Upon hearing that his lifespan was about to end, Zhang Quan felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck his heart, and he immediately began to tremble uncontrollably.

But deep down, he still clung to a sliver of hope, unwilling to believe that these two guys who seemed to have emerged from the underworld were actually underworld officials.

He forced himself to raise the gleaming sword in his hand, the tip of which swayed precariously towards Chen Zhennan, whose face was cold and gloomy. The hand holding the sword, however, swayed as if it were a candle flickering in the wind.

Zhang Quan swallowed hard, feeling as if a stone was stuck in his throat. His voice was dry as he asked, "Who...who exactly are you people? If you dare to play tricks on me, humph! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Although he threatened so fiercely, his voice sounded weak and feeble, like a paper tiger bluffing.

Looking at his disheveled state, terrified out of his wits, Chen Zhennan curled his lips into a disdainful sneer, then flung the still-dripping bloody head in his hand at Zhang Quan's feet with a thud.

The sound was like a thunderclap in the eerily silent inner courtyard, startling Zhang Quan so much that he almost collapsed to the ground.

Chen Zhennan stretched out his blood-stained hand, slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist, aimed it at Zhang Quan's legs, and fired two shots without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots, like the roar of demons, instantly shattered the oppressive silence.

Zhang Quan let out a shrill scream and knelt on the ground with a thud. The excruciating pain from his legs felt like countless steel needles piercing his bone marrow at the same time. The piercing pain twisted his face into an unrecognizable shape, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

At this moment, the fear in his heart surged like a tidal wave. He was absolutely convinced that the two people in front of him were the underworld officials, and he hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy like a pestle being pounded.

"Lord of the Underworld, spare my life! Spare my life..."

Chen Zhennan walked slowly and heavily to Zhang Quan, each step feeling as if it were treading on Zhang Quan's heart.

Chen Zhennan's eyes were as cold as ice blades as he spoke in a voice that could almost tear the air apart: "Zhang Quan, you wicked villain who has committed countless atrocities, disregarded human life, and preyed on the people, your lifespan has come to an end. If you know what's good for you, write down your crimes, and I might grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I will make you taste the agony of being torn to pieces and subjected to slow slicing, leaving you wishing for death but unable to live!"

These words were like a bucket of ice-cold water, extinguishing the last spark of resistance in Zhang Quan's heart.

He dragged his bloodied legs, pierced by bullets, back into the house like a stray dog.

The two women inside screamed in fright. Chen Zhennan pointed to the door, and the two women ran out like madmen.

Zhang Quan took the paper and pen, his hands still trembling violently. He knelt on the ground and began to write down his crimes in a shaky voice.

With each stroke of the pen, the various evil deeds I had committed would surface in my mind, filling my heart with remorse and fear.

After finishing writing, Zhang Quan held the indictment in both hands as if it were his own lifeblood, crawled to Chen Zhennan, and kept kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, saying with tears streaming down his face, "Lord of the Underworld, I know I was wrong. I will definitely reform myself from now on, love the people like my own children, and never oppress the good again. I beg you, Lord of the Underworld, to give me another chance!"

Chen Zhennan accepted the charge sheet expressionlessly, without even glancing at it, as if he were accepting a worthless piece of waste paper.

Chen Zhennan beckoned, and Yan Shiyu expressionlessly threw the long sword in front of Zhang Quan. With a clang, the sword hit the ground, startling Zhang Quan so much that he trembled.

Zhang Quan shakily reached out and picked up the long sword, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand.

He gripped the knife handle with his hand, the blade pointed at his neck, his eyes filled with despair and fear, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.

Chen Zhennan stared at him grimly, his voice low and menacing, as if from the depths of hell: "If you don't commit suicide, then don't blame me for being ruthless. The punishment of being torn to pieces awaits you right before your eyes."

Zhang Quan was caught in an extreme internal struggle, as if two demons were fiercely battling within him.

On one hand, there was the fear of death, and on the other hand, there was the fear of the torture of being sliced ​​to pieces.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and his lips trembled incessantly.

Finally, after a period of agonizing inner torment, as if he had made up his mind, he closed his eyes tightly and forcefully slashed the blade across his neck.

Instantly, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground in front of him red, and his body slowly collapsed.

Zhang Quan lay on the ground like a felled, withered tree, but he was still clinging to life and had not yet died completely.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, like two dried-up ancient wells, helplessly twitching on the ground. The cold shadow of death had already enveloped him, and he could only silently wait for the Grim Reaper's scythe to fall.

Just then, a faint smile crept onto Chen Zhennan's lips, a smile that carried a hint of coldness and a touch of mockery.

He slowly squatted down and, in front of Zhang Quan, leisurely took off his costume. Then, Chen Zhennan gently wiped the makeup off his face with the costume.

When he finally revealed his true colors, Zhang Quan, who had been heartbroken and lifeless, was struck as if by a thunderbolt, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Those eyes instantly filled with shock, fear, and disbelief.

Zhang Quan was extremely familiar with the face of the person in front of him. He never imagined that the underworld official who had forced him to commit suicide would be Chen Zhennan!

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