Chapter 1196 - 1263: Utter Annihilation

Shen Ming was bold. Others didn’t dare to ask, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Grandpa, did something happen?"

"Yes!" The old man said nonchalantly, "Last night, the Provincial Rescue Center captured many people from the Southern Border, and many among them were involved in the murder of Meng Fan."

The dining room suddenly plunged into silence, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe. They all knew that Meng Fan’s death was because of Shen Yu!

Shen Yu, groomed as the heir of the Shen Family, had now become the family’s disgrace.

No one spoke, no one ate, but Old Leader Shen continued to eat his porridge naturally. After putting down the empty bowl, he looked at his eldest son, whose face was ashen.

"How long do you plan to delay?" His aged voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

The others were even more frightened, not daring to move a muscle, not even to exchange glances.

"I’ll go after I finish eating." Father Shen had been procrastinating, avoiding visiting Shen Yu, because the moment he saw Shen Yu would be the moment his son died.

As a father, he couldn’t bear it.

"You still have the heart to eat?" Old Leader Shen slammed his hand on the table, "The sword is hanging over your head, yet you still have the heart to eat."

Father Shen awkwardly stood up, "I’m going right now."

"Go!" Old Leader Shen’s tone softened slightly.

Father Shen, with his assistant, headed directly to the prison where Shen Yu was detained. Since Shen Yu’s arrest, to clear the family’s name, he hadn’t visited him once, even when Shen Yu was transferred, he refrained from visiting.

Unexpectedly, he finally came, indeed personally sending his son down Huangquan Road.

"Leader, please come in." The warden personally led Father Shen inside.

Through the iron bars, he saw Shen Yu, with heavy ankle cuffs and handcuffs, standing opposite. His head was shaved, eyes sunken, his entire body emaciated like an old man.

Father Shen’s eyes involuntarily welled up.

"You leave first, I want to speak with the prisoner alone."

"Yes!" The warden stepped out.

Father Shen stood outside, silently watching Shen Yu. The father and son looked at each other for a long time without speaking. Inside, Shen Yu shook his head, his expression dazed; he was no longer the Shen Yu of before.

"You’ve... come." Shen Yu’s voice was hoarse, like sand clashing with something sharp.

Rough, jarring.

Father Shen held onto the bars, knowing his son was beyond redemption, but seeing him tormented so was still unbearable.

"I’ve come to send you on your final journey," Father Shen said, grief-stricken.

"That’s good! I’ve been waiting for you."

Hearing Shen Yu’s words, Father Shen sighed, "It’s all retribution! It’s retribution."

Shen Yu said nothing, struggling to pull out an expression, his entire face already numb.

"Do you regret it? Do you regret the mistakes you made?" Father Shen asked.

The air stagnated for minutes, Father Shen staring hard at him. If his son said he regretted it, repented, he wouldn’t make him die; he would risk everything, even his life, to save his son.

Even if he couldn’t save him, he would make his life a little better, protect him from the torment of the Meng Family.

Father Shen waited a long time, long enough to think his son wouldn’t answer, then Shen Yu slowly said, "I’ve never regretted letting Meng Fan die."

He regretted collaborating with Scarface, shaming the family. Making the Shen Family the subject of ridicule because of him, a disgrace. That was something Shen Yu couldn’t accept; he was too prideful.

Wasn’t the first thought of letting Meng Fan die born out of pride?

Father Shen staggered, putting away the last bit of pity in his eyes. He took out a thin razor blade from his body and handed it in, "Use this to end yourself."

Shen Yu took it with trembling hands, "Is Grandpa back?" Without him, no one could be so ruthless.

"He wouldn’t want to hear you call him Grandpa." It’s the old man’s disgrace.

"Is my mother dead?"

"Yes!" Father Shen nodded heavily, not questioning how he knew this while in prison.

"As her son, I wasn’t able to see her off. I want to visit her grave and pay my respects."

No matter how detestable Dong Shuhua was, she was always good to her son. But Shen Yu’s wish to visit Dong Shuhua’s grave was definitely not out of gratitude! But Father Shen, being kind-hearted, couldn’t understand the twisted human nature.

Hearing Shen Yu’s request, he briefly considered, thinking it filial, despite knowing it wasn’t against the rules, he still agreed.

"Alright! I’ll have someone take you."

Shen Yu stood inside, silently laughed, a smile eerie and terrifying.

*****

In a tea house near the Rescue Center courtyard, Li Xia paced anxiously back and forth, unable to soothe her inner agitation. She and Ruan had a communication code, and each day a report would be slipped in, but today there was none.

Now, it was an hour late. Ruan, meticulous in his work, hadn’t missed a day, never late.

Something must have gone wrong.

"What’s wrong?" Su Yun noticed Li Xia’s obvious unease, "Do you want to go out?" She also felt something strange, like how Li Xia never went out; at least she had never seen her go out under her watchful eye.

She was afraid of being caught and didn’t dare to step out; what was her reason?

"Why don’t you go out?" Su Yun’s eyes suddenly widened.

Li Xia stopped, her eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked at her. In the depths of her eyes, which Su Yun couldn’t see, murderous intent surged. If she discovered it, she would have to painfully destroy this pawn.

"Do you not go out because you’re afraid your ex’s relatives will find you?"

Li Xia quietly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Yes! They won’t let me go; they want me to be buried with him."

"Oh my God!" Su Yun covered her mouth in horror, "In this day and age? How can this feudal superstitious nonsense still exist?"

"They don’t want me to live well, wishing I were dead!" Saying this, the smile on Li Xia’s lips was cold and terrifying, even with a hint of madness.

Ruan’s message didn’t come through, indicating not only he had an accident, but also the sixty-seven subordinates who had just entered the country a few days ago must have met trouble. Living Yama intended to drive her to despair!

Was her heart too soft? Wanting to take her time, but someone took decisive action instead.

A sudden strike left her utterly defeated.

Just then, the tea house door was pushed open, and Sinong walked in, visibly excited. The two exchanged a look, and Li Xia nodded, Sinong returned to her room first.