Fury

Although Wen Donglai was very scared, he thought, it's just an arm, if it's gone then it's gone, it won't kill me, so he kept psyching himself up.

Su Mo walked over to Wen Donglai's side, crossed his arms over his chest, stroked his chin and mumbled: "I cut the fingers on his left hand earlier, can't be biased, need to be fair. So, let's cut his right arm now, hmm hmm, I'm so thoughtful."

Hearing this, Wen Donglai, who had just mentally prepared himself, almost broke down. Cold sweat streamed down and he had already cursed Su Mo's ancestors for 180 generations in his heart.

Then, Su Mo started selecting tools on the tool table, picking this and that, and finally selected a chopper. Very practical, also very cool, perfect for dismembering bodies, oh no, cutting body parts, works the same whether they're alive or not.

Holding the chopper, he walked to Wen Donglai's side. Looking at Wen Donglai who was gritting his teeth, Su Mo raised the knife up high. Just as Wen Donglai closed his eyes preparing to endure the pain.

"Oh, I forgot one thing, I'm so absent-minded."

Su Mo suddenly seemed to recall something. He put down the chopper and ran to grab tape, duct tape and a mirror.

The tape was pasted onto Wen Donglai's eyelids, not allowing him to close his eyes. The mirror was adjusted to an angle where Wen Donglai could clearly see the entire process of his body being cut apart.

Of course, to prevent our Wen Donglai from venting his pain through screaming, our warm-hearted Su Mo thoughtfully sealed Wen Donglai's mouth.

After preparations were complete, Su Mo nodded slightly, indicating he was very satisfied.

He picked up the knife again, raised it high, but when he swung it down, there wasn't much force. The chopper lodged in the middle of Wen Donglai's arm, the bone shattered but didn't completely snap.

"Mmm mmm mmm......"

This lord of the pugilistic world had bloodshot eyes. Tears and snot streamed down uncontrollably. His pupils lost focus and his body shook violently. It didn't seem he was very comfortable.

Su Mo apologized: "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. The weather's been humid lately and my rheumatism is acting up. My strength isn't well-controlled."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Trust me Wen Donglai, next slice will definitely do it."

Then he easily pulled the knife out from Wen Donglai's arm. Blood gushed out wildly. Wen Donglai's face instantly turned deathly pale. If the bleeding wasn't stopped, he would die soon.

Of course Su Mo understood this. So this time, he really used force, chopping down vertically. The right arm fell off.

The chopped off arm still moved twice, especially the thumb, it moved thrice, very lively.

He hurriedly grabbed the chemical spray, continuously spraying, he had to stop the bleeding quickly, otherwise a life would be lost. Su Mo respected life, um...probably...

Two minutes later, the bleeding completely stopped. Wen Donglai's face looked like a dead man's, deathly pale beyond words. Moreover, his eyeballs bulged out blood red, his face was covered in tears, and the facial muscles kept trembling uncontrollably.

It looked terrifying, Su Mo was almost startled into laughter in the dead of night, too cute.

"Um, Wen Donglai, I'm truly very sorry. I wasn't in good form earlier. Let's do this, to express my apologies, I'll give you another lottery draw chance.

You see, I keep my word. Like this, with your current lack of mobility, let me draw the lot for you."

Speaking, Su Mo brazenly took out a pen, wrote the word "heart" on a slip of paper, and finally showed it to Wen Donglai.

"Wow, Wen Donglai, your luck is so good, you hit the jackpot, you're so fortunate! I said there must be a reason your face is glowing red, turns out the Goddess of Fate is blessing you!"

Having said that, under Wen Donglai's murderous gaze, Su Mo happily went to select tools, seeming very excited, as if he himself had hit the jackpot.

A minute later, Su Mo came back with a running chainsaw which was emitting "zzz zzz" sounds.

"This little darling isn't bad, and it's electric too, I love it so much," said Su Mo.

Also not bothering about anything else, holding the chainsaw with both hands, he charged at Wen Donglai's chest.

The icy chainsaw spun rapidly, inching closer and closer to Wen Donglai's chest.

And Su Mo's eyes grew brighter and brighter, like twinkling stars, shimmering radiantly.

The next moment, blood splattered everywhere, like spewing lava, like the surging wrathful river, like blossoming fireworks.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

The chainsaw cut straight into the middle of Wen Donglai's chest, slowly expanding outwards. Soon, a long gully of flesh and blood could be seen.

No matter how tough Wen Donglai was, he now looked devoid of human semblance. His face contorted beyond recognition, his bulging eyeballs were somewhat delirious.

Meanwhile, Su Mo was like a welder, bathed in magnificent red light, continuously cutting away, the line from navel to neck already completely cut open.

At this moment, Wen Donglai, who had dominated Longhu's pugilistic world for over a decade, finally breathed his last breath. His death throes were terrifying, his eyeballs were practically popping out, his twisted visage deathly pale.

While Su Mo split his mouth wide, laughing maniacally, "Ha, hahahaha, hahahahaha......"

The chainsaw noise mingled with the mad laughter. The dim light interwove with the crimson lava—the scene of an apocalyptic dusk leapt off the page.

After a minute, Wen Donglai was completely disemboweled. Su Mo casually flung away the vicious-looking chainsaw, plunging both hands into the chest cavity, then grabbed and tugged out a heart, now lifeless.

He bowed his head to look, mumbling: "How come it isn't black? I don't really approve, oh, this Wen Donglai isn't thoroughly evil, poor review."

Then seemingly disdainful, he tossed away the heart. Su Mo turned to look at the fleeing Gao Ming, grinning, "It's done."

Having inwardly heaved an immense sigh of relief, Gao Ming nodded: "Alright."

He considered tonight an eye-opener, watching Su Mo's performance made him feel like walking along the gates of Hell itself, one careless misstep would send him tumbling into the Yellow Springs.

Working together, after about an hour or so, they had tidied up the scene relatively well—handled what needed handling, taken what needed taking, photographed necessary close-ups.

Then, around 4 a.m., the two drove off from the warehouse.

At this time, Longhu city district was already very lively. The few corpses at Mingyue Pavilion had been discovered, the horrific underground scene of the building had been discovered, and the police were already frenziedly busy.

Simultaneously, many celebrities and top-level figures in Longhu region had also begun their own preparations. They were smart people, all sensing something major was up, because Wen Donglai had gone missing, clearly captured, thus the matter was serious.

When Su Mo's video was released afterwards, it would catalyze a major cleansing across Longhu. The heavy fist of national power would strike, soon sweeping away this egregiously corrupt organ trading organization.

At the same time, it would also finally unravel numerous unresolved cases that had long plagued the police. Of course, that would be matters of the next few days. For now, everything was still brewing.