Chapter 00126: Die, Die, Die
# Die, Die, Die
Chapter 126
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 126 – Die, Die, Die
At this moment, Wen Wen’s voice rang out, interrupting Tong Hua as he continued to douse the situation with his cynical words.
“Right now the wilderness has fallen into chaos. Those people are busy fighting tooth and nail against each other. In such a short period, someone like him, who poses no threat, isn’t even high on Lei Yaoxing’s list. His priority won’t be considered.”
Only he—there is no way he could be exterminated now.
Chen Xingzhou was nearly dead already.
Chen Yubai could die too; anyone can be killed at any moment, but never by his hand.
Otherwise, everything that happened tonight would have been confirmed.
Bad habits come with severe consequences—a bad mark will be sealed on your head, and you’ll never be rid of it in this lifetime.
Sometimes in the Jianghu the rules are useless; but there are times when they carry a weight heavier than a mountain.
When you want people to believe in your promises, you’d best conduct yourself like a proper person.
It was a pity—the events tonight had already jeopardized half the people under Lei Yaoxing.
At this point, if he still cared about his position as someone who abided by his word, he had to preserve the other half.
“Since those above are too busy with their own troubles, the only ones we have to deal with now are a bunch of petty Karami sorts, and those flies that swarm over as soon as they catch a whiff of trouble.”
Wen Wen spoke slowly, “As long as Chen Xingzhou lies in that hospital, you won’t make it to the threat list. But once Chen Xingzhou draws his last breath, you’ll be forced to jump ship completely. Viewed this way, the situation actually favors you.”
A brief silence fell.
Ji Jue instinctively glanced over at Old Zhang.
Old Zhang pretended not to notice and continued drinking tea, so Ji wisely kept quiet.
Little An still hadn’t figured out what was going on and looked at the unspoken exchange between the two, until Iron-Head Baby Tong Hua, ever the one to speak his mind, blurted out in astonishment, “Sister Wen, you really understand things!”
“…”
Wen Wen glared at her in irritation, her voice blurred, “Before I joined the Security Bureau, didn’t you also need to earn some extra cash on the side?”
“I understand, I understand.”
Ji Jue nodded with a touch of sentiment—suddenly he felt a kinship.
In these times survival wasn’t easy.
Who didn’t have a side hustle or a little extra hobby, right?
For some unknown reason, looking at that face that said “so you’re one of those XXX as well”, Wen Wen suddenly felt a surge of anger.
Her fist tightened, but with outsiders present and to save face, she couldn’t smash his head.
Instead, she gritted her teeth and continued, “Don’t get too happy. Even if a great wind and storm can’t blow right to you, you still have to weather the aftershocks. When giants clash, they don’t care how many ants are beneath their feet.”
Suddenly she asked, “Among the trusted inner circle that Chen Xingzhou left behind, there must be a few dependable ones, right?”
“Uncle Lin!”
Chen Yubai answered without hesitation, “Uncle Lin is absolutely trustworthy.”
As Chen Xingzhou’s trusted aide, assistant, and even his top bodyguard, if Uncle Lin were not reliable, then Chen Xingzhou would have been dead long ago.
Moreover, even before his brother rose to prominence, Uncle Lin had been taking care of him publicly and secretly.
“Alright, then get in touch with him.”
Wen Wen decided firmly.
She picked up the coarse tea from Ji Jue’s home, frowned, and downed it in hearty gulps.
Even after the faint aroma of alcohol dissipated, she couldn’t help but sigh.
“Chen Xingzhou… that guy…”
She said, “When I first came to Ya City to take up my post, he was the first to report the business details of the Northern Mountain District to me. Without his support, I wouldn’t have been able to hold this position as a commander without any backing. For both official and personal reasons, I owe him.”
“This matter is something that Tianyuan cannot meddle in, but Bailu can.”
She looked up, toward the young man holding his tea cup and blinking at her side.
Little An.
In the entire Northern Mountain District, only Little An need not worry about issues of allegiance.
Because he already had a mountain of problems of his own.
Being part of the An family of Bailu hunters and joining the Security Bureau had already shocked many.
Now even if he got caught up in internal struggles, it could be brushed off as a personal matter.
Besides, it was just flirting with the edge.
“Ji Jue’s safety—leave that to you.” Wen Wen patted Little An’s head.
Little An was momentarily stunned before breaking into a smile, showing no resistance, “Alright.”
For a fleeting moment, from the corner of Ji Jue’s eye he noticed that Old Zhang seemed about to say something but then fell silent, simply lowering his head to drink his tea, as if trying to suppress a laugh.
Meanwhile, Chen Yubai was completely dumbfounded.
Looking at Wen Wen’s arrangement, if their identities allowed, he probably would have directly asked, “What about me? What about me? Am I not worthy of having a name at all? Why is a bodyguard even assigned another bodyguard? What kind of nesting doll is that?”
But then he reconsidered: if Little An protected Ji Jue, and Ji Jue protected himself, then rounding it all up, wasn’t the Security Bureau effectively protecting itself?
A sense of security soared again.
Before departing, Old Zhang patted Little An’s head and finally instructed, “Protect him well, got it?”
“Of course!” Little An replied.
Ji Jue whistled, wrapped an arm around Little An’s shoulder, and gave him a thumbs-up, full of confidence, “Little An and I have it covered!”
They were back! Everyone was back!
Wasn’t that sense of security returning all at once?!
Old Zhang smiled silently, but Wen Wen, after a final appraising glance at Ji Jue, suddenly beckoned him over, “Come here, I’ll add you a BUFF.”
“Eh?”
Before Ji Jue could gather his wits, he felt his body bending over involuntarily.
What followed was an unprecedented impact and excruciating pain.
A merciless punch!
Thud!
Everything went black for Ji Jue as he almost let out a dog-like cry.
When he came back to himself, he discovered that an external spiritual essence had appeared on him.
As he lifted his shirt, he finally saw a complex and bewitching mark on his abdomen.
It was the blessing from Minerva.
Wen Wen’s spiritual essence, like a crystal, had become embedded inside him.
He could feel a terrifying power within it, like an overflowing flood or an erupting volcano, and yet at that moment it was as still as stone.
Even the spiritual essence swirling around him changed slowly, almost as if it were freezing.
The extreme shifts between motion and stillness coexisted within one’s spiritual essence—an abrupt transition, from explosive outbursts of matter to complete stability, all in the blink of an eye.
Ji Jue was left in awe at such high-level changes, transitions, and divine interventions.
But looking at that position and design, something seemed… a little off.
Damn it, what if it ends up turning him into Lei Yaoxing’s Xing Lili?
“Can’t it be placed somewhere else?!”
“Where else? On your hand?” Wen Wen chuckled. “Actually, it would work that way normally, but would you prefer not to lose your matrix?”
If one were to consider convenience, the best positions would naturally be the palm or the back of the hand.
Unfortunately, those spots had long been completely occupied by the non-removable marks.
Any entry and solidification of an external spiritual essence would interfere with the matrix’s functioning, even causing shocks and damage.
So, she had been ‘forced’ to place it on Ji Jue’s stomach.
But on second thought, maybe his head would work too—should I add another there?
Noticing the predatory glint in Wen Wen’s eyes, Ji Jue instinctively took a couple of steps back, moving his friend Chen Yubai in front of him.
Wen Wen let out a sharp click of her tongue.
In the end, she refrained from smashing Chen Yubai’s head.
“Alright, the Sword of Minerva—I give it to you.”
Wen Wen finally waved her hand in farewell, “If you can beat them, then beat them; if you can’t, then run. With Little An around, I know you’ll live to see another day—everything else depends on your luck. That’s all I can do.”
Chen Xingzhou, out of a sense of favor, had once given a suggestion, arranged the manpower for Ji Jue, and provided Minerva’s blessing and power.
Everything expected of her had already been done.
It was as thorough as one could be.
If Ji Jue stubbornly insisted on using this move, even if it still couldn’t resolve the situation and he refused to leave, then he would have only brought death upon himself.
Just as Ji Jue was about to say something, Wen Wen clenched her fist, the crisp sound of her knuckles breaking the silence, “If you really want to thank me, then in the future work hard for me, and when you earn money, treat me to drinks. That’s enough—now that you’ve arrived, it’s time for you all to leave.”
Outside Ji Jue’s home, a featureless black sedan slowly parked.
Uncle Lin got out of the car.
When he saw Chen Yubai, he finally exhaled in relief.
Finally, when he looked at Ji Jue and the others from the Northern Mountain District, it was as if he suddenly understood something.
With a grateful smile, he bowed respectfully.
The two sides had no contact whatsoever—not a single word exchanged.
They simply passed by, heading in different directions, drifting apart.
Yet, inside the Security Bureau’s vehicle… after sending Tong Hua home and departing, Wen Wen couldn’t help but bend down, suddenly coughing violently.
A heart-wrenching, soul-tearing cough erupted.
Her lungs echoed with a hollow, rending sound.
Blood seeped through her fingers.
Before it even hit the ground, it quickly solidified into tiny, glimmering crystals.
Crack!
The steering wheel, gripped by her constricted fingers, developed cracks.
In the front passenger seat, Old Zhang seemed unfazed by such scenes.
After parking the car at the roadside, he opened the trunk, retrieved an iron box, and took out a pre-packed pneumatic injector.
He targeted her neck.
The potion was rapidly injected, giving her a brief moment to catch her breath.
Finally, Old Zhang reached out and pressed her shoulder.
A pure stream of life force burst forth with a radiant white glow, circulating and patching up the old injuries in her body.
Sadly, the repair was futile; it could only mend the wounds, but could not remove that shadow of spiritual essence that clung to her heart like a razor-sharp blade.
That was the scar left by the celestial being.
After her condition finally stabilized a bit, Old Zhang let go, casually crumpling the injector into a pile of scraps before tossing it aside. “With your body injured, don’t recklessly invoke the supreme extraction blessing of Minerva. You really aren’t that fearless about death, are you?”
“I can’t help it,” Wen Wen replied, leaning back in the chair.
Her pale face was still stained with blood, yet she laughed bitterly, “After all, it’s not the first time I’ve chosen a path to death.”
“Under the divine punishment of a celestial being, merely clinging to life is already a stroke of luck. You better start taking your condition seriously.”
Old Zhang released his hold.
At that moment, he noticed a wound had appeared between his fingers.
When his spiritual essence surged, it hissed as though something were invading.
Just by the touch of his spiritual essence, that shadow of harm invaded and retaliated.
He shook his hand and within the blink of an eye, a layer of skin peeled off—then another, and yet another.
After four layers came off, all was gone.
“The wound left by a celestial being can only be healed by a celestial being. If you keep standing still here, your condition will only get worse,” Old Zhang said, a rare seriousness on his face, “While the Dragon’s Path, although different from the sage’s, is somewhat brutal, it is still righteous at its core. Why are you so opposed?”
“Forget it.”
Wen Wen sighed wearily, “I didn’t choose to be the Heavenly Chosen to destroy something, or to have to create another heavenly disaster just to keep myself alive. If I die, it’s over—this will be the end of the Wen family’s inherited misfortune.”
Old Zhang shook his head softly, “If Wen Zheng knew that his daughter despised him this much, even in sleep he’d wake up angry.”
“Who cares about that shit? Let it all die!”
Wen Wen unceremoniously raised her hand and, pointing at the night sky outside the window, flipped the bird.
The night sky remained silent, enduring the insult without a sound.
Only a single star flickered in mournful fury.
“Damn it, damn it!”
Under the same night sky in another office, amid the haze of burning cigars and swirling smoke, the gathered participants had long since burst with anger, their veins popping as they struggled to contain their rage.
“Yu Cheng is dead too, and little Zhou is lying in the hospital, without legs—he’ll never stand again in this lifetime. Those sons of bitches—I want to kill them, kill them all!”
The Heavenly Chosen, adorned with tattoos across his face, could barely contain his violent fury.
His eyes glowed blood red, “It’s all that Chen Xingzhou bastard! If he hadn’t been taken down right in front of us, I’d say he was purposely playing us! He’s the one hurting you, Xing, you can’t let him trick you!”
“Enough! Shut up!”
On the other side of the table, a gaunt man looked up, his eyes a ghastly white piercing with blazing light, “Xing hasn’t even spoken yet—do you think your words matter here!”
The combined auras of numerous Bailu Heavenly Chosen wove together, turning the entire office into a demonic scene that would cause an ordinary person to faint in terror.
Yet only in the midst of it all did a calm zone exist—no aura dared come within three feet of that central area.
It was as if even the maddened beasts feared to violate the dignity of a monstrous presence.
Lei Yaoxing lowered his gaze.
For an instant, an awe-inspiring and fierce aura emanated from him; then it slowly dissipated as he said, “The matters inside might be inseparable from Chen Xingzhou, but what happened tonight was no act.”
It all happened right before his eyes.
He was caught completely off guard.
Yet from start to finish, Chen Xingzhou never managed to deceive his perception.
That bullet, which had traveled several thousand meters and shot straight into his heart from behind, until before it hit its target—he hadn’t sensed it at all.
In other words, if that bullet had been aimed at him, there was no way he could have dodged it.
And Chen Xingzhou wasn’t even one of the Heavenly Chosen.
He had nothing to rely on except for a few trivial alchemical works.
In just an instant, the bullet destroyed his heart.
The toxins spread, dissolving his internal organs, corroding his nerves, and even contaminating his soul.
Right before his eyes, Chen Xingzhou collapsed in a pool of blood, quickly losing every sign of life.
Even if the Heavenly Chosen in the vortex had attempted to rescue him on the spot, it would have been useless.
He hadn’t even been moved to the emergency room yet.
In that very moment, had Lei Yaoxing wished it, from such close proximity he could have snuffed out the last bit of Chen Xingzhou’s life without detection.
He refrained from acting only to let him live on, or perhaps to preserve his brain and memories so that the Heavenly Chosen of the Heart Hub could later retrieve them.
The white-listed men responsible for handling Chen Xingzhou had long since vanished, and the remaining faction had already begun infighting the moment Chen Xingzhou was sent into the operating room.
The former top horse had come in overnight, and at this moment was still kneeling obediently downstairs, waiting for Lei Yaoxing’s summons.
And now, only a few trusted aides remained, all caught in the chaos.
Everything he had once built was reduced to ashes, following his devastating blow.
Crumbling without resistance.
“Send someone to Ji Ci Hospital to keep watch.”
Lei Yaoxing ordered impassively, “If he dies, then it will be over for him. If he survives… then deal with him cleanly. And as for his younger brother, assign someone to watch him closely—no rash moves.”
“Xing, sir.”
An elder’s face turned grave, “If we wipe them out completely now, the uncles and elders...”
“Even if I don’t wipe them out completely, do you think they’ll come to our aid?!” Lei Yaoxing roared in anger.
Cracks appeared on the table before him, “Make no mistake, there’s no room left for negotiation. Either they die, or we die—can there be any other choice?”
“About the Seventh Young Master…” someone hesitantly asked.
Originally, Old Qi who sided with Lei Yaoxing, now was secretly contacting the uncles as well—seeking to get to the bottom of things and settle the sins…
Lei Yaoxing laughed, “Heh, what a good brother he is.”
Not only Old Qi, but also Old Jiu, and Little Eleven.
Not to mention the other bigwigs who had once been loyal to Lei Wuye, the smug drug peddler Kou Shui Kun, the man with golden teeth who secretly controlled all the casinos and gambling dens in Ya City, and the shipyard men who, after washing themselves, thought they had made it ashore…
“Then fight, fight!”
Lei Yaoxing waved his hand, issuing an order that drove the beasts into a frenzy, “Fight until they lose, fight until they submit, fight until they die! With all the blather, who else but the toughest and strongest should be in charge? As for the head of the chaotic assembly, I want them begging on their knees for me to lead!”
If they refused to kneel, then they might as well die!
“Damn it—are days really this good?”
Under the same dark sky, Ji Jue looked around at everything before him.
The warmhearted enthusiasm he once had was suddenly turned to icy detachment, and he subconsciously stepped toward Chen Yubai, clasping his fists in farewell, “After thinking it through, the wicked will eventually meet their end. Those who live by breaking the rules will eventually pay their dues. Since death is inevitable at this point, you might as well go to it!”
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