Chapter 2340 - 2313: Yang Anlong’s Fury

Ever since Lin Yafei left, he had considered immediately calling Yang Anlong to tell him about this, but ultimately Wu Qiuyang decided to give up. His family was in Lin Yafei’s hands, and calling Yang Anlong would mean tearing apart the facade with Lin Yafei. His family would certainly die, and Lin Yafei would never let them go.

It wasn’t until Lin Yafei’s people called that Wu Qiuyang decided to contact Yang Anlong, but this was a full hour after Lin Yafei had left.

Hearing Wu Qiuyang’s words, Yang Anlong’s expression immediately changed, a sense of foreboding erupting from his heart. He instantly spoke, "Wu Qiuyang, why did you wait so long to call me? Why didn’t you call sooner? Do you think I, Yang Anlong, don’t kill?"

Yang Anlong’s tone carried an unmistakable chill, the icy murderous intent clearly conveyed through the phone.

Hearing Yang Anlong’s grim tone, feeling the killing intent washing over, Wu Qiuyang would normally have been anxious and pleading for forgiveness.

But at this moment, Wu Qiuyang seemed not to hear the murderous tone, instead, sneering, "I believe you, high and mighty Yang Family Master, would kill me, even kill my entire family. After all, you had me act against the Yama Palace, seeing me as a disposable pawn. So what if I act a bit more extreme? I’m doomed anyway, what do I have to fear?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Anlong’s face darkened grimly: "Wu Qiuyang, how dare you talk to me like that. You must be tired of living... ."

"That’s right, I’m tired of living."

Wu Qiuyang interrupted Yang Anlong, sneering, "But you won’t dare kill me now because you want to know why Lin Yafei came to me. Knowing I was responsible, why hasn’t she killed me and instead let me live? You want to know, so you won’t kill me now, am I right?"

Wu Qiuyang’s words left the other end of the phone silent, before a voice eventually came through: "Wu Qiuyang, you’re right, I want to know. But can you tell me?"

"I can. I called to tell you about this."

Wu Qiuyang spoke coldly, "Lin Yafei said if I gather all the people you sent to one place, she would let my family go."

"Have you done as he said?"

Yang Anlong forced down his killing intent.

"Yes, I did as she said. And just before I called you, Lin Yafei’s people called; those people have all been dealt with."

Wu Qiuyang said expressionlessly, "I’m sorry, Family Head, your plan failed; all your people are dead."

"Wu Qiuyang, betraying me, you must be tired of living."

After hearing Wu Qiuyang’s words, Yang Anlong could no longer control his inner murderous intentions, erupting in a furious roar.

Even as he found Wu Qiuyang and sent those people against the Yama Palace, Yang Anlong knew their fate in his heart. But he never expected those people would all die before they made a move, and they were all schemed against by his pawn.

This made it impossible for Yang Anlong to bear his murderous intent; he thought of himself as the chess player, while Wu Qiuyang was just a pawn, one he could discard at any moment. But now, this disposable pawn had turned on him, no less infuriating than a dog biting its master.

Indeed, in Yang Anlong’s heart, Wu Qiuyang was just a dog, a dog he could kill at any time.

"Haha, looking for death, that’s right, I’m looking for death. What can you do to me, Yang Anlong? You should be worrying about how long you can live!"

Wu Qiuyang’s tone carried unabashed mockery: "Yang Anlong, Lin Yafei also told me to convey a message to you, that she hopes you’ll remember dearly."

"What did she say?" Yang Anlong suppressed his killing intent, speaking solemnly.

In his heart, Yang Anlong swore that once Wu Qiuyang finished speaking, he’d immediately send someone to retrieve Wu Qiuyang from the Wu Family’s villa to execute a thousand cuts to vent his hatred.

"Lin Yafei told me to tell you that before long, she will personally cut off your head and use it as a chamber pot." Wu Qiuyang stated word by word.

Hearing this, Yang Anlong’s face darkened, his voice turning cold: "Did she really say that?"

"Yes, she did say that."

Though Wu Qiuyang wasn’t in front of Yang Anlong, he could still feel Yang Anlong’s uncontrollable anger from his voice, yet for some reason, Wu Qiuyang felt a rush of pleasure at Yang Anlong’s anger.

"Good, very good!"

Yang Anlong laughed in extreme anger: "Then I’ll see if Lin Yafei cuts off my head as a chamber pot, or if I make her vanish without a trace."

"Yang Anlong, you should say that to Lin Yafei. Threatening me is pointless; I’m not interested in hearing your nonsense."

Wu Qiuyang said coolly, "All right, Yang Anlong, I’ve said what needed saying, done what needed doing, now look out for yourself!"

With those words, Wu Qiuyang gave Yang Anlong no chance to speak, hanging up his phone immediately.

After hanging up, Wu Qiuyang clenched his fingers, crushing the entire phone, slowly exhaling, his gaze falling on the coffee table before him, where a jet-black gun lay, its bullets already loaded.

"Lin Yafei, I hope you keep your promise, or I won’t spare you even in death."

Wu Qiuyang took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he picked up the gun from the table, aiming it at his head.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot echoed piercingly in the darkness, splattering blood on the sofa, a chilling sight.

At this moment, Wu Qiuyang chose suicide to fulfill his promise with Lin Yafei. Only through death could Lin Yafei possibly spare his family; otherwise, they wouldn’t escape death.