Chapter 318: Don't Leave

Seventeen's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes instantly reddening as she turned her head away. "Now you think of the child. Why didn't you think about the child back then?"

"I..." Yang Chen closed his eyes in pain, and after a long time, he said, "At that time, my mind was like a mess, I couldn't control myself."

"Hmph," Seventeen sneered coldly. "Couldn't control yourself? Did you even try to control yourself? I really feel sorry for my child, because he had a father like you. He was gone before he was even born."

Yang Chen's body stiffened, feeling a prickly sensation on his scalp. If someone else were present, they could probably see the veins bulging on his forehead.

"Gone... gone?"

"Do you think I could survive an explosion and falling into the sea without a scratch?" Seventeen's emotions were slightly out of control, and she angrily questioned him.

The room fell silent again, as quiet as death. Yang Chen's mind filled with memories from the past, and his eyes reddened instantly.

On the vast blue sea, waves surged mightily. A stolen military warship was slowly sailing into international waters, a defiant steel beast with sharp edges glinting in the sunlight.

On the forward deck of the warship, a large group of burly men of various skin colors, wearing different outfits, all looking fierce and murderous, had been gathered together. Their faces were full of anger and hatred. There were at least fifty or sixty of them, all glaring intently at a young man lounging lazily in a chair in front of them.

Behind the young man stood several officer-like figures, their faces solemn and respectful, clearly treating the young man as their leader.

"Since you took money from others to come after my people, you should have expected this day to come. So, don't look at me with such dissatisfied eyes. I'm giving you the opportunity to kill me together, and I won't even use a machine gun on you. You should be grateful. I suggest you start quickly," the young man said with a smile.

One of the burly white men shouted angrily in German, "Only a small squad of the Blazer Mercenary Corps participated in the operation. Why did you have to hunt us all down to the last person? Even our families at the headquarters were not spared!"

"You're nothing but a bloodthirsty demon, using a flimsy excuse to satisfy your lust for blood!" another burly man said furiously.

"As a strong man, didn't you feel ashamed when you swung your knife at women and children?"

"You will face retribution."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, which gleamed with a cold, blood-red light. "I told you to attack, not to talk!"

In an instant, the young man left his seat, and the next moment, he was already in the midst of the crowd! The two burly men who had just spoken suddenly had their heads struck by an enormous force, exploding into two clouds of blood mist!

Immediately after, the young man's body, like a whirlwind of death, spun and weaved among the fifty or sixty captives, leaving behind a scene of severed limbs and body parts.

Blood flowed like a river, and the crimson liquid seeped into the ocean from the deck.

After killing everyone, the young man revealed a satisfied smile, took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, and turned back to the cabin. Just then, a young woman in a light blue dress walked onto the deck. She glanced at the pool of blood in front of her, furrowed her brows, and said to the young man, "Thirteen, stop killing. Haven't you killed enough?"

Thirteen paused in his steps. "Dear Seventeen, it's not that I haven't killed enough, but there are always people who want to die."

Seventeen shook her head in pain. "Three years ago, you told me you wanted to destroy Zero and then live a life without killing. But now, why do you still want to kill even after destroying Zero? Those people didn't provoke you, and their families certainly didn't! Thirteen, you weren't like this before!"

Thirteen smiled nonchalantly. "Seventeen, do you remember when I asked you why you liked to wear blue dresses all year round?"

Seventeen remained silent.

"You told me that you wore clean-looking clothes because seeing blood stain them gave you a sense of accomplishment."

Seventeen turned her head away. "That was in the past. Now I don't want to kill anymore. I just want a peaceful life."

"Just because you don't like it doesn't mean I don't," Thirteen's eyes flickered with an excited fire. "Seventeen, every time I kill now, I get an incredibly wonderful feeling. The sense of accomplishment from watching life slip away in my hands can only be deepened by killing more people. You are the person I trust the most and the woman I love the most. If you oppose my killing, it will make me very angry. So, I forbid you from opposing me anymore!"

After speaking, Thirteen turned and walked straight into the cabin without looking back.

Seventeen stood at the cabin door, silently shedding tears.

In the early morning, Thirteen sat up groggily from a large velvet bed. The night's heavy drinking left his head feeling heavy, and when he reached for the person who should have been beside him, he found the space empty.

In his daze, Thirteen felt something hard under his hand. Picking it up, he saw that it was a letter. Opening it, he found a piece of paper with a few lines of familiar handwriting that immediately brought clarity to his eyes.

"Thirteen, I've left. I couldn't persuade you, and you've become someone who scares me. It's not that I want to leave you; it's because I have your child. Our child cannot grow up in a world of blood and slaughter. I want him to grow up ordinary. If I told you I was pregnant, I would never have had the chance to leave. So, forgive me for telling you this only after I've gone. If one day you become the Thirteen you used to be, I will bring our child back to you. Seventeen."

Thirteen's hands trembled, and the letter slipped from his grasp. He suddenly recalled the look in Seventeen's eyes when she left the bar last night. It hadn't seemed significant then, but now he remembered that those eyes were filled with determination, disgust, pain, and sorrow, as if her very soul was being tormented within her beautiful body, seeking release.

Could it have been a farewell?

On a remote island in the Pacific Ocean, atop a steep cliff, several heavily injured men and women were driven to the edge. Below them lay the crashing waves and cold, jagged rocks.

Thirteen's eyes burned with arrogant rage, a blood-red light like the flames of hell, forcing the once-proud men and women to retreat step by step.

"I don't care if you are superhumans or mercenaries. If you want revenge on me, I'll take it anytime. But for kidnapping my woman, I will make you suffer more than death," Thirteen's voice was like grinding gears, piercing through the howling sea wind into their ears.

At the base of the cliff, numerous blood-stained corpses testified to the brutality of the battle. Yet Thirteen still stood tall, while the last few were forced onto the precipice.

One of the women, a seductive beauty, laughed sharply, "Hades, even if you kill us all, your woman and the child in her belly will be buried with us!"

"We are no match for you, but so what? We die, but you, alive, will suffer more than death!"

Thirteen clenched his fists, burning with the desire to rush forward and slaughter them, but the uncertainty about Seventeen's exact location tore at his heart like a knife.

The seductive woman pulled out a small walkie-talkie and spoke in Japanese, "Mission failed. Detonate."

Thirteen suddenly realized what the command meant, but it was too late to shout for them to stop!

With a deafening "boom," an explosion shattered the stone wall on a distant cliff, sending chunks of rock flying!

A black object resembling an iron cage fell into the sea with the explosion, swallowed by the waves and lost in the tides.

"No!"

Thirteen's desperate shout couldn't halt the instant explosion hundreds of meters away, nor could it stop the cage hidden below the cliff from plunging into the sea.

The seductive woman laughed gleefully, "Though our alliance to kill you has failed, making you live with the pain of losing your beloved woman and child is our victory!"

Before Thirteen could unleash his fury on them, the superhumans leaped into the sea, smashing into the rocks and turning into blooms of blood, consumed by the waves.

Thirteen collapsed to his knees on the cliff, staring blankly at the ever-swirling sea. The unforgettable look in Seventeen's eyes that night she left resurfaced in his mind.

The blood-red light in his eyes gradually faded away.

Bringing his thoughts back, Yang Chen looked at the woman in front of him, his expression filled with complex emotions.

"Making you go through all that and losing the child... It's understandable that you wouldn't want to see me alive. I really don't deserve to be seen by you," Yang Chen's eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he gave a bitter smile. "But knowing you're alive, I'm already very grateful."

"精C小说,H小说,耽美小说尽在:酒屋小说网."

"Leave. Meeting you today is the last time we'll ever see each other," Seventeen stood up, expressionless, and smoothed her disheveled hair.

Yang Chen trembled as he rose to his feet, his heart feeling like it was being gnawed by worms and bitten by snakes, causing a searing pain. He looked at the woman in front of him, not even a foot away. "Seventeen, I know, no matter what I say, it's useless. When you fell into the sea, I suddenly understood a lot of things. It's a pity that when you were by my side, I didn't understand."

"Stop. I don't want to hear it," Seventeen rejected coldly.

Yang Chen smiled bitterly. "Do you know? When I returned to Yanxia this past year, I met a woman who reminded me a lot of you. Her appearance, her personality, her way of speaking, most of all her eyes—I once thought she was sent by the heavens to replace you. But then I realized, she is who she is, and you are you. You are Seventeen, and no one can replace you."

Yang Chen silently turned around, biting his lip as if making a firm decision. He took a step, ready to leave.

"Thirteen!"

Seventeen suddenly called out.

Yang Chen turned around, staring at her in a daze. At some point, a layer of mist had formed in Seventeen's eyes. Suddenly, she threw herself into Yang Chen's arms, hugging him tightly!

Yang Chen was momentarily stunned, but then he understood what was happening. His heart warmed, and he gently held the woman who was trembling and shedding tears in his arms.

"Don't go!"

"Seventeen!"

Hearing the sorrowful murmur, Yang Chen felt a pang of sadness. Just as he was about to say something comforting, he suddenly sensed something was wrong!

How could it be?!

Seventeen slowly stepped back from Yang Chen, taking two steps away. Her face, still familiar and tear-streaked, now held a playful and mocking look as she gazed at him.

Yang Chen dumbly looked down. There, in his chest, a gold-threaded dagger had been plunged in!

A delicate and tragic bloom of blood silently unfurled on Yang Chen's chest!