Chapter 86 - 83 Torture
The blood trace extended forward, eventually stopping at the mouth of an alleyway.
The black-clad figure had stopped running.
There he leaned against the wall, clutching his blood-drench amputated arm, surrounded by a group of armor-clad infantrymen—trapped with no hope of escape.
Leading the infantrymen was none other than Wen Yudong.
At that moment, he was fully armed, standing tall on his horse, fixing a deadly gaze on the black-clad man, and shouted, "Stop struggling. If you surrender now, I can give you a way to live."
The man in black, gasping for air, with eyes wild with madness, suddenly threw back his head and let out three boisterous laughs, before retorting furiously, "A way to live? How laughable! You servant dogs of the nobility, when have you ever offered us a way to survive? You oppress the common people, revel in your power over them, but when you’re gorging and enjoying yourselves, do you have any idea how many people are starving to death outside the city walls?"
Wen Yudong’s face darkened as he snapped back, "Just a vagabond of Jianghu, you fancy yourself as a righteous hero, inflating your own worth. You claim to fight for the people, yet all you do is murder and arson. Don’t push your luck. This is your last chance, will you surrender or not?"
"Ha ha ha!"
The black-clad man released his left arm, allowing blood to spurt forth freely, and bellowed, "What is there to enjoy in life or to fear in death for a true man? Come on, if I even frown, I’m your grandson!"
"You’re courting death!" Wen Yudong suddenly exerted force in his legs, leaping high from the horseback, soaring towards the man in black.
The man in black took a deep breath, sliding his feet around; his figure immediately became elusive as his left arm swelled, mustering the strength for a palm strike.