Chapter 459: 459: Worse Than Death [Second Update]
Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Worse Than Death [Second Update]
“Thud!”
The phone call ended, and Tang was stunned for a few seconds, then cursed, “Lunatic!”
He didn’t take Li Xiaoyao’s threat seriously at all. Helping Xiao Ya up, he headed toward the elevator.
In the lobby, Li Xiaoyao hung up the phone and released his psychic power in an instant, covering the entire five-star hotel as he quickly searched for Xiao Ya’s figure.
Cheng Yiyi observed his stern and somewhat angry expression, realizing that something important must have happened. She asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
Found her!
Li Xiaoyao looked at her, trying to make his voice sound gentler as he said, “Wait for me in the lobby; I’ll be back in at most five minutes.”
“Okay, go ahead.” Cheng Yiyi wasn’t the clingy type. She knew how to differentiate between big and small matters. Probing at a time like this would only annoy Li Xiaoyao.
Under the perception of Li Xiaoyao’s psychic power, Xiao Ya was on the top floor of the hotel, being escorted by a young and handsome man toward the elevator while she was unconscious.
Li Xiaoyao took a deep breath, his anger surging sky-high.
The fact that Xiao Ya was unconscious meant she must have been drugged by this man. The thought made Li Xiaoyao’s killing intent skyrocket. If he had arrived just a few hours later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Moving like the wind, Li Xiaoyao dashed for the fire escape, transforming into a beam of light as he shot up to the top floor.
In the span of a few breaths, Li Xiaoyao had reached the top floor. He pushed open the door of the fire escape and appeared in the rooftop bar and restaurant.
The bar and restaurant used transparent glass for its walls, offering a clear view of the beautiful scenery below. Standing in this building over forty floors high, half of Jindu was visible below.
Li Xiaoyao instantly locked onto Tang, took a step and employed a technique to shorten space, appearing behind Tang.
The moment he patted Tang’s shoulder and Tang turned around, seeing a stranger, he asked, “Who are you?”
“Forgot me so soon?” As soon as Li Xiaoyao spoke, his familiar voice caused Tang’s pupils to constrict slightly. He cautiously backed away several steps with Xiao Ya and shouted loudly, “Catch him!”
No sooner had the words fallen than two men appeared from the shadows, reaching towards Li Xiaoyao with their hands.
“Cultivators?” Li Xiaoyao instantly identified that the two men acting abruptly were cultivators and snickered with contempt, sweeping out his right hand like a gust of wind, fast as a fan.
With two sharp smacks, the men’s bodies flew backwards like withering leaves in the wind.
“Damn it!” Cursing, Tang immediately dropped Xiao Ya and sprinted towards the elevator.
Li Xiaoyao caught Xiao Ya and gently placed her on a nearby seat, then casually picked up a wine bottle and threw it at the fleeing Tang.
“Crack!”
The bottle struck Tang’s knee; he let out a painful cry, “Ah!” and collapsed to his knees on the ground.
Li Xiaoyao approached slowly, stopping in front of Tang, his gaze cold.
“Remember what I said?” Li Xiaoyao spoke from above, his tone indifferent.
“What do you want?” Tang’s hands propped against the floor, he kept backing away, his face showing panic.
Li Xiaoyao checked his phone for a moment and said, “Thirteen seconds left.”
“What thirteen seconds?” No sooner had he spoken than Tang realized what Li Xiaoyao meant by one minute.
After one minute, he would kill him.
With that thought, Tang Shao’s body shuddered.
“No, don’t kill me, I can give you money, a lot of money.” Tang Shao had seen his fair share of formidable scenes, and the fact that Li Xiaoyao could easily send his two bodyguards flying showed that he himself was an extremely powerful Cultivator.
As for Tang Shao, he was just an ordinary man. An ordinary man was less than trash in front of a Cultivator.
Despite the many strong Cultivators in Tang Shao’s family background, at this moment, knowing more Cultivators didn’t offer him any practical help.
“Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds…” Li Xiaoyao counted down emotionlessly with each second increasing the immense pressure on Tang Shao.
“I beg you, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me.” Tang Shao kowtowed and begged for mercy, clueless about what else he could do.
This scene drew the attention of many people eating and drinking in the bar and restaurant. Those who could enter a five-star hotel were all people of high status or wielders of power.
They simply regarded this as an exciting spectacle and thought that the two had a dispute, taking Tang Shao’s plea of “don’t kill me” as nothing serious.
This was a civilized society; killing was against the law. Even if there was deep hatred between two parties, one would surely not be foolish enough to commit murder. Because once someone is killed, it changes the situation drastically.
“Time’s up.” Li Xiaoyao pocketed his cell phone, and with a reach of his hand, he had the kneeling Tang Shao clasped in his grip.
This somewhat eerie scene caused the onlookers to be slightly stunned.
Was this magic? With just an extension of his hand, he had a person grasped in it—how did he do that?
Li Xiaoyao, holding Tang Shao by the neck, walked step by step toward the closest window.
Before this pane of glass, a surge of momentum burst forth, instantly shattering the window. Amidst the howling high winds above, dishes and food from the tables were blown onto the floor.
Li Xiaoyao stepped onto the ledge, with Tang Shao’s body now suspended in midair, a hundred meters above ground—should Li Xiaoyao release his grip, Tang Shao would plummet to his death from this height.
Tang Shao, powerless in his body, could only look at Li Xiaoyao with eyes filled with extreme terror, a weak voice squeezing out from between his teeth, “I beg you, don’t kill me.”
“Whoever touches my woman dies,” Li Xiaoyao stated expressionlessly as his hand slowly loosened, and Tang Shao’s body, caught by the fierce wind, quickly descended.
“Ahh!”
The scream of utter terror from Tang Shao came from below but was swiftly drowned out by the raging wind.
After dealing with Tang Shao, Li Xiaoyao turned around.
The guests and waitstaff of the sky restaurant were all looking at him with eyes full of fear. However, when Li Xiaoyao’s gaze swept over them, they all hurriedly avoided eye contact, not daring to meet his look.
Approaching Xiao Ya, who was still unconscious, Li Xiaoyao picked her up, walked towards the elevator, and on his way out, he turned his head, his gaze pinpointing Zheng Bihui’s face and said indifferently, “If all the Zheng Family’s assets haven’t been transferred to the Xiao Family by tonight, I will show you what it means to wish for death over life.”
A naked threat.
Yet Zheng Bihui’s heart was filled with nothing but fear, not daring even a hint of resistance.
In the face of Li Xiaoyao’s powerful presence, which felt overwhelmingly crushing to the spirit, any form of resistance was futile.
“Ding!”
The elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors opened, Li Xiaoyao carrying Xiao Ya, stepped out of the elevator.
The hotel lobby was in chaos. Many people were running outside, and the noisy discussion was non-stop, all about the man who had just died after falling from a great height.
Li Xiaoyao gave Cheng Yiyi, who was waiting in the lobby, a nod in greeting and then proceeded to walk out of the hotel.
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