Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 180 You Deserve to Die (1)

Even though Song Yan had prepared herself mentally, she still couldn't help but tremble when she saw this scene.

His once somewhat youthful face was now twisted and grotesque.

His eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent.

Fuck you.

The place was filthy.

One by one, the women seemed to have lost their minds and their hope.

The bruises on their skin, the twisted limbs, and the patches of filth. The filthy environment, the nauseating stench, and the dozens of naked Japanese pirate corpses... everything told the story of what had happened here.

It was like a living hell.

They are indeed a bunch of disgusting beasts. No matter what time or era, the existence of this race is like a mistake that was accidentally born out of the world.

Never before has the thought of invading Japan, destroying its country, and exterminating its people been so strong.

Perhaps, the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) is the best ending for those people.

Not to mention Song Yan, even Luo Tianyang and Luo Tianquan beside him had icy expressions, their slightly trembling bodies clearly revealing the intense killing intent within them. They even regretted that those Japanese pirates had died too easily; they should have handed them over to Liang Qiaofeng to deal with. With Liang Qiaofeng's methods, she would surely make them regret ever being born.

Song Yan let out a heavy breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and then turned to the two guards and said, "Go and get some clothes."

The two guards nodded and quickly turned to leave.

Song Yan turned his back, no longer looking at the miserable scene inside the thatched hut. Only his eyes appeared exceptionally cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he wanted to freeze everything in sight.

Although Song Yan's gaze wasn't on him, Horikawa Sousuke still felt a chill run down his spine. He tried his best to appear normal, but his body still trembled uncontrollably, and his head drooped even lower.

The only thing that Horikawa Sousuke felt fortunate about was that Song Yan hadn't noticed him yet.

No one spoke.

The scene was extremely quiet.

Gradually, the woman inside the thatched hut seemed to realize that these people had no intention of harming her. The woman who had been screaming in terror gradually quieted down and secretly looked at the people outside the door with fearful yet hopeful eyes.

But most of them remained as blank as ever, their facial expressions showing no change whatsoever, like walking corpses.

After a long while, a woman gritted her teeth and forced her weary body to stand up. Her legs swayed as she nearly fell, but she managed to stay upright. A companion beside her was startled and tried to grab her, but the woman broke free. Taking a breath, she staggered towards the door. Hearing footsteps, Song Yan turned around. The woman was in her thirties; she had originally been quite attractive, but now her face was covered in bruises, making her look somewhat ferocious.

It looked like he had been punched hard in the corner of his eye; there was a tear at the corner of his eye, and one eye was bloodshot and bright red.

He was barely covered in a tattered piece of cloth, which barely covered his vital parts. One of his legs was broken, and he walked with a limp.

She could tell that Song Yan was the highest-ranking person among them. She glanced at him briefly and then looked away, making sure not to make him feel uncomfortable. Then, she bit her lip, mustered all her courage, and asked, "Sir, are you from the Central Plains?"

hoarse voice.

Song Yan desperately tried to control his anger and said in a gentle tone, "Yes, we are from Ningguo."

"The Japanese pirates on the island have all been killed."

"Are you the only ones who were kidnapped to Snake Island? Are there any others? We'll take you home."

Song Yan slightly activated his inner strength, and his voice echoed in the thatched hut, reaching everyone's ears.

I'll take you home!
Ever since she was abducted to this island, she has longed to go home, but the long passage of time has gradually eroded her hope.

Who would have thought that when they were on the verge of despair, they would hear the words "go home"?

The woman trembled, her skin breaking out in a dense layer of goosebumps. Her expression went out of control, and two streams of clear tears rolled down her dirty cheeks. She bit her lip, her lips trembled, and strange sounds seemed to come from her throat. Finally, she could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

It was as if they wanted to release all the torment they had endured for so long.

The woman's cries infected the others in the thatched hut, and gradually, more and more people began to cry out.

Faintly, one could even hear some mournful cries: "Finally, I can go home."

"Beasts, they are all beasts."

"Dead, finally dead."

"Why, why did you only come now..."

Even after hearing they could go home, many of the women remained motionless, like dolls, their eyes devoid of any light; their hearts were probably dead. Perhaps some of their inner pain was finally released, for the women's cries gradually subsided, turning into sobs.

Seeing that the woman had calmed down a bit, Song Yan spoke again: "Are there any other people who were kidnapped on the island?"

The woman shook her head and said, "No, all the women who were kidnapped are kept here."

“There used to be a lot of people here, more than a thousand at its peak, but many have died in recent days. Some were tortured to death, some were made into jerky for disobeying, and some committed suicide…”

Song Yan slowly exhaled. In the end, he had arrived too late. If he had arrived earlier, he might have been able to save more people.

The guards who had left earlier returned, bringing a few more people with them. Each of them carried a large bundle on their backs, filled with various clothes and fabrics. At times like this, one couldn't care less about formalities; having something to cover oneself was already a good thing.

"Let's get dressed first," Song Yan said.

The woman waved inside, and after a brief hesitation, several more women came over to distribute the clothes. Just then, one of the women suddenly trembled, her face turning deathly pale, her eyes wide as she stared intently at Horikawa Sousuke, who was bending over. A few seconds later, the woman could no longer contain herself; a scream erupted as she lunged forward like a madwoman, grabbing Horikawa Sousuke's hair with both hands: "It's you, it's you, it's you..."

The woman seemed to have lost the ability to speak normally; only these two words remained from her mouth.

Sharp fingernails scratched at Horikawa Sousuke's face, tearing out strips of flesh. She even used her teeth, biting hard at the flesh on Horikawa Sousuke's shoulder. In a short time, the fabric was torn, and a piece of flesh was ripped off.

Horikawa Sousuke's face contorted in pain, but he dared not put up any resistance.

He kept cursing his bad luck in his heart, thinking, "Damn it, I actually ran into someone who knows me."

Song Yan's extremely cold gaze swept over Horikawa Sousuke, then turned to the woman from before: "What's going on here?"

The woman's gaze toward Horikawa Sousuke was filled with hatred and pain: "This man is a madman, a pervert. He loves to torture people. Cui Niu's sister was tortured to death by him. When she died, her body was covered with knife wounds, and there wasn't even a piece of intact skin left."

"He knocked out all his teeth, even his fingernails..."

The chill emanating from Song Yan grew stronger.

Horikawa Sousuke felt a chill run down his spine and his face turned deathly pale. He knew that death was fast approaching and he had to prove his worth as soon as possible, or he was doomed.

Overwhelmed by intense fear, Horikawa Sousuke screamed, "My lord, I... I know where Skull Island and Shark Island are. Kamejima Masao and Furukawa Masanori must also have secret rooms and hidden money. I can lead you to these places, please don't kill me..."

He was scared.

He regretted it.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I would never have laid a hand on that timid, fourteen-year-old girl.

Song Yan remained silent, but silently drew a curved knife from the waist of a guard beside him, and then slowly walked towards Horikawa Sousuke. Every step seemed to pound heavily on Horikawa Sousuke's heart, making Horikawa Sousuke feel that death was approaching.

“My lord, you…you wanted to kill the Japanese, didn’t you? I…I know a safe sea route that can take us to Japan. There are millions of Japanese living there. These are all merits, enough to elevate your title to Duke.”

Horikawa Sousuke screamed again:

"I...I once saw the Japanese emperor from afar, and that woman was very beautiful..."

In order to survive, Horikawa Sousuke began to sell everything he could.

The entire Japanese people, and even the Emperor.

However, Song Yan's gaze remained as cold and indifferent as ever, devoid of any warmth, his lips moving slightly.
"You...damn it!"

The next instant, with a whoosh, the curved blade swept horizontally.

(End of this chapter)