Chapter 327 : The Final Battle (5)
"Put a cloth in his mouth," Xie Jianshen ordered Head Servant Zhou. "I don’t want him to wake Little Yu up with his senseless screaming."
Head Servant Zhou moved quickly and efficiently. The moment Liu Wenyuan attempted to let out another piercing scream, the head servant promptly jammed a rolled piece of cloth into his mouth, effectively stifling his vocal cords.
Despite being rendered voiceless, Liu Wenyuan’s tears continued to flow freely, soaking the fabric that muffled his distress.
Xie Jianshen’s imposing figure loomed over Liu Wenyuan, casting a long, ominous shadow that stretched across the courtyard. The sight of Xie Jianshen kneeling before him, not as an act of supplication but as a prelude to an impending storm, sent a shiver down Liu Wenyuan’s spine.
Liu Wenyuan perceived Xie Jianshen not as a fellow omega but as an embodiment of retribution, a harbinger of doom.
Despite his broken arm, he still tried to crawl away with what remaining intact limbs he had. Xie Jianshen let him crawl for a few seconds before he gave chase. With a series of deliberate and calculated movements, Xie Jianshen raised his foot, aiming it directly at one of Liu Wenyuan’s thighs.
Xie Jianshen’s boot descended upon Liu Wenyuan like a hammer striking an anvil, the mighty blow sending a shockwave of pain reverberating through Liu Wenyuan’s body. The unrelenting force crushed the bones in Liu Wenyuan’s leg with a sickening crunch.
Liu Wenyuan’s stifled cry echoed through the courtyard, followed by a heart-wrenching sob that pierced the stillness of the air. His face contorted in agony, his eyes squeezed shut as tears continued streaming down his cheeks like two streams of a waterfall.
His silent plea for mercy failed to impress Xie Jianshen, who did not have a single drop of mercy left for the omega at his feet.
"Little Yu is a gentle soul, much like our mother," Xie Jianshen remarked. "I, thankfully, am not."
Xie Jianshen knelt on one knee next to Liu Wenyuan’s quivering body.