to chew with great force. The sound—CRUNCH, CRUNCH—was like the Death God gnawing on a soul, echoing through the silent, terrifying courtyard.
Then, with a grip like an iron pincer, he grabbed a bottle of steaming, high-proof liquor.
The liquid sloshed violently, like a beast about to be uncaged.
He staggered toward Qu Yuxiu,
each step carrying an oppressive menace.
Reaching Qu Yuxiu, he slowly squatted down, his posture like that of a wolf about to pounce on its prey.
He reached out with a greasy hand, caked in filth and smelling of blood,
and slapped it heavily against Qu Yuxiu’s cheek.
The touch felt like a slimy python coiling around him, and it carried a pungent, foul stench.
Qu Yuxiu’s stomach churned.
His brow furrowed in disgust and revulsion. ’These guys are like Demons crawled up from the Hell Abyss. Absolutely sickening.’
However, the werewolf ignored Qu Yuxiu’s reaction.
His eyes were fierce and cold, and his voice was low and hoarse as he asked, "Do you understand what I’m saying?"
Although Qu Yuxiu was burning with rage, he was in a desperate situation, like a cornered beast.
He had no choice but to suppress his anger and answer obediently, "I understand."
"Good." The werewolf nodded slightly and continued his questions. "What’s your name?"
"Qu Yuxiu."
Qu Yuxiu gritted his teeth, forcing out the two words.
Each syllable was laced with endless humiliation and resentment, carving a deep brand of hatred into his heart.
"Are you from the Great Xia Empire?"
The werewolf’s eerie green eyes locked onto Qu Yuxiu, his gaze like a torch trying to pierce his very soul and uncover its hidden secrets.
"I’m not from the Great Xia Empire. I belong to no country."
Qu Yuxiu quickly explained.
His mind flashed back to the werewolves’ baseless suspicions linking him to Chu He, and his hatred for the man erupted like a volcano.
He knew it was futile to waste his breath explaining; these brutish, unreasonable werewolves would never believe a word he said.
"Hmph! With that Eastern face, how could you possibly belong to no country?"
The werewolf’s face was filled with suspicion. His brow furrowed, and his tone dripped with impatience and doubt.
Without another word, he tilted his head back and drained the bottle.
The liquor slithered down his throat like a fiery serpent,
and he let out a long breath,
as if savoring the searing burn.
Then, he raised the now-empty bottle high
and swung it with all his might, smashing it down on Qu Yuxiu’s head.
CRASH!
The bottle shattered, sending shards of glass flying like daggers.
Qu Yuxiu felt the heavy blow to his head.
His vision went black, as if the entire world had plunged into a dark abyss.
His mind went blank, and he was momentarily stunned.
"Stop playing games and confess.
Are you from the Great Xia Empire or not?
What are you doing in Jinshan City?"
The werewolf’s fierce and brutal voice exploded in Qu Yuxiu’s ears again,
like the chilling summons of the Death God.
In the courtyard,
the other werewolves sitting around the table and the bonfire,
all grinned, their strange, cruel laughter filled with mockery as they watched the scene unfold with great interest.
In their eyes, Qu Yuxiu was just a pathetic wretch they could toy with and torture as they pleased,
a lamb to the slaughter who might be hiding an incredible secret.
No one felt any pity or sympathy for his miserable plight.
"Oh? If we can pry some valuable information out of this kid and hand it over, the clan’s higher-ups might give us a hefty reward."
Sparrow mumbled indistinctly while feasting on the chunk of meat in his hand.
Hearing this, the interrogating werewolf’s eyes lit up,
as if he could see countless treasures and supreme glory beckoning.
The thought of the coveted reward of a title made his heart pound with excitement,
threatening to burst from his chest.
So, without hesitation, he clenched his fists and threw two heavy punches straight at Qu Yuxiu’s face.
The fists whistled through the air like a pair of iron hammers, smashing into Qu Yuxiu’s face.
They instantly left him with a bloody nose and mouth, seeing stars.
The werewolf roared viciously, "Answer my question, now!"
"If I tell you a top-secret piece of information, can you spare my life and let me go?"
Qu Yuxiu swallowed with difficulty,
trying to moisten a throat so dry it felt like it would crack.
His voice was extremely hoarse from pain and fear, like a broken bellows gasping for air.
"Stop your nonsense and spit it out!"
The werewolf ignored his plea,
raising a hand and bringing it down in a vicious slap that whistled through the air,
cracking against Qu Yuxiu’s cheek.
The slap was so powerful it snapped Qu Yuxiu’s head to one side.
A clear, red, swollen handprint instantly appeared on his face, as if he had been seared by fire.
Qu Yuxiu suppressed the murderous intent that raged within him like a turbulent wave.
’The day I get my strength back,’ he swore to himself,
’I will tear these fiends from the Werewolf Clan to pieces.
I’ll grind their bones to dust. Only then will this monumental hatred be appeased.’
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said slowly, "You’re locked in a fierce struggle with the Vampire Clan.
But did you know their current Clan Leader is Chu He’s disciple?
No matter how tight your defenses are,
how can you possibly stand against someone as powerful as him?
Chu He has already set foot in Jinshan City!"