Zhang Jialong had one hundred and thirty wounds on his body, including knife wounds, punctures, burns, water torture, and beatings.
Cause of death: suicide.
Chen Jiuyang signed the papers with bloodshot eyes and led Zhang Jialong's body out of the hospital, his gaze filled with murderous intent.
Xi Butui, I, Chen Jiuyang, will never rest until you are dead.
At the hospital entrance stood Zhu Jianjun, along with Zhang Jialong's wife and child, who were weeping uncontrollably.
Zhang Jialong's parents were deceased. Yesterday, he divorced his wife and severed his paternal relationship, with all assets cleanly divided.
Chen Jiuyang looked at Zhu Jianjun and asked a single question: "Why did your Zhu family not protect him?"
Zhu Jianjun, with a grim expression, told him, "He could live, but his wife and child would die in an accident. From now on, we cannot have any contact."
"I'm sorry."
Chen Jiuyang knelt and kowtowed three times to Zhang Jialong's wife and child.
Zhang Jialong's wife, weeping, handed him an envelope: "This is what Brother Long left for you."
As the envelope was passed to Chen Jiuyang, Zhu Jianjun left with Zhang Jialong's widow.
Chen Jiuyang opened the envelope, and a line of text appeared on the paper:
"Brother, I'm sorry. I, your brother, am a coward. By the time you read this letter, you should have seen my body.
Honestly, I have no regrets. This is how it is in a world of the fittest. In this martial world, one is not free to act as they please. I, Zhang Jialong, have served in the army and fought in wars. After retiring, I became a boss, had countless women, and amassed assets worth hundreds of millions. My life was incredibly carefree and enjoyable. I have experienced all the joys and sorrows of life. This journey through the world has been worthwhile.
However, the only thing I cannot let go of is you. You were the person I saved while I was on a mission outside, relieving myself. Of all the people I, Zhang Jialong, have known, you are the most loyal. You were stabbed four times by me last time; your wounds should be healing by now, right?
Talking about feelings and the past now would be too sentimental.
Brother, I'm leaving. In the next life, it will be your turn to save me while relieving yourself."
Upon reading the last sentence, Chen Jiuyang burst into laughter. He looked at Zhang Jialong's body and said, "Brother, to be able to save someone while relieving oneself, what kind of luck is that?"
"Uncle Fang, please take my brother's body to my master's house and keep it frozen. Do not bury him for now."
Fang Bahua silently took Zhang Jialong's corpse and headed towards the Feng Han Hou Mansion.
Chen Jiuyang stood in place, holding the letter.
The words were filled with a sense of carefree abandon and detachment, each sentence subtly reminding Chen Jiuyang not to seek revenge, as he could not afford to offend Xi Butui.
Yet, no matter how he looked at it, Chen Jiuyang found that Zhang Jialong still had a deep attachment to this world. But why did he commit suicide like this, and so tragically?
Chen Jiuyang laughed and cried at the same time. He had naively believed that after Zhang Jialong stabbed him four times, if he, Chen Jiuyang, declared their grievances settled and that they should no longer associate, Xi Butui would let him go.
He had naively believed Zhang Jialong's past words: if he couldn't defeat the enemy, he should run back to the Sharp Blade Legion. No matter who it was, no one would dare to cause trouble within the Sharp Blade Legion.
He had naively believed that he, Chen Jiuyang, had risen from humble beginnings and could control his own destiny.
Chen Jiuyang walked unconsciously to the entrance of the Six Doors, and with a sudden抬头, his true qi surged, and he roared, "Xi Butui, get out here!"
"Xi Butui, get out here!!!"
The roar startled everyone in the Six Doors.
Who dared to shout the name of the Chief Constable at the entrance of the Six Doors?
Hundreds, even thousands, of Six Doors constables appeared, looking at Chen Jiuyang. Some drew their swords, others pulled out their guns.
The lame old man appeared beside Chen Jiuyang with a grim expression: "What are you trying to do? Are you seeking death?"
Chen Jiuyang ignored him, standing at the main entrance of the Six Doors, repeatedly roaring the same words: "Xi Butui, get out here!" m..oΓg
As time passed, the elder from the Martial Ranking protected Chen Jiuyang. The Eighth Elder of the Chen family also appeared. With three peak Earth Realm Grandmasters protecting him, the constables of the Six Doors were unable to harm Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang roared for half an hour, alerting countless people in Fengcheng. Then, Xi Butui slowly appeared, a smile on his face: "Isn't this the new Young Master of the Shu Mountain Chen family, Chen Jiuyang? It seems you've received the gift I sent. You specifically called me out; what do you want?"
As he spoke, Xi Butui's expression turned mocking: "Do you intend to attack the Six Doors? Or do something else? Whatever you intend to do, with your pathetic strength, you cannot move me even an inch."
"But you don't seem that foolish. Speak, I want to see what you intend to do."
"What do I intend to do?" Chen Jiuyang's expression suddenly calmed upon seeing Xi Butui: "I'd like to ask you, the Chief Constable of Fengcheng's Six Doors, what do you intend to do? I believe that a beast like you living in this world is truly a waste of air. Look at the things you do."
"Even beasts know not to provoke creatures stronger than themselves. You, Xi Butui, are worse than a beast. Since you are so eager to die, I, Chen Jiuyang, will grant your wish."
"..."
The scene suddenly fell silent. Had this Chen Jiuyang gone mad to say such things?
"Heh heh..." Xi Butui's face showed a mocking expression: "Are you saying you are a creature stronger than me, and that by offending you, I am seeking death? Did I hear you correctly?"
Chen Jiuyang nodded seriously and said, "You heard correctly, Xi Butui. November 15th is a good day for a burial. Do you dare to have a life-and-death battle with me on that day?"
His words sent shockwaves in all directions.
Chen Jiuyang challenging Xi Butui – who exactly was seeking death? Many people couldn't understand.
This Xi Butui was the Chief Constable of Fengcheng's Six Doors, and a peak Earth Realm expert. He had previously injured the Martial Ranking Association and the forty-eight Marquises of Feng Province, which was enough to show how terrifying Xi Butui's strength was.
And no matter how talented Chen Jiuyang was, he was currently only at the Profound Realm cultivation. To have a decisive battle with Xi Butui in two months – wasn't this Chen Jiuyang simply courting death?
"This is interesting." A sharp glint flashed in Xi Butui's eyes. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, and then he looked down at Chen Jiuyang: "Since you, Chen Jiuyang, are actively seeking death, I will grant your wish. I accept this life-and-death agreement."
He had promised the Sword Bearer not to actively trouble Chen Jiuyang, but if Chen Jiuyang actively sought death, even the Sword Bearer could not interfere.
Originally, killing Zhang Jialong and having Chen Jiuyang collect the body was just Xi Butui's way of provoking Chen Jiuyang. He never expected Chen Jiuyang to be so foolish as to issue a death challenge to him in front of so many people.
It was like a pillow arriving when one was drowsy, or picking up a hundred million dollars for free. Xi Butui couldn't help but applaud Chen Jiuyang's decision.
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly: "Very good. I almost thought you, this beast, would be too scared to accept."
"Since you've agreed, go buy a decent coffin. On November 15th, I will personally send you on your way."
Chen Jiuyang uttered this fierce threat that terrified countless people, then turned and quickly departed.
Immediately, Fengcheng was shaken.
Feng Province was shaken.
Shu Mountain was shaken.