Chapter 345 - Five Years Later

Chapter 345: Five Years Later

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
They were savage and cruel and had inherited all the manic traits of the mutated plants and animals. They didn’t have any intelligence and only knew how to attack and kill humans.
Hence, the beastmen were undoubtedly a huge threat to mankind and had become the target of every base.
Xiao Mu bit on the bread harshly. “Who knows? We don’t have to care so much, just check out whether there is one or not.”
Xiao Mu was about to say something else when a large shadow came over him. He lifted his head and saw a pair of cold phoenix eyes.
“Excuse me…”
In the cold and damp room, there were squeaking sounds, followed by the low groans of a man and woman – it was clear what was going on inside.
“Oh, crap,” the man cursed softly, then kicked the woman onto the ground and glanced askance at it as he walked out.
The woman on the ground was in a daze. Her body was shriveled up and her skin was yellow. She had disheveled hair and she was so skinny that her cheeks were sunken in; at first glance, one would think that she was a ghost.
The door creaked open and a pair of long legs strode over, step by step, elegant and attractive.
Seeing the woman on the ground, the man’s peach blossom eyes were filled with disgust. He didn’t say a word, merely looked down at her.
The woman on the ground was Chuchu.
Her eyes shifted and she was still slightly breathing. Her voice was hoarse and sounded as awful as a crow as she begged, “Yun Huan, please, just kill me.”
Chuchu didn’t even know how many years it had been. She has been living a life worse than death these last few years. She still had a glimmer of hope in the beginning, but now she was just completely numb. She just wanted to die; living was too painful.
Yun Huan’s face was ice-cold, his facial features flawless and his peach blossom eyes were merciless. His pink lips were tightly pursed and the aura around him had gotten stronger, like that of an emperor.
No, he was an emperor indeed. The chief of the imperial base, Young Emperor Yun Huan.
“No, I will not kill you. I’ve told you before that I want you to live a life worse than death,” his low voice resounded, spitting out cold and ruthless words.
“Why, why won’t you let me go? I just want to die right now! That little b*tch has been dead for so long, why won’t you let me die with her?” Chuchu cried out crazily, a sinister look on her face.
Yun Huan’s face turned frosty in an instant as he warned her, “You’re asking for trouble.”
His long and slender fingers grabbed the air and Chuchu immediately felt her right arm being squeezed, as if something was pulling on it.
A sharp pain overcame her and soon her right arm was squashed into a pulp of meat. There wasn’t even any blood on the ground.
As Chuchu rolled on the ground in agony, Yun Huan spoke once again, hatred in his voice.
“Trying to agitate me? Tsk.”
Yun Huan was indifferent as he turned around. Chuchu could still hear that devil’s voice, ordering someone, “Watch her closely, and don’t let her die.”
Chuchu wanted to cry but she didn’t have any more tears left to shed.
Outside the room, Lin Qing was pacing around, a hint of worry flashing across his foxy eyes. He wanted to knock on the door but hesitated and put his hand down.
They knew how Boss felt. Ever since Qin Yi passed away five years ago, Boss had become colder and colder with each passing day, more and more inhuman.
Other than training vigorously, he would torture those two people every day.
However, it wasn’t so much torturing them; it was more like he was torturing himself.