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"He insulted you like that, and you're still going to plead for him?!"
“Nijihara-kun was just momentarily enraged; it wasn’t intentional.”
Faced with such a love-struck girl, Lin Chuan was momentarily at a loss for words.
However, when he thought about another aspect of the other person's personality, a playful look gradually appeared in his eyes.
Then, after casually tossing Nijihara Hiroji aside, he said coldly, "Your behavior just now has infuriated me. Now you have two choices: either you gamble with me and if you win, I'll let you and Ms. Yayoi leave."
"Either I kill you right now!"
As he spoke, he lightly snapped his fingers, and the head of a burly man on the ground, who was groaning in pain, exploded, splattering white and red matter all over the ground.
Seeing that Lin Chuan actually dared to kill someone, and that his methods were so strange and brutal, Hiroji Nijihara and Yayoi Sakura felt a chill run down their spines.
Ultimately, having no other choice, Hiroji Nijihara could only gamble with Rin Kawa.
As for the method of gambling, it's very simple: the Death Revolver.
After a tense and exciting competition, only one shot remained, and this time it was Hiroji Nijihara's turn.
Faced with this almost certain death, Hiroji Nijihara turned pale and trembled uncontrollably.
Just then, Lin Chuan's voice, like a devil's whisper, quietly rang in his ear: "If you are willing to give me Miss Yayoi, I may consider sparing your life."
Faced with a life-or-death test, Koji Nijihara made his decision almost without much hesitation: "I do! I do!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a crisp "click" sound suddenly rang out in the hall.
Chapter 289 Yayoi's Revenge
"Hong, Nijihara-kun..."
Looking at the man who had sworn to protect her for life just over ten minutes ago, Sakura Yayoi's eyes sparkled, and her pretty face was filled with disbelief.
Koji Nijihara's reaction was to lower his head deeply, not daring to look at the other person.
He loves Sakura Sora in his heart.
However, compared to the other person, Hiroji Nijihara loved himself more.
There are plenty of fish in the sea; with his abilities, as long as he can survive, he can have any woman he wants.
As for Sakura Yayoi, all he could say was sorry.
This appearance completely shattered the last vestige of fantasy in Sakura Yayoi's heart.
The care and kindness of the past have vanished with the wind.
Just then, Lin Chuan came up to her, extended his index finger and lightly lifted her delicate chin, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Miss Yayoi, your boss gave you to me, what do you say?"
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.
Glancing coldly at Hiroji Nijihara, Yayoi Sakura smiled radiantly: "From now on, I hope you'll take good care of me..."
A smile slowly crept onto his lips as Lin Chuan gently extended his arm and embraced her slender waist, pulling her into his arms with a slight pull.
Then, he lowered his head and kissed those peach-pink lips.
For the first time in her life, she had such close contact with a member of the opposite sex, and Sakura Yayoi's whole body suddenly stiffened.
But after she realized what was happening, her snow-white arms tightly embraced his strong waist...
At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind.
That was to take revenge on Hiroji Nijihara, to take revenge on the man who had discarded him like trash.
Standing to the side, Hiroji Nijihara clenched his fists, his once handsome face contorted with rage.
Even though he was the one who abandoned her first, how dare Sakura Yayoi do such a thing?!
After a moment, stopping Lin Chuan from making any further moves, and glancing at Nijihara Hiroji, who was pretending to be a turtle with his head down, Sakura Yayoi's eyes were full of delight.
Then, she gently rested her head against his firm chest, parted her cherry lips slightly, and said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Your Excellency, let's go to the room. I don't want to see this guy."
Gently stroking that smooth cheek, Lin Chuan said playfully, "Alright! But compared to you, I still prefer you to call me master."
Upon hearing this, Sakura Yayoi felt a deep sense of shame.
But seeing Hiroji Nijihara's bulging veins on his temples, she ultimately forced herself to overcome her embarrassment.
"Master~"
That voice was so sweet and charming, it was absolutely seductive.
A single address instantly broke down Hiroji Nijihara's defenses.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared inwardly: {Slut! Slut! How could you be so despicable? You really were...}
In his rage, he completely forgot that he was the one who abandoned the other person first.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan felt as refreshed as if he had downed a cold drink on a sweltering summer day.
After laughing heartily a few times, he embraced his beautiful woman and walked towards a private room not far away...
Seeing Lin Chuan leave, Nijihara Hiroji and his gang of underlings tried to escape.
But then, suddenly, many ninjas dressed in black, wearing black pants and black masks, appeared around them, with only their crimson eyes exposed.
At first, they tried to force their way out, but after five or six of their companions were killed, the rest of them chose to follow their hearts.
Soon, hearing the intermittent whispers coming from the direction of the private room, everyone subconsciously looked at Hiroji Nijihara.
Under the watchful eyes of his underlings, Hiroji Nijihara's face was ashen, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh, dripping drops of bright red blood.
This torment lasted for two and a half hours before it gradually subsided.
The next moment, the door to the private room was opened.
Then Lin Chuan, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, walked over in a nonchalant manner.
Upon seeing his face..., Hiroji Nijihara's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of anger rose in his eyes.
But knowing full well that he was now at the mercy of others, he could only bow his head deeply in the end.
Lin Chuan had expected him to say something, but he was so uninhibited that he instantly lost interest.
He casually waved his hand, pointing to Hebizuka Joji, who had already woken up but was pretending to be unconscious, and said indifferently, "Kill everyone except that guy!"
Upon receiving Lin Chuan's order, the ninja soldiers immediately brandished their butcher knives.
With a lazy roll, he escaped from the blade in a very disheveled state. Hiroji Nijihara said angrily, "You promised to give Yayoi to you, so you would let me go."
Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan shrugged lightly: "You must have misheard me! I said I was considering letting you live, not that I had to."
"After careful and profound consideration, I have decided to send you down to reunite with your ancestors."
"Damn it! You can't..."
Before he could say anything more, Hiroji Nijihara suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat.
Immediately afterwards, all the strength in my body seemed to drain away like a receding tide, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier! Heavier and heavier!
In his final moments before losing consciousness, he suddenly recalled Sakura Yayoi's beautiful face, which was filled with despair.
In an instant, endless regret tore at his heart like a venomous snake.
He was filled with regret, regretting that he had betrayed the other person's feelings.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely...
But before Hiroji Nijihara could finish his thought, his consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness.
Moments later, with the final scream, a thick stench of blood filled the entire bar.
Lin Chuan casually tossed a few bottles of corpse-dissolving powder for the ninja soldiers to clean up, then slowly walked up to Hebizuka Joji, a mocking expression on his face: "What? Not playing dead anymore?!"
With his hair being pulled by a ninja soldier and staring directly at Lin Chuan, Hebizuka Joji's voice was hoarse: "Who exactly are you?"
"Dead people don't need to know so much!"
Having said that, he waved his hand, instructing the soldiers to take him away temporarily and wait for the grand performance that evening.
Immediately afterwards, someone was sent to bring down Hiroji Nijihara's younger brother as well.
The other person must be lonely down there alone. Sending someone down to keep them company and talk to them would be a good idea.
After settling these matters, Lin returned to the private room.
But at this moment, Sakura Miyo was no longer the passionate woman she had been before.
He curled up at the head of the bed, staring blankly at a few plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow, his eyes somewhat vacant.
He only regained some composure after he said that he had killed Hiroji Nijihara and the others.
She slowly turned her head and suddenly spoke, her voice slightly hoarse: "Tell me, am I ridiculous?!"
Lin Chuan said nothing, but simply walked forward slowly.
Gradually, soft whispers began to echo from inside the private room again...
Chapter 290 Eighteen Kinds of Cruel Torture to Punish the Demons
As the moon rose above the willow branches, Lin Chuan gently pinched her delicate chin and gazed at her face, as radiant as a rose after the rain. He said in a deep voice, "From now on, you belong only to me, understand?!"
Meeting that domineering gaze, Sakura Miya's long eyelashes fluttered incessantly.
A moment later, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "I understand."
"Very well! From now on, you can stay home and be a good wife and mother!"
Having long since grown weary of fighting and killing, Sakura Yayoi had no objections whatsoever, nodding her head in agreement: "Mmm~"
Lin Chuan lowered his head and gently pecked at her slightly crescent-shaped cherry lips, then opened his arms.
Seeing this, Sakura Yayoi, despite her exhaustion, carefully helped him change his clothes.
At this moment, Lin Chuan mended the woman's heart, which had been wounded by her boyfriend's betrayal, in an almost tyrannical manner.
Furthermore, they deeply etched their own image into every place.