Free Web NovelChapter 1218: Chapter 33: Temptation
In the courtyard, Su Xiao signaled to Bu Bu Wang and A Mu, and the dog and bull quickly understood his intention.
Su Xiao was holding Dunk Nik’s head as he slowly walked forward, targeting the undead holding the wide-bladed dagger.
This undead had already been turned into a sieve by the Counter Shield and fallen silent, seemingly dead, but Su Xiao had not received a kill notification.
As if sensing the encirclement by Su Xiao, Bu Bu Wang, and A Mu, the eyes of the undead lying on the ground opened.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The undead coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood and struggled to stand up. The nearest one, A Mu, leaped into the air, assuming a crushing posture.
Bam!
A Mu sat heavily on the undead, a crisp sound of breaking bones was heard, and the undead rolled his eyes and passed out.
Su Xiao quickly approached and used the Eye of the Apostle to check the undead’s vital signs, confirming the undead had fainted, and learned the opponent’s name was Sajia.
In the past, Su Xiao would have cut the opponent’s throat with one swift motion, but the current situation was different.
Su Xiao still had a hidden side mission. If he couldn’t find out who killed the Little Princess within three days, not only would he lose his position as Iron Hand, but he also couldn’t stay in the Royal Capital.
Therefore, every living member of the Undead Clan was crucial. As long as he could pry open their mouths, the hidden side mission could be swiftly completed.
Su Xiao signaled A Mu to tidy up the courtyard and imprison the unconscious undead.
He tossed the head in his hand to Bu Bu Wang and picked up a severed arm from the ground—this was a forearm he had cut off earlier, belonging to Dunk Nik. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Dusting off his clothes, Su Xiao headed towards the underground interrogation room.
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With a creak, the rusty iron door of the underground interrogation room swung open.
On the X-shaped metal rack, the undead sister Ilde hung her head low. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, she lifted her head for a glance and then lowered it again.
Thud.
A severed forearm was thrown in front of Ilde, freshly cut with blood seeping from the wound.
Seeing the forearm, Ilde pursed her lips, feeling that the enemy’s intimidation tactics were quite ’childish.’ Ilde had personally killed 99 enemies—what was a single arm...
Suddenly, Ilde’s thoughts were interrupted when she noticed some features of the forearm.
On the web between the thumb and forefinger, there was a very noticeable cross-shaped scar in green, resembling a tattoo, but actually a unique scar from being injured by a thorn vine in the Dark Moon Marsh.
Seeing this scar, an elder’s face flashed in Ilde’s mind, her eyes widening as she closely examined every detail of the severed arm.
Several seconds later, Ilde confirmed the identity of the arm’s owner, and tears started welling up in her eyes.
"Master..."
Ilde’s lips trembled, tears rolling from her eyes.
"No need to mourn, Dunk Nik isn’t dead yet; consider this arm a greeting gift."
Su Xiao dragged a chair over and sat in front of Ilde. Ilde raised her head, her tear-filled eyes fixed intently on Su Xiao.
"What have you done to him!"
Ilde struggled desperately, but with her strength, she couldn’t break free from the X-shaped metal rack’s restraints.
"He came to rescue you, the outcome is obvious."
Su Xiao lit a cigarette.
"Actually, it doesn’t matter to me whether you all live or die. The Old Lion issued a death order: either find the culprit behind the Princess’s death, or I’d be removed from my position as Iron Hand in three days. Two choices.
Now, you listen while I speak. For every unnecessary word you utter, I’ll have someone dismantle a ’part’ from Dunk Nik."
Of course, Su Xiao was deceiving Ilde. Whether from a personal standpoint or a faction perspective, the two sides were antagonistic. Ilde previously tried to kill Su Xiao, and her mentor Dunk Nik had the same intention.
If Su Xiao had been the one defeated today, he’d be the one undergoing interrogation, with the Undead Clan trying every means to extract the Kingdom’s secrets from him. And it wouldn’t be Bu Bu Wang or A Mu having their parts severed.
But Su Xiao won, and this was the victor’s right. In this brutal world, the strong rule.
Su Xiao’s words clearly worked as Ilde stopped speaking, merely staring intently at Su Xiao.
"First, you need to understand the current situation. I captured you and Dunk Nik, not the Royal Family, and there’s a fundamental difference."
Su Xiao wore a gentle smile, signaling that Ilde could now speak.
"What’s the difference? You’re all human."
"No, there’s a significant difference. If the Royal Family had captured you, you’d be dead without a doubt, because it involves power and position. But I’m different; I only want to know one thing: who orchestrated this from behind the scenes, in other words, who’s the real culprit in the Little Princess’s murder? That’s what I need to investigate. As for your lives, the Iron Hand Mansion is not the Kingdom Prison—you have a chance to ’escape.’
To put it plainly, tell me who’s pulling the strings, and I’ll let you go. Don’t think this is absurd; I care far more about the position of Iron Hand than the lives of three members of the Undead Clan.
Or perhaps you’ve found means to threaten me. The fact is, you leaking my agreement to let you leave must not be disclosed to anyone, and you betraying the planner must also remain a secret. Rather than going down in flames with them, I’m more inclined to grab hold of something over one another.
Your plan to assassinate the Old Lion has failed, and the one behind it will inevitably be held accountable. Instead of letting him return to the Dark Moon Marsh to face the Undead Clan’s judgement, better he be turned over to me. In exchange, you and your mentor’s lives will be spared."
Su Xiao stood up, walked to Ilde, and grabbed her face.
"You have your whole life ahead of you to enjoy. Speak up confidently; no one will know you leaked the secret. Later, I’ll let you ’rescue’ Dunk Nik, and even he won’t know what you told me."
Su Xiao’s smile grew even warmer, and Ilde’s breathing gradually became rapid.
"Human, I won’t believe you. Even in death, I won’t betray my kin."
Ilde’s hands reached for Su Xiao, and Su Xiao squeezed her cheeks harder.
"Believe it or not, I’ll rip your entire face off. Considering the Undead Clan’s aesthetic views... no, even by human standards, your appearance is quite beautiful. You don’t have to believe me; I’ll just help you take it off."
Su Xiao’s grip tightened, fine blood marks appearing on Ilde’s cheeks.
Would Su Xiao actually tear off Ilde’s face? Of course not. This was a tactic of mingling grace with threats—first giving a sweet candy (the hope of freedom), then delivering a hard stick.
