"You... aren't you poisoned!"
Yu Fenghua never expected me to show no signs of poisoning. Her once arrogant expression was now filled with terror, her body trembling uncontrollably. She shakily pointed a finger at me.
I snorted and flung the Mandara fruit from my sleeve onto the ground.
"You thought you were the only one who knew such tricks?"
Yu Fenghua's expression was as wonderfully dramatic as I had envisioned. It was precisely this despair, falling from the peak to the bottom, that was the true climax of a good show!
The roles of hunter and prey had completely reversed!
I walked towards her step by step.
"No... don't come closer!"
Yu Fenghua struggled to scoot backward, her obviously fractured and deformed left hand dragging a trail of blood.
The plump woman, who had been fawning over Yu Fenghua earlier, was now covered in cold sweat, wishing she could dig a hole in the ground to hide from my gaze.
I sneered, "Now it's your turn. Tell me, what's a more miserable death than your husband's?"
Yu Fenghua met my icy stare, cold sweat streaming down her forehead.
"Brother Ye, don't... don't do it. It's all a misunderstanding. I was just trying to play a joke on you."
Yu Fenghua's eyes darted around, still trying to fob me off.
"A joke? Fine, then I'll have a good laugh with you!"
I walked up to Yu Fenghua with a cold smile and stepped on her injured left hand, crushing it with force.
"Ah!!!!"
The pain that shot through her ten fingers rendered Yu Fenghua speechless. She contorted her body, groaning in agony.
Only when I saw Yu Fenghua pass out from the pain did I slowly lift my foot, squat down, and slap her hard twice, waking her from unconsciousness.
"Brother Ye, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me this once. I'll be your ox or horse, your servant or maid, without a single complaint from now on!"
After waking up, Yu Fenghua pleaded with me incessantly. She painfully rolled over and kowtowed to me on the ground until her forehead was covered in blood.
Why didn't you think of this earlier?
Now you know to beg for mercy, it's too late!
If I hadn't been vigilant enough, I would probably be dead by your hand by now!
"Tell me, if you had truly poisoned me, would you have let me go if I had begged you like this?"
I chuckled and used my knife to draw across Yu Fenghua's blood-soaked face twice.
"Don't worry, I'll send you to keep the Glasses Man company!"
I raised the knife, took a fierce swing, and brought it down!
I had initially wanted to torture this villain who had ambushed me. But seeing her pathetic state, my interest waned. I just wanted to end her quickly and return to Shangguan Yao and the others.
Yu Fenghua's eyes widened in terror. Perhaps it was a sudden surge of adrenaline in the face of death. Despite her severe injuries, she managed to flip herself over and dodge the fatal blow!
However, the sharp alloy blade still sliced across her shoulder and down to her ribs, leaving a huge, gruesome wound.
Yu Fenghua wailed in pain like a pig being slaughtered during Chinese New Year.
"Tsk, why did you have to move? One stab would have sent you to meet your husband. Struggling will only make it more painful."
I felt no sympathy for Yu Fenghua's miserable state.
If it were the old me, I would never have been so heartless as to kill someone with my own hands. But here, on this nameless island, the prolonged life-or-death struggles had taught me a lesson.
In a life-or-death struggle, you can only truly relax when you see your enemy completely dead.
All pleas and screams aside.
You never know if your enemy might be holding a hidden weapon as they are dying, waiting for me to show mercy so they can make a desperate counter-attack.
The fear of death is eternal.
After hearing my words, Yu Fenghua struggled even more desperately. Her will to survive, I must admit, made her like a chicken injected with stimulants.
She even tried to grab my leg, intending to bite me and cause harm.
But she was too severely injured. Even if she hadn't been injured, her strength would have felt like a tickle to me. She posed no threat.
I kicked Yu Fenghua's hand away with one foot, cast a disgusted glance at her, and then decisively plunged the knife into her chest.
I wiped the blood from my face with a hint of disdain.
I should have used a gun. A bullet would have been faster and easier, saving me all this blood and the trouble of cleaning up later.
But it was only through this most cathartic release that I could vent all the anger in my heart and the accumulated frustration from Zhuo Ya's departure.
Born in peacetime, we modern people had never witnessed such a bloody scene of combat.
The other three women were already screaming incessantly, their reactions far from pleasant.
Liu Xiaodie stared at me in horror, her body uncontrollably inching backward.
As if afraid that I would become crazed and slaughter her too.
As for Na Zhang Huihui, she was quick and decisive; her eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot from fright.
Now, there was only one person left to deal with.
Holding the still blood-stained alloy knife, I slowly stood up and walked towards the plump woman.