My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

In the empty, abandoned boiler room.

There was utter silence.

Everyone was frozen in place, staring transfixed at the figure shrouded in raging flames.

With his eyes tightly closed, Chen Yu quietly felt the temperature of the blood on his body surface for a while before opening his pure white eyes. He grasped his left little finger with his right hand and gently snapped it.

"Click!"

The little finger joint popped back into place.

"Plop." The cigarette fell from the man in glasses' hand. His mouth agape, dirty blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he stuttered, "Tra...tra...tra...tra...tra...tra..."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Shut up," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Gulp!" The man in glasses immediately shut his mouth, swallowing the liquid inside.

But there is a conservation of everything.

With "water" entering from above, it had to be expelled from below.

Not long after, the trousers of the man in glasses were soaked with urine.

"Clang!"

"Clash——"

The remaining three thugs dropped their weapons and retreated in utter terror.

Chen Yu moved slightly, leaving a trail of afterimages as he grabbed the shoulder of a tall thug and disassembled it effortlessly as if dismantling blocks.

"Ah...ah...ahhhh——"

The tall thug's eyes bulged out as he screamed in agony, instinctively trying to cover his wound with his other hand.

But the next second, that hand was also disassembled like blocks.

Accompanied by inhuman screeches, the tall thug was quickly reduced to pieces.

"Scattered" all over the ground.

"No... don't... don't kill me..."

The other two thugs turned to flee.

One of them, however, due to weakening legs, took only one step before falling to the ground.

"Snap!"

Chen Yu's figure flickered again.

He caught the thug attempting to run and picked up the one who had collapsed on the ground, slamming the two together face to face!

"Crunch——"

Blood and flesh splattered!

The two thugs instantly flattened into two dimensions.

Casually discarding the two flat puddles, Chen Yu, still engulfed in flames, slowly walked toward the man in glasses.

"Si...si...sir..." the man in glasses panted rapidly, terror-stricken and kneeling down, "I... I..."

"Sit," Chen Yu said flatly.

Regaining some composure from his fear, the man in glasses hurriedly scrambled and rolled onto a wooden chair, "Sir, I was wrong... Don't kill me... We... we're together! I'm your dog, sir... sir..."

Ignoring the other's nonsense, Chen Yu squatted down, took out some paper and a pen from a torn pocket on the ground, and handed them to the man in glasses.

"Sir... what... what is this..."

"Write," Chen Yu said, his face expressionless, his eyes a ghastly pale, "All the higher-ups of your company, names, addresses. Including the two women responsible for claims on the first floor."

"Write! I'll write! Sir, I'll write!" the man in glasses trembled as he took the pen, writing crookedly on the paper, "They... they all deserve to die indeed! I... I've suffered so long!"

"Say one more word, and I break a finger."

"Understood... understood..."

"Four words." Chen Yu kicked aside the obstructing corpses and then stepped on the man in glasses' footplate.

"Crunch!"

"Ah——"

"'Ah' counts too." Chen Yu stepped again.

"Crunch!"

"..." The man in glasses' eyes nearly popped out, his face turning red from strain. It took him a long while to barely suppress the pain that pierced his soul.

"Continue writing."

"Mm...mmmmm." The man in glasses, drenched in sweat, grimaced and nodded repeatedly, then continued writing.

About five minutes later.

He held the pen, shakily offering up the paper.

Chen Yu glanced over it indifferently, "Are you drawing talismans here?"

"Mm...mm...mmmm..."

"Speak up!!"

"But you told me not to speak!"

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"Nine words!" Chen Yu raged, the flames around him boiling ever more fiercely as he harshly stomped on the other foot of the man in glasses.

"Thud!"

The force was so intense it even drove the foot ankle deep into the tile below.

"Ah!!"

"Thud!" Chen Yu stomped down like thunder again!

"Mm——"

The man in glasses, his eyes nearly splitting, covered his mouth in terror. His nostrils bled from "high pressure."

"Rewrite it," Chen Yu said emotionlessly. "If I can't understand it again, I'll crush your skull."

"Mm—mmmmm—"

The man in glasses nodded frantically, his face streaming with sweat.

After nearly a minute of enduring, the overwhelming pain slowly subsided.

Panting heavily, he placed the paper on his thigh, picked up the pen again, and with his other hand gripped tight around his wrist, he wrote stroke by stroke.

He wrote more than thirty lines of text.

"Now, write down all the corporate assets of Henghui Group, including power plants, chemical plants, processing plants as well."

Soon, several more lines appeared on the paper.

Picking up the paper, Chen Yu scanned it from top to bottom, "That's it."

"Mmmmmm!" the man in glasses nodded quickly.

"Good." Chen Yu put away the paper and squatted down, keeping eye level with the man, "Now, I'm going to ask you a question. Answer correctly, and you live. Answer wrongly, and you die."

The man in glasses: "..."

Chen Yu: "You can speak now."

"Si...si...sir you... you ask..."

"Please," Chen Yu stood up, "Whose world is this."

"Yours! Yours!" the man in glasses shrieked, shouting loudly, "It all belongs to you!"

"Click!"

Chen Yu's slightly cooled anger surged anew! He fiercely struck the man in glasses' left shoulder.

"Ah——"

"Wrong answer. I'll give you another chance. Whose world is this."

"Transcendent... Transcendent, sirs..."

"Click!"

Chen Yu grew even angrier! He struck the man in glasses' right shoulder!

"Aaaaahhhhh——"

"Wrong answer! Whose world is this."