Super Soldier in Campus-Chapter 770 - 775: Astonishing Sword_1

Right now, I desperately want to cry. It’s not that I’m being cowardly, although I’m indeed feeling very miserable. At this moment, the reason I want to cry is because this position, being hung up with my hands behind me, is too uncomfortable...

My hands have become numb, and my entire body feels as though the blood has solidified within it. My ears are buzzing as if wind is rushing through them, my brain seems incapable of thinking, and even the people I see are blurry...

"Long Xiaoyun..."

Standing not far in front of Long Xiaoyun, Chen Qingyun had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked at Long Xiaoyun with a cold smirk and said lightly, "You know my patience has always been short. Think carefully before you answer... I said, Lord Dragon only has you as his son. If he knew you were in my hands, would he really not care? I don’t believe it... So, I guess you must have a way to contact Lord Dragon, am I right?"

Chen Qingyun’s tone was indifferent, as though he didn’t care about Long Xiaoyun’s response. However, the anxiety in his eyes completely betrayed his mood. In fact, Chen Qingyun was very anxious now.

After all, more than six hours had passed since Chen Qingyun captured Long Xiaoyun. During these six hours, all the necessary beatings had been administered. Long Xiaoyun, however, remained tight-lipped, insisting he couldn’t locate Lord Dragon, which annoyed Chen Qingyun immensely.

Since Long Xiaoyun couldn’t be kept alive, Chen Qingyun planned to leave him forever in this dilapidated house in the abandoned quarry. Naturally, he didn’t want to waste time with Long Xiaoyun. But the fact was, no matter how he tried, Chen Qingyun couldn’t resolve the situation quickly. Moreover, Long Xiaoyun was on the verge of fainting and was not fully conscious.

In response to Chen Qingyun’s question, Long Xiaoyun surprisingly showed no reaction at all.

"MotherfXXXer, you dare to ignore Brother Qingyun’s question? Are you seeking death?" A bootlicker beside Chen Qingyun, seeing Long Xiaoyun unresponsive, couldn’t help but get angry and was about to hit Long Xiaoyun’s soft stomach again. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Hey... you there, wait a minute," Chen Qingyun spoke up, stopping him.

"Brother Qingyun, what are your orders?" the ruffian preparing to strike asked nervously, looking at Chen Qingyun with a fawning smile.

"Stop beating him. If you continue, he’ll lose consciousness, and we won’t get anything out of him," Chen Qingyun said lightly. "Go get a bottle of water and splash it on him."

"Oh, oh..." Hearing Chen Qingyun’s instruction, the brawny man grabbed a half-empty bottle of mineral water from a nearby associate and haphazardly splashed it on Long Xiaoyun’s face, shouting, "Wake up!"

Feeling a chill on his face, Long Xiaoyun finally managed to open his eyes with difficulty. He looked weakly at Chen Qingyun and said softly, "Chen Qingyun, I really don’t know what you’re asking about..."

Upon hearing Long Xiaoyun’s reply, Chen Qingyun couldn’t help but get annoyed. His expression flickered a few times. He stopped arguing with Long Xiaoyun and pulled a pistol from his waist. With a CLICK, he loaded it in front of Long Xiaoyun, pointed the muzzle at his head, and sneered, "Young Master Dragon, you really have backbone, holding out until now. What if I said I believe you... and I’m ready to kill you directly? I wonder if Young Master Dragon is ready to change his mind then?"

As he spoke, Chen Qingyun’s index finger slightly tightened on the trigger.

Suddenly having a gun pointed at his head, Long Xiaoyun looked flustered. He struggled futilely, realizing it was useless. He could only growl helplessly, "I honestly don’t know! Why would you want to kill me? Chen Qingyun, after all, we grew up playing together. How can you be so cruel?"

Hearing Long Xiaoyun’s final struggle, a cold smile appeared on Chen Qingyun’s face. "Long Xiaoyun, you’re right. You grew up with me, and we were even known as the ’Twin Clouds of Qingzi Sect.’ However, you’ve misunderstood something. You didn’t play *with* me since we were kids; *I* played *with you*. Just like my dad played your old man for a fool, your Long Family is just a plaything for our Chen Family. Lord Dragon couldn’t compete with my dad, and you can’t compete with me... Haha..."

Long Xiaoyun turned pale, then ashen with anger at Chen Qingyun’s words but couldn’t refute anything. This time, Long Shaotian and the Long Family had indeed been thoroughly defeated.

"Alright..." Chen Qingyun suddenly said lightly. "Long Xiaoyun, I believe you. We’ve grown up together since childhood, and I know your bones aren’t hard enough to keep a secret this long. If you can hold out until now without talking, it can only mean you genuinely don’t know Lord Dragon’s whereabouts. If that’s the case, there’s no use in keeping you around!"

Long Xiaoyun’s eyes suddenly widened. He saw Chen Qingyun’s index finger on the trigger slowly tightening...

Am I really going to die... Is my life destined to be so short-lived?

At the moment I feel like I’m going to die, my frantic mind has lost its fear. I only feel lost; the memories of my decadent and absurd life over twenty-odd years formed no meaningful images in my mind...

I can only think of a few people’s names: Long Shaotian, Yan Su, Lin Feng, Zhou Yang...

You all said you would protect me, right? Why haven’t you appeared yet...

"Goodbye, Long Xiaoyun..." With a cold laugh, Chen Qingyun finally steeled his heart and pulled the trigger forcefully.

Unable to help it, Long Xiaoyun closed his eyes, ready to accept the final moment.

WHOOSH!

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly assaulted Long Xiaoyun’s eardrums, nearly deafening him.

Long Xiaoyun subconsciously widened his eyes. He vaguely saw a shadow shoot in from the dilapidated house’s doorway and instantly fly out through a window on the other side. He couldn’t quite make out what it was.

Then, Long Xiaoyun clearly saw Chen Qingyun’s right hand, the one holding the gun, suddenly severed at the wrist and sent flying before Chen Qingyun could even react.

What surprised Long Xiaoyun even more was that, despite his hand being gone, Chen Qingyun’s face remained blank, as if he hadn’t registered the pain yet.

"What was that?" Chen Qingyun turned his head in shock towards the doorway, a hint of panic in his voice.

The dozen or so other members of the Qingzi Sect in the ruined house also quickly drew their weapons, warily looking towards the doorway. But outside, it remained eerily quiet, with no sign of unusual movement. A gentle breeze rustled the grass under the setting sun, as if nothing had happened.

"There seems to be no one..." The henchman who had wanted to beat Long Xiaoyun earlier shook his head doubtfully and said to Chen Qingyun. Then, his eyes suddenly widened as if he’d seen a ghost. Pointing at Chen Qingyun’s right arm, he stammered in panic, "Boss, your—your hand..."

"What’s wrong with my hand? Can’t you be a bit quicker on the uptake and spit it out?" Chen Qingyun scolded his subordinate, then looked down at his own right hand. It seems like something is really off, how come my right arm feels so light...