The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

Chapter 123

C123 – Morbid Love

Upon hearing Zuo Bo’s boastful remarks, Loong Shen sneered, “Wipe them out? That depends on whether you, Zuo Bo, have the capability.” The sharp blade once again lunged towards Zuo Bo, devoid of mercy.

Zuo Bo had no desire to prolong the altercation with Loong Shen. Swiftly seizing the short knife from Loong Shen’s grip with a backward motion, he flung it aside with a smirk. As Wu Tie’s fist hurtled towards Loong Shen, Zuo Bo raised his knee, delivering a ferocious blow to Loong Shen’s abdomen, causing his eyes to widen as he spewed forth a gush of blood.

Gripping Loong Shen’s lengthy locks, he hoisted him closer, an evil grin adorning his face, “I warned you! I enjoy exerting force upon you. Suddenly, I yearn to witness your demise, Loong Shen, seething with anger yet attempting to exploit my vulnerability.” Each word dripped with menace, culminating in an eerie smile that permeated the air.

While any ordinary individual might have crumbled in fear, Loong Shen, already battered and bloodied, retained his composure, “I, too, am eager to witness your reaction, Zuo Bo, as I sever your flesh one by one. Does it twist your visage with agony or elation?”

This was no mere exchange; it was a display of demonic brutality.

“Shall we proceed with this agreement? Are you ready to experience it?” With that, he tore open Loong Shen’s shirt, exposing his pallid skin.

Without affording the incensed Loong Shen an opportunity to retort, Zuo Bo proposed, “I’ll carve out a slice of flesh for you, granting me full control. Tempting offer, wouldn’t you say?”

Yet, he chuckled once more, “But you had the strength to carve my flesh then.”

“If I could even lay a finger on you once, what significance does a mere slice of flesh hold?”

Zuo Bo was consumed by obsession. As long as he could possess Loong Shen, it seemed he would stop at nothing.

“Zuo Bo, you’ve lost your mind!”

As he attempted to rise, Zuo Bo swiftly looped his belt around Loong Shen’s legs, restraining him on the sofa with brute force. With every jolt, blood seeped from his wounds, trickling onto Loong Shen’s face and neck.

Unfazed, Zuo Bo grasped Loong Shen’s chin, poised to taste the lips he had long coveted, when suddenly, the office door swung open.

The newcomer, clutching a stack of documents, entered and began, “Bro, Mr. Loong Shen wished to review the autopsy results. Why haven’t you—”

“Zuo Yi.” But at that moment, Loong Shen’s voice cut through, tinged with a hint of menace.

Zuo Yi recoiled, fear evident in his demeanor. Adjusting his glasses nervously, he inquired, “What’s the matter, Mr. Loong Shen?”

“Remove this deviant from my presence. Immediately.” Though still smiling, it sent shivers down Zuo Yi’s spine. His lips quivered, “Can you not entangle me in your affairs?”

“You expect me to cast out my own brother? Mr. Loong Shen, is that a realistic demand? Spare me from such coercion!”