Chapter 45: The Rival Always Wants to Taste Him Again [45]

Chapter 45: The Archenemy Can't Stop Wanting Another Taste of Him

"Lin Ran! Let him go!"

Ye Qi's pupils contracted sharply, and the razor blade he was holding nearly sliced his finger.

But he bit his tongue to force himself back to his senses.

Then he adjusted his stance to face Lin Ran head-on, and while keeping his hands busy, he said coldly:

"Lin Ran, if you've got a grudge, take it out on me. No need to give him a hard time!"

Hearing Ye Qi's words, Lin Ran paused mid-motion, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke, and couldn't help but chuckle darkly.

But he didn't turn around—only glanced back at Ye Qi.

That look was dripping with murderous rage. He was done hiding his hatred.

Lin Ran looked at the man he'd loved so deeply in his past life, only for him to destroy his family in both lifetimes.

Watching him now, trussed up and pathetic in front of him.

He finally burst out laughing, shaking so hard his whole body trembled: "Hahaha..."

"Ye Qi... who the hell do you think you are?! What do you even think you are?!"

"Back then, I liked you. I laid my heart at your feet, but you treated it like dirt, stomped all over it, and ground it into the dust!"

"What, having regrets now? I'm telling you, it's too damn late for regrets!"

"Your life is in my hands right now. I could end you whenever I want!"

"But don't worry—I won't let you off that easy..."

Lin Ran's eyes were blood-red as he snarled: "People who trample on true feelings deserve to burn in hell!"

As he spoke, he whipped his head around to look at Shi Mo, who was still as calm as ever.

"A Mo..."

Lin Ran's voice quivered as he reached out, winding a strand of Shi Mo's long hair around his finger.

Seeing this, Shi Mo finally couldn't hold back a frown, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes:

"Lin Ran, you got your dirty hands in my hair."

Lin Ran froze, instinctively tightening his grip before slowly letting go.

"Are you disgusted by me, A Mo?"

"But why? Why did you love me so much in the last life, but now that we've started over, everything's changed?"

"Or is the price of this do-over that your love no longer belongs to me?"

The agony on Lin Ran's face was unbearable to witness, and the crazed look in his eyes was completely unrestrained.

For a second, you couldn't tell if he was talking to Shi Mo or just talking to himself.

447 let out a sigh right by Shi Mo's ear: [Ehehe~]

[Xiao Momo, the fake protagonist's darkening value is off the charts. He's terrifying, like a total psycho.]

Shi Mo replied coolly: "Lin Ran, I told you. I don't like you. I never did."

"If you're really that crazy, you should be in a psych ward, not here..."

"No way!"

Set off by something Shi Mo said, Lin Ran immediately roared, cutting him off mid-sentence!

He grabbed Shi Mo by the shoulders, shaking him with a crazed look on his face, chanting over and over:

"How could you not like me? How could you not like me?!"

"I'm the main character! I'm the one who gets to reincarnate! How the hell could you not like me?!"

"If you didn't like me, why did you go to war with Ye Qi for me in the last life?!"

Lin Ran was practically screaming, but as he went on, his eyes turned red, tears glistening and threatening to spill, his voice cracking with emotion:

"Even after I died, you went after him everywhere to avenge me, and in the end... in the end, you were forced out of the country, stranded in a foreign land..."

"A Mo... A Mo... you can't do this to me. You can't just drop me after I finally realized you're the one I truly love..."

"You like me! You need to remember that! You like me, and you belong to me!"

The more Lin Ran talked, the calmer he got, and he slowly released Shi Mo, turning to stare dead at Ye Qi.

A sudden smile curled across his lips as he looked at Ye Qi, then he clapped his hands, and two people walked in from outside the warehouse right away.

One was carrying a folding table, the other lugging a black briefcase.

Without saying a word, they set the table down in front of them and placed the black briefcase on top.

The briefcase was opened, revealing an assortment of tools inside.

From tiny needles to scalpels to razor-sharp fruit knives, and even a barbed short whip...

"Ye Qi, this is all on you. Every bit of this is your fault!"

Lin Ran walked over to the briefcase, his fingers trailing over the items as he pondered which one to use first, before finally grabbing the scalpel.

The razor-sharp blade glinted coldly as Lin Ran's face went cold, his gaze fixed on Ye Qi.

"Ye Qi, you deserve to die, you really do..."

"If it weren't for you, I never would've turned out like this."

"If it weren't for you, A Mo would still be loving me."

"Ye Qi, I want you dead. I want you gone for good!"

Lin Ran's face had gone completely unhinged, clutching the scalpel in a death grip as he marched right up to Ye Qi!

He yanked Ye Qi up by the collar, forcing him to meet his eyes, his other hand raised high in the air.

"Ye Qi! I hate that cold, aloof look of yours!"

"I only liked you! What the hell did I do wrong? Do I fucking owe you something?! What gives you the right to look down on me? What gives you the right to treat me like this? What the hell gives you the right?!"

Lin Ran roared, completely missing the flicker of something strange that passed through Ye Qi's cold eyes.

By now, Lin Ran had nearly lost his mind, and naturally didn't notice Ye Qi's subtle movements.

His eyes locked onto Ye Qi's chest:

"As long as you're dead, everything that's mine will come back to me... As long as you're dead, A Mo will realize the one he should love is me!"

Lin Ran tilted his head at Ye Qi, baring a smile of pure cruelty.

The sharp scalpel plunged toward Ye Qi's chest!

But there was no blood splatter as he'd imagined.

Ye Qi snapped the ropes binding his wrists, twisted aside, slashed Lin Ran's wrist with the blade, and snatched the scalpel from his grip.

Before Lin Ran could react, the scalpel in Ye Qi's hand had already slammed down!

And it landed squarely between his legs, right on that spot!

"Ahhh!!!"

The pain drained the color from Lin Ran's face instantly, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead as he let out a sharp, agonized shriek.

Clutching his bleeding crotch, Lin Ran's eyes burned with hatred and disbelief. For a moment, he couldn't tell if he was angrier or in more pain, and he roared:

"Ahhhh!!! Ye! Qi! I want you dead! I want you dead!"

Ye Qi didn't give Lin Ran a second thought. Before the commotion could draw those people over,

he had already slipped away, strode to the black suitcase, and grabbed two of the sharpest blades.

He immediately cut the rope around Shi Mo's wrist and shoved one of the knives into his hands.

At that moment, the warehouse door was kicked open with a thunderous crash!

Lin Ran gasped for air, nearly screaming himself hoarse:

"Kill him! You all, kill him for me! I want! Him! Dead!"

Ye Qi's gaze swept quickly over the people charging toward him.

He gripped the gleaming blade tightly, faint veins rising on the back of his hand, his eyes blazing with murderous rage, yet his tone was remarkably gentle:

"A Mo, protect yourself."

"Don't worry, this will be over soon."