CHAPTER 1189: CHAPTER 1189: AN INEVITABLE OUTCOME! (FIRST UPDATE)

Shen Mengchen is here!

Still wearing a delicate little suit, one can guess she came straight from the office.

Ye Qiu knows why Shen Mengchen would appear here, but Chen Yifeng, the old master Jin, and other martial arts seniors do not know. Listening to Ye Qiu’s meaning, is this woman here to kill Du Ying, the Southern Demon? Why is this?

"Is he the murderer who killed my father?"

Shen Mengchen walked in front of Ye Qiu, then pointed at the Southern Demon Du Ying and said.

Ye Qiu nodded his head.

Shen Mengchen walked towards the Southern Demon Du Ying, her eyes red and filled with hatred. This was the first time Shen Mengchen had shown this look since becoming the chairman of Longjia.

The person before her ended her father’s life, leaving her as a lonely person in this world.

The face of her father, Shen Tianlong, appeared before Shen Mengchen’s eyes. Since she took on the role of chairman, she has been diligently managing Longjia because she feared she would ruin her father’s hard work. Longjia is the only thing her father left her, and she couldn’t lose it again.

So Shen Mengchen put away her temper and playful nature, matured herself, and gained the respect of all employees in the shortest time possible.

In managing Longjia, she was meticulous. As the biggest boss of Longjia, she worked overtime more than the employees, and Shen Mengchen rarely took vacations for herself. She didn’t dare to relax because her father was no longer there, and everything depended on her. To keep her father’s legacy, she had to work hard and couldn’t afford to relax even slightly.

And the culprit of all this was the middle-aged man before her.

As a young woman, Shen Mengchen truly gave up a lot, being forced to learn independence from reliance, maturity from innocence, strength from weakness. Shen Mengchen didn’t even know how she managed to hold on.

"Why did you kill my father?" Shen Mengchen asked.

"Your father? I’ve killed so many people, I don’t know which one you’re talking about." The Southern Demon Du Ying glanced at Shen Mengchen.

"My father’s name is Shen Tianlong!" Shen Mengchen suppressed her anger and spat out a few words.

"Shen Tianlong?" The Southern Demon Du Ying thought for a while, then chuckled softly: "I don’t have this person in my mind. Maybe I didn’t pay attention back then. I don’t need a reason to kill; if I want to kill, I kill."

Listening to such a bizarre reason, wanting to kill just because he wants to, does he see human life as worthless as grass, cut off as he pleases?

"Kid, if you want to kill, then kill. I don’t want to waste words with a woman." The Southern Demon Du Ying turned to look at Ye Qiu, appearing impatient. Even in search of death, he’s in a hurry. This Southern Demon Du Ying indeed defies common logic.

"Mengchen, do you want to do it yourself, or should I do it?" Ye Qiu looked at Shen Mengchen. He had already exhausted the Southern Demon’s abilities and immobilized him with acupressure.

"Vengeance for the death of my father, I will take it myself." Shen Mengchen hesitated for a moment, walked over to the Southern Demon Du Ying, wanting to do it herself.

Shen Mengchen’s clenched fist didn’t strike down for a long time. The Southern Demon Du Ying sneered, "Do you know how to kill? Do you dare to kill? With your feeble little fist, still wanting to kill me?"

"You..." Just as Shen Mengchen was about to swing her fist, she realized her fist indeed posed no threat to a person. With her strength, she could pinch someone, but far from being able to kill.

"Young lady, your body is suitable for embroidery, but to kill your enemy with bare hands is impossible. I have a sharp blade here, lend it to you for your revenge." Wang Hutang saw that Shen Mengchen couldn’t bring herself to do it and walked over with big steps, handing a knife to Shen Mengchen.

Shen Mengchen nearly stumbled; the knife in her hand was too heavy, and the bright blade was daunting.

The Southern Demon Du Ying wasn’t afraid of death; even though his body was bleeding profusely, he still wore a smile.

"Come on, kill me, but do you have the guts to kill?"

The Southern Demon Du Ying was very arrogant. Even facing such dire straits, he remained unyielding.

Shen Mengchen’s eyes were filled with hatred, wanting to chop the Southern Demon Du Ying into pieces, but unable to let the knife fall.

Looking at Shen Mengchen’s complicated expression, a hand grasped hers, a warm voice sounded in her ear: "Your hands are not made for killing. I’ll avenge Uncle Shen for you, alright?"

Ye Qiu’s voice was gentle; Shen Mengchen was silent for ten seconds, not speaking, but the knife in her hand had already been transferred to Ye Qiu’s hand.

Thrum...

The big knife vibrated under Ye Qiu’s hand, making a knife-ringing sound, the entire blade surface trembled, cold light flickering up and down.

The Southern Demon Du Ying’s expression changed. Shen Mengchen, an ordinary person, he could bully, but facing Ye Qiu personally to kill him, he could only let himself be at his mercy.

Swish.

Ye Qiu swung his arm, the knife was about to strike.

Suddenly, the arm that Ye Qiu swung into the air stopped because Ye Zi suddenly shouted for him to stop.

"Brother Ye Qiu, let me say a word to him, okay?" Ye Zi walked up from behind, her steps slow, previously injured by the Southern Demon Du Ying, and within such a short time, her wounds couldn’t possibly have fully healed.

Ye Qiu nodded.

"Why not let him kill me with one cut." Failing to die, the Southern Demon Du Ying was instead angry, such behavior left the martial arts seniors present at a loss to understand.

They could only say that the Southern Demon Du Ying is an oddball.

"Because I want to ask you a question. Before I get an answer, I don’t want you to die." Ye Zi said.

"What do you want to ask me?"

Ye Zi took a deep breath and said suddenly: "Back then, after you took me from Brother Ye Qiu’s side, why didn’t you kill me? Instead, you taught me everything you knew. I want to know why?"

This question had lingered in Ye Zi’s mind for a long time; she always wanted to ask but had never had the opportunity to speak out.

"I thought it was some big question, but it turned out to be such a trivial one. I didn’t kill you simply for amusement because in my eyes, you were like an unformed piece of art that I wanted to sculpt myself. Unfortunately, before I could fully sculpt you, I ran into that guy."

"If you hadn’t met that person, what would you have done in the end, kill me, or keep me?"

"Kill you." The Southern Demon Du Ying said succinctly and clearly.

Ye Zi nodded, turned around, not looking back, and said, "Brother Ye Qiu, you can do it now."

With one slash, blood spattered ten feet.

The Southern Demon Du Ying’s end held no surprises, publicly killed in front of numerous martial artists.

From now on in the martial world, the Southern Demon and Northern Buddha will lack a Southern Demon. This is a good thing, and many who hear of it will surely applaud.

Ye Qiu sent Shen Mengchen back. Killing the Southern Demon Du Ying avenged Shen Tianlong. Shen Mengchen’s face showed no happiness over the Southern Demon’s death, as her mind was filled more with the image of her father, Shen Tianlong. At this moment, Shen Mengchen longed to see her father.

"Take me to the cemetery." Shen Mengchen spoke suddenly on the way.