Chapter 884: Eradicate Completely

Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Eradicate Completely

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Fein’s face was dull. He was well aware of Lang Mu’s strength, but he never expected Lang Mu to be as fragile as a paper figure in the opponent’s hands—completely defenseless. How could this be possible!

"How could this happen?" Fein’s face turned pale, his lips trembling. He had thought that even if Lang Mu wasn’t on par with the opponent, the gap between them couldn’t be so enormous!

Ling Feng walked toward Fein. "If your confidence comes from this guy that I just sent flying, then I regret to tell you—you’re out of luck!"

Fein couldn’t help but step back. "No, you can’t hurt me! I’m the successor of the Morgan family! If you harm me, the Morgan family will never let you go!"

With a loud bang, Ling Feng kicked Fein in the abdomen, sending him crashing to the ground. If Ling Feng hadn’t held back his strength, that kick alone would have sent Fein straight to Heaven.

Ugh! Fein retched, feeling as if his internal organs had been crushed, while blood continued to spill from his mouth as he coughed.

"Please, let me go!" Fein pleaded, terror written all over his face. The pride and confidence he had in his family background vanished completely in this instant. He could feel Ling Feng’s intent to kill—an unabashed, chilling intent!

𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Fein begged, "Master, didn’t you say you wanted me to run naked? I’ll do it right now, how about that?"

Ling Feng looked down at Fein with disdain. "Feeling cooperative now, are you? Unfortunately, it’s too late! Let me be clear—when you said those humiliating words to my woman, you already earned a death sentence in my mind. Today, no matter how hard you beg, I won’t spare you. That earlier condition—was just to humiliate you!"

"You..." Despair washed over Fein’s face. His gaze shifted to Catherine, and he begged hoarsely, "Miss Catherine, I’m begging you—save me! I just wanted to cooperate with you! I’ve offended you before. I’m a beast, not a human! As long as you let me go, I’ll agree to whatever you want!"

Saying this, Fein endured the agony as he dropped to his knees and began slapping himself repeatedly. The crisp sound of each slap indicated the force behind it.

Catherine’s face flickered with hesitation. Though she felt no pity for Fein, she wondered whether killing him might bring trouble to the Divine Gate, or even Ling Feng. After all, Fein was the second-in-line successor to the Morgan family, a force to be reckoned with.

Before Catherine could speak, Ling Feng sneered. "Those slaps sound pretty loud, huh? But do you think playing your little pity card will make me spare you?"

"However... I won’t kill you outright either. I’ll leave you with a sliver of hope. Whether you can seize it depends on your own luck!" With that, Ling Feng grabbed Fein by his collar and tossed him out of the window.

With a terrifying scream, Fein’s body plummeted into the icy sea below.

"Help! I can’t swim!" Fein flailed in the water, the freezing, bone-chilling seawater pouring into his mouth and soon submerging him.

"Hmm? Did someone just fall into the water? I thought I heard screaming?" someone on the deck asked curiously.

"Fall into the water? No way... Wait, someone did fall in!" Another person spotted Fein struggling in the sea. "Hey, isn’t that Young Master Fein?!"

"Quick, deploy the speedboat!" Chaos erupted on the deck instantly. If Young Master Fein drowned, everyone on the ship would surely pay the price!

Catherine walked up to Ling Feng, watching as Fein thrashed in the distance. She sighed helplessly. "Ling Feng, are you really going to kill him? He’s the successor of the Morgan family... what if...?"

"A dead successor is completely irrelevant," Ling Feng said indifferently. "What’s more, he’s only the second-in-line successor. I imagine his death would please the first-in-line choice. Besides, Fein has a cunning mind and an extraordinary ability to endure humiliation. If he survives, I guarantee the Divine Gate will face a formidable enemy in the future. I won’t let that happen."

Ling Feng looked toward the struggling Fein in the water. "The only way to prevent future troubles is to eliminate him before he gains power! As for whether the Morgan family will take revenge, that will depend on their decision. If they don’t play smart, I won’t mind erasing the Morgan family from existence."

Ling Feng, known as the Blood-Handed Asura and the mastermind behind countless atrocities in the Underworld, was never a kind-hearted man. Since leaving Huaxia, the bloodlust in his nature had fully awakened.

"What if he gets saved?" Catherine asked, glancing at the speedboat that was already set afloat.

Ling Feng looked out toward the sea. "Too late. There aren’t any Demi-God Domain experts on this ship now. No one can save Fein."

As he spoke, a massive shadow appeared near Fein in the sea.

The blood leaking from Fein had spread through the water, attracting a swarm of sharks.

"Help me! Save me!" Fein shouted as he struggled with all his might, spotting the dark shapes intruding upon his vision.

"Young Master, we’re almost there!" a black-clad man on the speedboat shouted urgently. "Move faster! Hurry up!"

"Ah!" Before the rescuers could reach him, the sharks were already upon Fein. His screams echoed as shark teeth tore into his flesh, and blood pooled across the sea’s surface.

Ling Feng smirked coldly. He had already sensed the nearby shark swarm before throwing Fein out, ensuring there was no possibility of survival.

"Let’s go. Fein’s already done for." Ling Feng wrapped his arm around Catherine’s waist, saying, "Our plane’s still waiting on Heaven Island."

Suddenly, an eerie and low sound reverberated, distant yet vast—seemingly from the skies or deep within the ocean.

"Hmm?" Ling Feng halted, his expression shifting somewhat strangely.

Seeing Ling Feng’s reaction, Catherine asked, "What’s happening?"

Ling Feng grinned. "Looks like something interesting is about to unfold. Let’s delay our departure and enjoy the show."

As the sound spread, the sharks surrounding Fein retreated swiftly, as though spooked, abandoning their fresh prey in their panic.

Fein, now missing a leg, waved his arms desperately toward the rescuers. Though pain tore through him, relief filled his heart—he had managed to survive the shark attack, even at the cost of a limb. What did that matter?