Font Size
15px

Seeing the two abandon him completely while Chen Ling appeared at the sa ti, despair flooded Zuo Tong's eyes.

But when he noticed Chen Ling ignoring him and chasing after Jing Ge and the other man instead, a flicker of hope reignited in his heart... As long as Chen Ling didn’t kill him, there was still a chance to survive!

Zhao Yi’s gaze lingered on Chen Ling’s retreating figure for a mont before returning to the man beneath him. Zuo Tong was still gritting his teeth, resisting with all his might, his face twisted with desperation.

"Spare ... I beg you, spare !" Zuo Tong’s face was deathly pale. "I didn’t an to kill your father... I, I just... I know I was wrong... Let go, and I’ll give you my spot to enter Aurora City! I swear!"

The quota to enter Aurora City was Zuo Tong’s most prized possession—his only bargaining chip. Getting into Aurora City was important, but if he died here, what use was the quota?

Entry into Aurora City ant survival, a bright future... He refused to believe a re civilian like Zhao Yi could resist such temptation.

Zhao Yi narrowed his eyes. "You want to live?"

"Yes!!"

"Fine." Zhao Yi’s voice was icy. "If you can take thirteen stabs from , I’ll let you go."

With that, Zhao Yi wrenched his hands free and drove the blade down, plunging it into Zuo Tong’s lower abdon!

"That’s the second stab."

Agony arched Zuo Tong’s body like a shrimp. His grip on Zhao Yi’s hands slackened as he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Zhao Yi yanked the knife free, crimson droplets splattering onto Zuo Tong’s body. Before he could react, the blade stabbed beneath his ribs again!

"Third stab!"

Warm blood splashed across Zhao Yi’s face. His eyes were bloodshot—no longer the eyes of a street thug from Frost Street, but those of an avenger from hell.

After several more stabs, Zuo Tong had completely lost the strength to resist. Zhao Yi had deliberately avoided vital spots—even after so many wounds, Zuo Tong wasn’t dead yet, just ghastly pale.

Eighth stab. Ninth stab. Tenth stab. Eleventh stab...

Roaring, Zhao Yi plunged the sa knife that had stolen his father’s life into his enemy’s flesh, over and over. Zuo Tong wailed in tornt, but Zhao Yi didn’t pause. By the ti the blade was pulled out for the twelfth ti, Zuo Tong’s breathing was barely a whisper.

"One... left..." Zuo Tong’s remaining eye pleaded at Zhao Yi. "Spare... ..."

"Spare you?" Zhao Yi panted heavily, raising the knife high. His words were slow, deliberate.

"Tell , bastard... did you spare my father?"

The bloodied knife descended without rcy.

The blade plunged straight into Zuo Tong’s neck. A gush of blood surged out as his windpipe was severed. Zuo Tong’s eyes widened abruptly before his breath ceased entirely.

After delivering the final stab, Zhao Yi seed to lose all strength, collapsing onto the snow beside him. Blood seeped from his wounds, slowly staining the white snow beneath him crimson...

This was Zhao Yi’s first ti killing soone. Aside from the nausea, what overwheld him was the exhilaration of vengeance fulfilled.

Just then, as if rembering sothing, he gritted his teeth and forced himself up from the ground, spitting fiercely onto Zuo Tong’s corpse.

"Go to hell!"

As Zhao Yi turned around, he saw a figure in red already standing calmly beside him.

"Chen Ling... I did it!" Zhao Yi said weakly. "I avenged my father... all thirteen stabs—I paid him back in full!"

Chen Ling didn’t respond. He glanced up at the sky, where no stars shone through the hazy night...

"...Mm." After a long pause, Chen Ling finally withdrew his gaze. "You did well."

Zhao Yi felt he should smile at this mont, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. He stared at the corpse riddled with thirteen stab wounds, lips pressed tightly together, sinking into silence.

All the law enforcers on that train had been hunted down one by one by Chen Ling. Now, walking back along the tracks toward the train, a figure staggered toward him, clutching a steel sword.

"Chen Ling..."

To Chen Ling’s surprise, Xi Renjie had actually freed himself from the sword that had pinned him to the train.

"I told you—you spared once, so I’ll spare you once." Chen Ling watched the pale-faced figure and spoke calmly. "Everyone else is dead. Coming after now is pointless."

Xi Renjie’s eyes swept over the scattered corpses nearby, a trace of bitterness surfacing in his gaze. The mont Chen Ling had nailed him to the train, he had already anticipated this outco.

"Chen Ling... I have one last question for you." Xi Renjie’s voice was hoarse.

"Speak."

"In your eyes... was everything I did a mistake?"

Xi Renjie stared at him, his eyes filled with endless struggle and confusion. Reflected in his pupils were the despairing flas of District Three, the corpses of law enforcers strewn across the ground, and the black railway tracks stretching all the way to Aurora City.

Chen Ling was silent for a long ti before finally answering, "It’s not about right or wrong. We simply stand on different sides."

Hearing this, Xi Renjie instinctively countered, "Then what side are you on? Aurora City? Or the people of District Three?"

"Aurora City, the people—none of it matters to . Who’s right, who’s wrong, how many will die, who deserves to die... It’s all aningless." Chen Ling paused. "Like a play I have no part in. No matter how fiercely you fight among yourselves, the ending of my script remains the sa..."

"To overturn this era and restart the world."

Xi Renjie froze for a mont before letting out a helpless chuckle.

"I almost forgot... you’re from the Twilight Society."

Having gotten the answer he sought, Xi Renjie seed to relax slightly. He took a deep breath and, without another word, turned and walked alone into the thick fog, the bloodstained steel sword in hand.

This ti, there was no train, no accompanying law enforcers... He would have to rely on his own two feet to reach Aurora City.

Just then, Chen Ling’s voice suddenly rang out, "Pass a ssage to Aurora City for ."

Xi Renjie stopped and turned back in confusion.

Clad in red, Chen Ling stood amidst the mist, the corners of his lips curling faintly.

"They want to keep out, but I won’t give them the satisfaction... Tell Aurora City that Chen Ling will pay them a personal visit."

You are reading I Am Not the God of Drama Chapter 143: Thirteen Stabs on novel69. Use the chapter navigation above or below to continue reading the latest translated chapters.
Share with your friends
Library saves books to your account. Reading History saves recent chapters in this browser.
Continuous reading

You may also like

Paragon of Mana cover
Same author

Paragon of Mana

NovelFire ·Fantasy

Ethandied,andwasrebornintoaworldofClasses,Skills,andMana.ReincarnatedasEmberBlackstone,adescendantofaprestigiousfamilyofknights,hebelievedhehadwont...

Reincarnated Cthulhu cover
Similar genre

Reincarnated Cthulhu

감기도령 ·Mystery

19thcenturyEnglandwherethesunneverrises.Rebornthere,Ireceivealetter....Readmore 19thcenturyEnglandwherethesunneverrises.Rebornthere,Ireceivealetter...

Mutated Tao cover
Similar genre

Mutated Tao

Fox Tail Pen ·Mystery

Strangeworld,unusualimmortalsandBuddhas,isittrueorfalse?LiHuowang,whowas...Readmore Strangeworld,unusualimmortalsandBuddhas,isittrueorfalse?LiHuowa...

No reviews yet. Be the first reader to leave one.
Please create an account or sign in to post a comment.