Chapter 1482: Chapter 1482: Finale Part Thirty
In the night, under the piercing lights, Third Young Master Jun seemed as though he had been stabbed fiercely in the chest, his face ashen white with not a trace of blood, eyes filled with disbelief yet unable to deny the cruel and vicious truth in the godfather’s words, clearer to him than anyone else.
The pain like a dagger twisted in his heart spread through his eyes, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of regret and a furious storm of anger.
His once calm eyes now twisted and torn, streaming with tears, gradually filled with the red threads of hatred, the fusion of blood and tears making his blood-stained eyes filled with extreme madness.
"Why did you do this, why?" The voice filled with bone-deep hatred squeezed out word by word from the depths of hell, stained with thick bloodthirst and murderous intent, "Is this your punishment for betraying me? Then come at me, not the defenseless children, Su Feiman—I want to kill you, I will tear you apart bit by bit!"
The godfather, looking at his expression of mad hatred, felt his heart surge with excitement and schadenfreude.
His eyes were brilliantly sharp, yes, this expression, forced to the limit, on the brink of madness; the potential of a king must burst forth to reach its extreme.
"Revenge? No such thing, I’ve always admired your audacity to betray, why would I punish you! But as king, since you are the one I chose, I cannot allow those who bind your heart to live, or you will forever be shackled by them. A genius is a lunatic; one must be insane to reach the peak of power, so I will help you eliminate those hindering you, making you a bloodless and emotionless ruler. Like now, king, how does it feel to kill your own child yourself?"
The final words were an arrow piercing the heart, hitting Third Young Master Jun’s most painful weak spot, his face turned pale and distorted, clutching his head in grief, suffering to the point of wanting to die.
"I will never, even in death, inherit your legacy!" His cries were filled with blood and tears.
The godfather laughed coldly in confidence: "That choice is not yours to make, don’t you want revenge? Your child died for you, and you don’t even want to avenge them? But how will you avenge them with only the power in your hands now? If you want revenge, you must become the leader of New and the Su Family, only then can you have enough strength to defeat me, otherwise, you will never be able to avenge your child, if you die now, you won’t avenge anything."
Third Young Master Jun’s whole body shook, unable to move, his mournful face under the cold moon filled with suppression and struggle.
Everyone around was shaken by this scene, filled with fear, deeply aware of the godfather’s extreme terror. To cultivate an ideal powerful successor, he would go to such lengths as to ruthlessly destroy them, truly the world’s most terrifying person.
However, the godfather’s words were indeed correct, to catch up to the godfather and seek revenge, Third Young Master Jun could only temporarily surrender, gaining enough strength to contend with the godfather.
The godfather accurately grasped Third Young Master’s fatal weakness.
Ye Lu, sitting on the ground, devastated by the loss of Yuanyuan and Yiyi, her eyes now ferocious and bloodthirsty, the pain of losing her children driving her to insanity; no mother can bear the flesh-tearing pain of losing her two beloved children, a pain a thousand times worse than death.
"Madman, heartless hell demon, die—"
She went mad, filled with hatred, suddenly leaping up like a frenzied and furious lioness, clawing desperately towards the godfather.
"I want to kill you, you killed my children, I want to tear you apart and drag you to hell—"
