Chapter 576: Facing
Sky Fortress.
Garden.
The handsome youth sat in a wheelchair, his heterochromatic eyes seeming to pierce through everything. Like a king, he lazily looked down from the prosperous night scene of densely packed skyscrapers beneath the clouds.
Just then, the tall woman standing behind the wheelchair sensed something and produced a Recording Stone from her palm.
Jian Xin stepped forward a few paces and presented the Recording Stone to the youth, bowing respectfully. “Master, it’s an encrypted transmission from Madam.”
Ye Li Dongjun was rubbing his temples. For some reason, he had felt a little weak a few minutes ago. Without waiting to ponder, he tilted his head in confusion towards the Recording Stone.
Unlike ordinary Recording Stones, the ones he and Freya held were enhanced by the [God Relic · Sky Eye Core]. This allowed for real-time mutual communication and video transmission within the entire area, uninterceptable by any means and untraceable.
Freya sending a transmission so late must mean something urgent.
Ye Li Dongjun frowned. “Play it.”
Jian Xin nodded. After inputting a Spirit Particle into the Recording Stone, countless information clusters within it swirled like scattered starlight, then shot out, projecting a three-dimensional holographic image on the glass window.
Freya’s arms were spread wide in a cross shape, and the scene of her being chained in a gloomy mountain cave immediately appeared in Ye Li Dongjun’s handsome, heterochromatic eyes.
His pupils subconsciously widened, expanding outwards.
A man was standing behind his wife at this moment, his waistforcefully thrusting forward into her curved hips. His large hand clutched Freya’s slender waist as he leaned in, a sinister smile on his face. “What’s wrong, Teacher Freya? Haven’t seen your student in so long, you don’t recognize them?”
The stimulating scene caused Ye Li Dongjun’s blood to surge instantly. His sea-blue and rose-red heterochromatic pupils, which had been expanding, suddenly contracted into pinpricks, his gaze terrifying.
This man was Xia Feng?!
Ye Li Dongjun had some impression of this ignorant fool named Xia Feng. He was once Freya’s student but was framed by him a year ago as the mastermind behind the Eternal Day Holy Son and the Garden Massacre. After escaping Area 51, he had disappeared without a trace.
Ye Li Dongjun had almost forgotten about him. After all, he was just an insignificant ant, possibly dead in some forgotten corner, unable to cause any disturbance.
Yet today, he suddenly appeared here—and had kidnapped Freya!
“You scoundrel—get away from my wife!”
“Teacher Freya, go ahead and scream. Unfortunately, in this desolate wild, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you~”
Across the screen, Freya’s face was covered in frost, struggling with humiliation and anger. Xia Feng grabbed her delicate jaw and lifted it, his lewd low laugh like that of a devil.
Although Ye Li Dongjun’s heterochromatic gaze slowly returned to normal calmness, veins bulged on his temples. With cracking sounds, hairline fractures appeared on the armrests of his wheelchair.
Jian Xin glanced at the youth in the wheelchair and was about to close the holographic recording.
“No need.” Ye Li Dongjun raised his hand, his hoarse voice as cold as hell. “This Lord wants to see what this suicidal fool intends to do.”
Freya did not surrender so easily. She strained her toes against the floor, twisting her hips from side to side in resistance, angrily cursing her former student, who had now become a swine-like, dirty evil disciple!
“. Now, release this Lord immediately! Otherwise, if Ye Li Dongjun finds out, you will die without a burial ground—唔~!”
Leya’s pink tongue was held by Xia Feng’s finger, pulled to his red lips.
Ye Li Dongjun’s breathing hitched involuntarily. His heterochromatic eyes widened in shock. Beneath his white Martial arts uniform, Leya’s slender legs were drawn together as if she urgently needed to urinate, her cold and beautiful face flushed as she was forced to stick out her tongue.
Her captivating eyes became incredibly alluring at this moment, staring straight ahead as if she could truly see him. Ye Li Dongjun’s scalp tingled, and the surging blood completely overloaded his nerves—*Bzzzng!*
Beneath the wheelchair, golden rings spread out like ripples. His rose-red left eye ignited with a cold, nameless rage. He also stared straight ahead, meeting the gaze of Freya, who was humiliatingly sticking out her tongue.
Xia Feng, his face close to Freya’s, embraced her soft waist. His black eyes also looked over, and he said plainly, “Ye Li Dongjun, what do you think? Did you see everything clearly.”
“I’ll get straight to the point. Your wife is in my hands now. If you want her to be unharmed, you will do as I say next.”
Hearing this, Ye Li Dongjun finally shifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of the suicidal bug.
The bug’s black pupils were filled with the slyness of a petty victor, and a sinister smile curved his lips. “Otherwise, your wife, oh, my dear Teacher Freya, you might not know what terrible fate awaits her~”
“Of course, my request is actually very simple.”
Saying this, the bug’s sinister smile faded, gradually replaced by a coldness. “As long as Mr. Dong Jun publicly appears on the major media platforms of the empire and apologizes to me, Uncle Wei, and the innocent citizens of the Garden Massacre, revealing the truth that you are the mastermind of the Garden Massacre, I will release your wife and not harm her in the slightest. What do you say?”
Ridiculous!
Hearing the bug’s demand, Ye Li Dongjun understood that this guy wanted to completely destroy him.
The Garden, like White Emperor City, was for completing the Sacrifice stage of the Life Roulette. Sacrificing Lost People and Hopeful People could yield a large amount of Life Points.
These matters were fine kept in secret, but if exposed publicly, the Apocalypse Knights could no longer turn a blind eye.
At that time, the Shang Jue Pillar State would also have to choose to cut its losses and abandon him.
“Ye Li Dongjun, I’ll give you only ten minutes. If I don’t see your apology broadcast on major media platforms in ten minutes, heh~”
Xia Feng said with a smile against Freya’s pretty face, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the excessively plump holy white Martial arts uniform, his fingers sinking into the cotton.
Freya’s alluring face, her tongue still hanging out, stiffened. Her pupils widened again in disbelief. This damned student! Didn’t he say he wouldn’t go too far?
“Otherwise, this is just the first step.” Xia Feng stared quietly at Ye Li Dongjun and forcefully kneaded the uniform a few times with his hand in front of him.
“Boom—! Boom boom boom!!!” Instantly, in the pleasant garden where the wheelchair youth was located, one potted plant after another shattered, soil flew into the air, and the petals of sacred gardenias withered.
The light in the space flickered on and off, finally plunging into darkness, leaving only a calm, indifferent voice: “Go. Find this maggot and kill him.”
“Yes.”
As Xia Feng kneaded, Freya gritted her molars, her beautiful eyes glaring angrily back at the wicked student, twisting her soft, slender waist.
But her struggles were ultimately futile.
She could only have her pink tongue pulled out by the evil student, her charmingly cold and beautiful face pressed against the light-eye of the Recording Stone, as if her nominal husband were truly staring at her from the other side.
Her nape tingled, and she bit her lip hard, mentally cursing, “Xia Feng, that’s enough! Stop it!”
“Teacher Freya, the first part of the recording has been sent out. Now we need to proceed with the second part of the recording.”
Xia Feng leaned in, kneading unrestrainedly as he thought intently, his tone earnest. “After all, didn’t you say that your husband would not agree to this apology request, nor would he feel extreme shame about this behavior? We still need to proceed to the next step.”
