Chapter 230: Deadly Fight in the Secret Room

The young monk stared at Liu Hong, his eyes bloodshot.

Liu Hong yanked Yuwen’s hair, lifting her head up. He slapped her face with one hand. “Tell your son, what are you?”

“I’m a bitch! A whore!” Yuwen said blankly.

“Haha, you slut, I really want to screw you to death!” Liu Hong threw Yuwen aside and said to the young monk, “See that? This is the mother you miss day and night.” He stood up. “Enough talk. You came here to die today, don’t blame me!”

He picked up a knife and habitually reached for the young monk’s hair, but there was none to grab. “Damn it, not a single hair.”

The young monk glared at him fiercely, suddenly biting Liu Hong’s left hand at the base of the thumb.

Liu Hong screamed, dropping the knife and slapping the young monk several times until he let go.

Tears welled up in Liu Hong’s eyes as he looked at the bleeding bite marks on his hand. Enraged, he kicked the young monk to the ground, cursing, “You troublesome brat, how am I supposed to… explain this… to the police?”

The young monk endured silently, not crying or shouting. It was the only dignity he had left.

Yuwen bit her lip as she watched the young monk being beaten. Suddenly, she ran over and grabbed Liu Hong’s arm without a word.

Liu Hong looked shocked, as if betrayed. “What are you doing? Sympathizing with your son?”

Yuwen didn’t speak, stubbornly holding his arm.

Liu Hong backhanded her to the ground. “Women are all like this, can’t lay a hand on their own sons?”

Liu Hong rubbed his bitten hand, cursing, as he picked up the knife and stepped on the young monk.

In his moment of impending doom, the young monk saw tears streaming down Yuwen’s face as she knelt on the ground. This gave him a glimmer of hope. “Mom, save me!” he cried out.

Before he could call out again, Liu Hong kicked him in the mouth, filling it with blood. The shiny knife hovered above his head.

Just as Liu Hong was about to stab, there was a frantic knocking at the door. Liu Hong cursed his luck, covering the young monk’s mouth and stuffing a rag into it from his pocket.

He motioned frantically at Yuwen. “Hide! Quick!”

Outside, Lin Dongxue knocked a few times, but there was no answer. “Seems like no one’s here,” she said to Chen Shi.

“Wait.” Chen Shi looked around. It was a basement, likely used as a storage room, with no one around and poor lighting.

Chen Shi deliberately spoke loudly, “Let’s leave!”

Then he kicked the door, but it didn’t budge. Lin Dongxue whispered, “Hey, don’t do that.”

“Someone’s been in here!” Chen Shi was sure and kept kicking the door.

It seemed reinforced, but after three kicks, it opened. The room was dark, filled with building materials, lit only by a single candle. This struck Chen Shi as very strange.

Navigating through the makeshift “corridor” of materials, they saw the young monk lying on the ground, dirty and blood-stained, his eyes wide open.

Lin Dongxue’s heart skipped a beat. When she saw him blink, she relaxed. They had arrived in time.

Lin Dongxue quickly removed the rag from his mouth. The young monk shouted, “Behind you!”

Before she could turn, something heavy struck her shoulder, and she was kicked hard.

Liu Hong leaped from the pile of materials, raising an iron rod to smash Lin Dongxue’s head. From Chen Shi’s perspective, it was clear. Without thinking, he lunged forward, tackling Liu Hong against the wall.

Liu Hong elbowed Chen Shi’s back a few times, his strength making Chen Shi see stars.

Chen Shi’s grip loosened slightly, and Liu Hong immediately pulled out a knife from behind, stabbing Chen Shi in the abdomen.

Feeling the blade, Chen Shi grabbed it with his hand, a burning pain searing through his palm.

Lin Dongxue struggled to get up, sensing someone in front of her. She instinctively dodged, and a knife narrowly missed her nose.

Looking up, she saw a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair holding the knife. Could she be Yuwen, missing for thirteen years?

With the young monk between them, fearing she might hurt him, Lin Dongxue ran towards the side of the materials. Yuwen chased her with the knife, exuding a murderous aura.

Chen Shi lifted his head, meeting Liu Hong’s gaze. Liu Hong sneered, “Doesn’t matter how many come, they all die!”

Chen Shi headbutted Liu Hong’s nose, making him scream. Using all his strength, Liu Hong shoved Chen Shi away, pulling the knife from his hand, leaving a deep, long gash.

With a bang, the door slammed shut. Chen Shi’s first thought was to drag the young monk to safety.

A muffled sound came from the side. Lin Dongxue had kicked Yuwen to the ground. Seeing this, Yuwen swung the knife wildly at Chen Shi.

Chen Shi pulled the young monk aside, dodging Yuwen’s uncoordinated attacks. She screamed wildly, forcing Chen Shi to evade.

Seizing an opportunity, Liu Hong grabbed the young monk, holding a knife to his neck. “Don’t move!”

Damn it!

Chen Shi thought, this is the worst possible scenario.

Lin Dongxue arrived, seeing the scene, she didn’t dare act rashly. Liu Hong pointed the knife at them. “One more step, and I kill him!”

Chen Shi said, “Liu Hong, are you stupid? We don’t have direct evidence against you. Are you going to kill someone in front of us?”

For a moment, hesitation flashed in Liu Hong’s eyes. The young monk shouted, “Don’t worry about me! If I don’t go to hell, who will?”

“Ha, quite selfless. Shout that again!”

“Ah!!”

The young monk screamed as Liu Hong’s knife stabbed into his shoulder. To increase the pain, he twisted it.

Yuwen watched in tears.

Holding the young monk, Liu Hong retreated to the door, shouting at Yuwen, “Open the door! Open it, you bitch!”

Yuwen didn’t move, her hair covering her face, hiding her expression.

Lin Dongxue had a bad feeling.

Chen Shi slowly took a few steps forward. Liu Hong noticed, pointing the knife at him. “Stop, another step…”

Liu Hong’s body trembled, his eyes bulging. Everyone was shocked to see Yuwen’s knife plunged into his side. She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t hurt my son!”