Chapter 1059: Severed Arm

Chapter 1059: Chapter 1059: Severed Arm

"You damned beast!" Old San roared, his voice hoarse and filled with hatred. "You actually use them to threaten me! Do you have any humanity left?" His roar shook the surrounding air, with flames of anger almost consuming his entire being.

Ye Qingchen still maintained that cold smile, showing no change in his expression. He looked at Old San’s face, twisted by fury, as if he was enjoying a piece of drama, his eyes full of cruelty and mockery.

"Humanity?" Ye Qingchen softly repeated, his cold smile growing deeper. "The ’humanity’ you speak of means nothing to me. I only care about the result. And now you have only two choices—speak up, or watch them die in front of you."

His words were like the death god’s verdict, cold and resolute, leaving Old San no room for maneuver.

Old San’s rage had reached its peak, but at this moment, his anger was mixed with deep helplessness and pain. He looked at his two brothers lying on the ground, his heart full of struggle.

The cold ruthlessness of the man before him filled him with despair.

Old San’s heart was full of contradictions and pain. He knew if he spoke, it would mean betraying Saint Heir Jiang Qi, but seeing his two brothers in such a state, the anger and reluctance in his heart were driving him to the brink of collapse.

He struggled, breathing rapidly, a trace of struggle and wavering in his eyes.

Amidst Ye Qingchen’s cold smile and Old San’s struggle, the big brother lying on the ground suddenly slowly opened his eyes. Although his face was covered with scars and his breath weak, a stubborn flame still burned in his eyes.

He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Old San, and uttered in a raspy voice, "Don’t tell him... don’t betray the Saint Heir."

The big brother’s voice was weak, but each word was filled with firmness and resolution.

His eyes were full of pain, yet he still held fast to his beliefs. Even in dire straits, even with injuries all over, he refused to yield, refusing to betray his loyalty to Jiang Qi.

Upon hearing the big brother’s words, the struggle in Old San’s eyes became more apparent.

His heart was being pulled violently by two forces, one side of loyalty to Jiang Qi, and the other side of worry and protection for his own brothers. His heartbeat was speeding up, his breath became rapid, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Old San looked at the big brother lying on the ground and then at the critically injured second brother beside him, a boundless pain surged in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails nearly embedded in his flesh, yet even so, he still couldn’t make a decision.

The brothers before him were his closest people, they had fought side by side, experienced life and death together, and now, because of his hesitation, their lives were hanging by a thread.

Ye Qingchen looked at Old San’s complex expression, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth gradually deepening. He slowly spoke, his voice cold as ice, "I suggest you think it through. If you tell me, I might consider sparing your lives, on the condition that... you no longer work for Jiang Qi."

His tone was full of threat and mockery, as if he was sentencing Old San’s fate. His sharp gaze stared directly at Old San, seemingly waiting for his submission.

Ye Qingchen knew that the more intense the struggle in Old San’s heart, the more likely he would waver. As of now, this man was already on the verge of collapse.

Old San felt Ye Qingchen’s gaze, his pain reaching its peak.

He knew that once he spoke Jiang Qi’s secrets, there was no going back, but if he didn’t speak, his brothers would die before him.

Old San’s heart was nearly torn apart by this painful choice, his gaze wandering over the big brother and second brother, his heart full of helplessness and despair.

However, the big brother’s eyes remained firm, he said again in a weak voice, "Don’t... tell him... Die rather than submit..." It was an indomitable spirit that refused to retreat even in the face of death.

There was a trace of painful tears in Old San’s eyes, his heart seemed to be screaming, yet he was still unable to make a choice.

At that moment, his soul seemed to be split into two halves, one half was loyalty, the other half was kinship, leaving him in unprecedented despair.

Ye Qingchen coldly stared at Old San, seeing he still had no intention to speak, he didn’t hesitate anymore.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the big brother’s arm lying on the ground, fingers tightly clasping the big brother’s shoulder, muscles and bones making creepy cracking sounds under Ye Qingchen’s grip.

The big brother’s face instantly turned pale, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his eyes widened in disbelief that Ye Qingchen actually would go this far.

Under Old San’s terrified gaze, Ye Qingchen forcefully jerked, directly ripping the big brother’s arm off. In that instant, blood gushed like a fountain from the severed shoulder, staining the ground red.

The big brother’s body trembled violently, then let out a heart-wrenching wail, his face distorted by the intense pain, his whole body frantically struggling like a burning flame, his voice filled with pain and despair.

However, Ye Qingchen didn’t give the big brother a chance to continue screaming, his movements were swift and precise, nearly at the moment the big brother’s scream went out, he reached out to cover the big brother’s mouth.

The big brother’s wailing was abruptly suppressed in his throat, turning into a few intermittent muffled grunts, with the painful sound forcibly stifled in his throat, leaving only violent breathing noises.

Ye Qingchen firmly stuffed a cloth into the big brother’s mouth, then coldly looked at his pain-filled face, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Having done all this, Ye Qingchen slowly stood up, turned to look at Old San, a cold smile hanging on his lips.

His gaze was icy and ruthless, as if the cruelty just now was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

He slowly clapped his hands, his tone tinged with banter and threat: "Well, have you decided yet? If you continue to remain silent, I will have to continue."

Ye Qingchen’s voice, though casual, was filled with threat like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Old San’s heart.

Old San’s face was pale, cold sweat seeping on his forehead, his heart struggling amidst intense pain and fear.

He looked at the big brother’s pain-stricken face, his heart full of helplessness and anger, yet he knew, the Ye Qingchen before him was absolutely not kidding.

Old San’s breathing got rapid, fists clenched tightly, knuckles whitening from excessive force.

Though he wanted to continue staying silent, after witnessing Ye Qingchen’s ruthless methods firsthand, his internal defenses were starting to waver.

The person before him mercilessly tortured his brothers, if he didn’t say something, both big brother and second brother would hardly escape this calamity.