Chapter 40 Chen Yu Died

"Director, don’t listen to his nonsense," the panicked neighbor helped the Director up, apologizing again and again, "He’s joking. I’m just an ordinary person, I don’t have any powers!"

"Look!" He excitedly took off his hat, revealing the title ’Useless Homebody’: "I’m just a piece of trash!"

"You haven’t awakened any abilities?" the Director asked, dumbfounded.

"You think I’m worthy?" the neighbor said with a mournful face.

"Old Liu," the Director straightened his back, put on a stern face, and looked at the duty elder, "What exactly happened here?"

"Director, it’s what he said," the old man decisively pointed at Chen Yu, "He said this guy awakened an ability. I thought it was no small matter, so I had to call you."

Only then did the Director become aware of Chen Yu’s presence, sizing him up briefly, "You say he is a Transcendent?"

"Correct," Chen Yu nodded.

The Director then looked back at the neighbor.

"But I’m not!" the fat neighbor quickly raised both hands.

"He himself said he’s not. You know better than the man himself?" the Director’s expression started to darken.

"Exactly," Chen Yu continued nodding, "Because I’m his dad, you see."

"Young comrade, falsely reporting awakened abilities is subject to administrative detention of no less than seven days," the Director said coldly, staring at Chen Yu.

"I’m not afraid. Hey, I was just messing with you."

"..." Seemingly never having encountered such an impudent person, the Director was startled for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Old Liu! Call security!"

"Right away!" The duty elder, enjoying the spectacle, immediately ran into the office, excitedly picked up the telephone, and called the security team.

Before long, four burly men rushed into the hall.

Two of them blocked the door.

The other two stepped forward.

"Director, what’s the matter?"

"Take control of these two, and then call the police. They’ve falsely reported the awakening of abilities," the Director said, with his hands behind his back and a blank expression.

"Yes," the two nodded, and looked towards Chen Yu and the fat neighbor.

Seeing that the neighbor was definitely not getting away, Chen Yu then stepped forward and whispered a few words into the Director’s ear.

The Director’s expression changed, "Really?"

"Definitely," Chen Yu nodded, pointing to the reception room, "Please, let me explain it to you in there."

After giving the fat neighbor a profound look, the Director did not hesitate much longer and walked into the reception room with Chen Yu, closing the door behind them.

The fat neighbor stood in place, swallowing his saliva with difficulty, then turned to leave.

"Don’t move!"

As expected, the doorwatching security stopped him.

The fat neighbor: "..."

"Chen Yu, you lunatic! Why didn’t you die in the hands of the gangsters!" the fat neighbor cried out with tears and snot.

Ever since his life crossed paths with this "man."

He’s never had a peaceful day again...

Time passed.

In the fat neighbor’s anxiety, the seconds ticked by.

Soon, the wood door of the reception room cracked open slightly, and the Director poked his head out, "Send in two men."

Two security guards immediately rushed in.

Afterward, a series of chilling screams came from inside the room!

"Ah—"

"No, no, no...!"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts—"

"My leg! My leg!"

"Stop, please stop..."

"Ah—"

It was Chen Yu’s voice.

The fat neighbor’s eyes widened in terror, and he turned to run, but the doorwatching security blocked him again.

"Ah—"

"That’s for spreading rumors!"

"Ah—"

"That’s for fighting back!"

"No..."

"For talking nonsense!"

"Help..."

"Knock out all his teeth!"

"Ah… mmph…"

The screams from the room grew fainter.

But the sounds of beating were becoming more intense.

"Mom, someone’s gonna die, aren’t they?" the duty elder panicked, rushing into the reception room, "Why did it get physical?"

The fat neighbor, his face pale and legs trembling, followed him in.

Upon entering the room, they saw Chen Yu tied to a chair, his face bruised and swollen with blood everywhere. His right arm and left leg hung limp, clearly broken.

Beside him, the two security guards each held a baton and continued to strike Chen Yu with them.

There was a dull "thud thud thud" with each beating.

Chen Yu’s nostrils and mouth kept bleeding, a classic case of more air going in than coming out.

"This… this…" the duty elder was flustered, "Stop! This could be manslaughter! Hey!"

"Don’t interfere," the Director stopped the duty elder, spitting out viciously, "He struck first; we’re acting in self-defense. Even if he dies, it’s on him."

"But... you can’t just kill someone!"

"Why can’t we?" The Director’s face darkened, "I say that fatso is a waste, and he deserves to even be mentioned in the same breath as a ’Transcendent’? All of a sudden, he lashed out at me, slapped me. Dares to hit me, damn it, isn’t that asking for death?"

Hearing this, the fat neighbor stood dumbfounded for a moment before catching on, and quickly ran up to pull the two security guards apart, "Stop! Stop it! You’ll kill him!"

"Get lost!" The security guard on the left pushed the neighbor away harshly and swung the baton straight into Chen Yu’s groin.

"Ah!!"

Chen Yu, who had been unconscious, let out another miserable scream.

The pain was so intense that even the neighbors felt a phantom ache.

"You’re breaking the law! Stop it!" the plump neighbor panicked, again pulling the two security guards apart. Then, with terror, he patted Chen Yu’s face, "Are you... are you alright? Hey?"

"...I..." Chen Yu, his face smeared with blood, struggled to open his eyes, first spitting out a mouthful of blood, then weakly said, "I... I messed up... sorry..."

"I’m calling 120 right now!" The plump neighbor fumbled for his cellphone in a panic, shaking as he dialed the emergency number.

For the first time in his life, he had seen someone so heavily wounded...

"No need..." Chen Yu lifted his right hand, trembling, to knock the phone away: "I... I... probably can’t be saved..."

The plump neighbor stammered, "Isn’t your right hand broken..."

Chen Yu: "..."

Immediately, Chen Yu’s right arm drooped, "Still... still connected by tendons..."

"Don’t talk!" the plump neighbor hurriedly picked up the phone, connected the emergency call: "Hello? Is this 120? There’s someone badly injured here! Hurry! At... at...

where is this? Ah! Right! The Supernatural Bureau’s Qingcheng Office! Next to Hongtukeng Police Station! Hurry!

He’s dying!"

After hanging up, the plump neighbor was anxious, "They’re on their way. Hang in there!"

"Thud!"

A security guard stepped forward and gave Chen Yu another savage blow with a baton.

"Fuck! Stop hitting him!" the plump neighbor pushed the aggressor away in distress: "He’s about to die! Are you even human?"

"Brother... sorry..." Chen Yu, head lowered, said weakly: "I... I just wanted... to arrange... a job for you... He said you were useless...

I couldn’t hold back..."

"But I am useless!" the neighbor tore off his hat: "I’m a complete and utter waste! What kind of fucking job can you introduce to me? Your head’s really fucked up!"

"You’re not useless..." Chen Yu struggled to raise his head, weakly managing a faint smile: "I know... you... you’re a good person."

"Just don’t talk right now, OK?"

"Let me speak... if I don’t... it’ll... it’ll be too late..." Chen Yu spit out another mouthful of blood, his words slurred: "Before... I didn’t mean to bother you... I just...

just wanted to be friends... but I didn’t know how... how to... get along with you..."

"You have a good heart..."

"And... you’re not useless... you learn everything... so fast..."

"... you’re a genius..."

"You shouldn’t keep playing the role of the [Useless Otaku]..."

"No one knows how outstanding you are... only I do..."

"I... I wanted you to have a better life..."

"I told him... that you’re capable... just... just in need of a job..."

"He..." Chen Yu, with his swollen eyes, looked towards the director: "He... he actually said you were just a waste... obviously... worthless..."

"But you’re a genius!" Chen Yu suddenly roared in anger: "He’s an outsider! He doesn’t know you at all! How dare he say that! Cough, cough, cough—"

"Brother, please stop talking." the plump neighbor, eyes brimming with tears, covered Chen Yu’s mouth: "You’ll be fine, the ambulance is almost here..."

"Fatty..." Chen Yu raised his right hand, felt something was wrong, then switched to his left, trembling, he raised it, touching the neighbor’s chubby face: "I really... wanted to be your friend... Are we... friends?"

"Yes! We are friends! True buddies!"

"...Thank you." tears welled up in Chen Yu’s eyes: "You... you... must take care... we..."

"We are..."

"Friends..."

"I’m... sorry..."

"For... not..."

"Helping you..."

The voice became softer and softer.

Chen Yu slowly bowed his head and stopped breathing.

The plump neighbor’s pupils shrank in shock.

"You..." the on-duty elder gasped for air in horror, looking at the director: "You’ve beaten him to death! He just came to find a job for a friend, right? You couldn’t possibly beat him to death for that?!"

"He slapped me. Look at this guy, definitely a nutcase, so killing him is nothing. You know my connections, it’s just the death of a civilian."

The director, with a grim face, grabbed a baton from one of the security guards, swung it with might, and struck Chen Yu’s chest savagely: "Is he playing dead?"

"Thump—"

Chen Yu remained motionless.

The plump neighbor’s eyes widened, waking from his dazed thoughts, he bellowed, "What the hell are you doing! He’s dead! He’s dead and you still hit him?!"

"Grab him," the director ordered with a wave of his hand.

The two security guards promptly pinned down the struggling plump neighbor.

"I want to make sure he’s dead." the director lifted the baton again and with a "thump" struck Chen Yu in the abdomen.

"So..."

"Thump!"

"I’ll..."

"Thump—"

"Hit..."

"Thump!"

"A few more times."

"Thump—"

In the blank gaze of the plump neighbor, the director kept hitting Chen Yu’s body with the baton, a cruel smile curling up on his lips: "Ordinary people, given a bit of legal recognition, and they start to think they’re something special."

"Clang."

Throwing down the baton, the director flexed his joints, carelessly waving his hand: "Keep hitting him, break all the bones in his body..."

"Roar—"

He hadn’t finished speaking when a roar, inhumane, echoed, and a blurred shadow flashed past at high speed!

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, the director flew into the air as if he were a rag doll, slamming against the ceiling, then crashing down heavily.

"Splat."

Blood spattered everywhere.

In his place stood a panting, plump figure engulfed in red flames.

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