Chapter 366: The Pristine Flower Stained Crimson in Its Sway

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...... The woman's gentle demeanor sent chills down Gao Bing's spine. Yet she dared not disobey. She could only force herself to gulp down the liver congee from the bowl on the floor. Seeing the girl finish every last drop of her "preparation," Fu Yun smiled faintly and casually remarked, "How does your brother taste?" The words struck Gao Bing like a physical blow. She froze, then immediately began retching violently. Fu Yun's laughter echoed, laced with a haunting allure. "No need to curse me or wish me to hell—I already hail from there." "Even if your entire Gao family descends into damnation, it merely means transferring from one realm under my control to another." Rising gracefully, Fu Yun continued, "My stance remains unchanged—I never thought much of your brother before, and I still don't." "As for you..." Her gentle eyes turned glacial. "Do you wish to live?" Gao Bing looked up with mocking defiance. "Would you let me?" Given this woman's methods, survival seemed unlikely. Fu Yun loomed over her. "Beg. Beg me for your life." Anyone could spout brave words in the heat of emotion. But after experiencing true terror, only cold rationality remained. After all, a wretched life still trumped a noble death. She was the Third Young Mistress of the Gao family! Her future shone bright with promise! Survival meant retaining everything! With these thoughts, Gao Bing crawled forward on her knees. Humiliation burned in her eyes as she choked out, "I beg..." The moment the word left her lips, Fu Yun's gaze filled with utter disdain. A hand lashed out— —piercing clean through flesh. The pale hand emerged clutching a still-beating heart. Fu Yun drew it close to her face, Allowing Gao Bing to witness her own lifeblood draining away in exquisite detail. The rapid breaths against her skin gradually weakened. For a fleeting instant, Fu Yun savored the moment. "The mighty brought low—such fleeting pleasure," she mused. "Pity it never lasts, nor is it what I truly seek." "How I wish you'd possessed the power to crush me instead." "Once, my greatest desire was for this world to grant my mediocrity some crude definition." "Now, I crave only an insurmountable peak—something to make my stagnant existence resonate, if just for an instant." "Death is artistry perfected—each life a unique masterpiece." "I too shall demonstrate my elegance. Mortality is but a doorway—art alone endures." "How I envy your meaningful demise. May I soon follow your path to craft my personal hell." *Squelch!* Her fingers clenched, pulping the heart in a crimson explosion. Mad yet measured laughter harmonized with the rising musical accompaniment, Creating an atmosphere both grotesque and mesmerizing. Behind plastic-wrapped walls, Fu Yun danced barefoot through gore, Each step blooming scarlet petals across the floor. Her voluptuous figure moved with such grace that no vulgar thought could arise— Only the tragic beauty of an alpine flower gradually staining itself crimson. This was artistry in motion. This was the Most Violent Victory's feeding ground. The scene pulled back, Finally resting on a long-unused employee badge by the door: [ele (elegant) Lead Designer - Fu Yun] —— Meanwhile, at Green Vine Airport, Lu Ding stepped off the plane to find no welcoming party. After scanning the area, He lit a cigarette by a trash bin. Wutian inhaled the secondhand smoke beside him. "Seems Green Vine isn't rolling out the red carpet." "Don't care about formalities—we're here to work, not socialize," Lu Ding replied. "But no intel handoff? That's unexpected." Local knowledge was paramount for investigations. No briefing meant operating blind. He understood this was Green Vine's silent protest against Lingshun— The Most Violent Victory incident had wreaked havoc here. While civilians could be pacified, Every Qi Refiner in Green Vine now slept with one eye open. Officially, Lu Ding was a Lingshun special envoy. Details remained classified—what kind of investigator broadcasts their identity? Tip off the targets, and they'd vanish like smoke. But deliberately withholding cooperation? That rubbed him the wrong way. Stubbing out his cigarette, Lu Ding texted Yan Feifan: [Feifan, draft a complaint. Green Vine 749 refuses coordination, impeding investigation.] Understanding didn't equate to tolerance. As if he wasn't here cleaning up their mess already. Who did they think they were? Yan Feifan responded instantly: [Understood, Boss Lu. Drafting now. Send additions as needed—I'll submit immediately upon your confirmation.] Tucking away his phone, Lu Ding growled, "Let's head straight to the Gao estate. If Green Vine wants to be difficult, we'll bypass them entirely." They hailed a taxi toward the Gao family compound. —— At that very moment, in the rear mountains of the Gao estate, Gao Zhiyu—chairman of Gao Corporation—bludgeoned a buried man's exposed head with a golf club. The relentless strikes reduced flesh to pulp. A voice thundered: "Gao Zhiyu! Enough!!" The protest came from Meng Chang, senior investigator of Green Vine 749. His mission: convince Gao to rescind the massive bounty on the killer(s). With 749 failing to produce results, The Gao family had posted astronomical rewards— Turning Green Vine into a circus and making 749 look incompetent. Gao Zhiyu whirled around, face contorted with rage. "ENOUGH?! MY FAMILY'S BEEN BUTCHERED AND YOU SAY ENOUGH?!" "Sixty years I've weathered storms to elevate Gao Village into Gao Corporation!" he roared. "I DON'T KNOW THE MEANING OF 'ENOUGH'!" He jabbed the club at the buried man. "THIS WRETCH TOOK MY RESOURCES AND SWORE HE'D DELIVER THE KILLER IN A WEEK!" "A week became fifteen days—fifteen days became a month! Not even a GODDAMN SHADOW TO SHOW FOR IT!" "AND YOU DARE TELL ME TO STOP?!" The golf club slammed into earth like a judge's gavel. "Don't waste breath asking me to cancel the bounty," Gao Zhiyu hissed. "How long has this gone on? WHAT HAS 749 ACCOMPLISHED?" "ANSWER ME THAT!" "MY FAMILY'S DEAD DEMAND JUSTICE!"

Chapter 366: The Pristine Flower Stained Crimson in Its Sway

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