Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Chapter 54 Violent Aesthetics: Yandere Male Ghost Top VS Arrogant, Sharp-tongued, Wealthy Human Bott

These two seemingly casual words were like a heavy blow to the old man's head, causing him so much pain that he almost fainted. Yet, the pain in his body constantly forced him to stay awake.

Now that he sees this face, what is there left for him not to understand?

The humiliation of being fooled and manipulated made him so angry that he finally coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The old man's eyes turned mad as he repeated frantically, "I'm going to kill you, kill you all."

"Tsk." Shang Shi covered his ears, somewhat displeased, and said, "If you say that, I'm really going to get angry."

Shang Shi re-taped his mouth shut, then walked to the table and selected a scalpel.

He turned his head to look at the old man, his eyes revealing the most extreme and sinister malice.

Like a venomous snake coiling around him, that gaze was fixed on the old man, as if it could strangle him in an instant if the prey made the slightest move.

As Shang Shi sliced ​​the flesh off his arm, he calmly said, "Don't you remember this house? You're the one who drove my father to his death here."

"After all this time, I didn't expect you to still remember what he looked like. It's really touching."

The old man trembled in pain and struggled violently.

But when he struggled, the cut went astray.

Shang Shi calmly warned, "Don't move. If you cut a vital blood vessel, you'll die."

Whether it was the blood stimulating his eyes or not, Shang Shi felt his blood boiling and shouted at him to hurry up and finish off the person in front of him.

He suppressed the terrifying agitation in his heart and suddenly smiled to comfort him: "My cooking is very good, don't be afraid, and don't move around, okay?"

"Don't you like being stabbed? If not, I can consider giving you a different tool later."

“Let’s continue. Where were we…” Shang Shi thought for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, “Yes, you drove Shang Yu’s father to his death, so Xiao Ming’s father also died.”

The scalpel completely removed a very thin piece of the old man's skin and flesh.

He was sweating profusely, wishing he could faint immediately, but his body was even more excited and his mind was unusually clear.

Before this, Shang Shi was worried that he wouldn't be able to withstand it, so he gave him an injection to ensure that he would remain conscious when he was stabbed.

That thing is usually used by the Alliance to deal with heinous criminals.

Seeing that he hadn't fainted, Shang Shi was very satisfied, even in a good mood, and started talking to him about some things.

"I don't mind telling you, I didn't want to go back with the people you sent in the first place, so I went along with it and gave my brother the pendant that proved his identity. Of course, the paternity test you made was also tampered with by the people around me."

Before Jiang Xiaoming committed suicide for love, he erased all of Shang Shi's information, giving him the right to choose.

Whether to return to the Jiang residence or choose freedom, it's up to Shang Shi to decide.

Shang Yu's father said that freedom is the most beautiful thing in the world. On his last birthday, he made a wish: that Shang Yu would have freedom when he grew up.

Therefore, Shang Shi ultimately chose freedom.

Jiang Xiyu, because of his greed at that time, became the one who was pushed into hell by Shang Shi.

In retrospect, the day he reunited with Jiang Xiyu was just an ordinary night for Shang Shi.

It was dark, bloody, and as usual.

Before Shang Shi was even ready, he was greeted by the first ray of sunlight that shone on him after he climbed out of hell.

Jiang Xiyu appeared out of nowhere.

From that moment on, he became the sun.

Shang Shi found it strange more than once. He had approached Jiang Xiyu with the intention of teasing his prey, but he was unconsciously attracted to him.

So every day after he fell in love, he thought about him, wanted to hug him, wanted to kiss him, wanted to tell him, it's okay, I can help you get everything you want.

Until he saw Jiang Xiyu injured with his own eyes.

……

Shang Shi paused, his hand holding the knife, as if his thoughts had fallen into some strange state.

He suddenly muttered to himself, "But now, I really regret it."

"If I had known, I would have gone back by myself. At least someone like me is used to being in hell. Brother, you are not suited to be in hell at all."

"It's all because of you! Why do you have to control other people's lives and manipulate my brother's life?"

"Is it not enough to use your own son as a pawn? Do you also want to manipulate your grandson?"

It's really infuriating.

Suddenly, Shang Shi's expression changed slightly. He seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of excitement and joy appeared on his face.

He gave the old man a kind smile, his lips red and teeth white: "In that case, can you make the decision to let my brother marry me?"

"If you make him marry me, I'll let you live for two more minutes, okay?"

Old man: “…”

"Haven't you been looking for me all this time?"

"I'm the omega that my brother is keeping."

"So, are you happy to hear this news?"

The old man was already furious with the constant stream of messages; the anger simmering in his chest made his face turn a deep purplish-red.

The old man's blushing was more effective than any form of torture.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shang Shi got up, feeling rather bored, and then went to get a black briefcase.

"Do you know what this is?" Shang Shi opened the briefcase, which was full of light blue AO reagents.

He took out a reagent, and the eerie blue light reflected on his fingertips and bloodied skin, creating an inexplicably strange beauty.

Shang Shi recalled, "Seeing this reminds me of how sexy my brother looked that day. It really makes me so excited."

He drew the medicine into the syringe, and seeing the old man's eyes filled with tears from the shock, he became even happier: "These are things I prepared especially for you today."

Shang Shi stood up, walked behind the old man, and pressed the old man's head forward firmly, exposing the most vulnerable gland of the Alpha.

With the needle tip aimed at the gland, Shang Shi applied slight pressure with his thumb, and a few drops of medicine fell onto the old man's loose, wrinkled skin.

The tip pierced through, and the reagent was pushed in until the syringe was empty. Shang Shi's smile broadened: "Give it a try, good luck!"

"No no no!"

Struggling, roaring, screaming, or in pain.

And the nauseating pheromones of the Alphas that spread throughout the dilapidated villa filled the entire space.

Shang Shi's disdainful smile faded. He held an axe in his left hand and a knife in his right, preparing to continue, when suddenly, amidst the commotion, a familiar, cold voice called out: "Shang Shi!"

Shang Shi stood frozen in place, thinking he was hallucinating. After shaking his head, the voice suddenly became crystal clear again.

"Shang Shi, stop!"