“Damn it! You bastard!” Looking at Taketoyu’s arrogant look, Ryuen was so angry that he wanted to go up and beat Taketoyu up, but was held back by Ayanokouji Kiyotaka’s arm.

“Don’t worry, I expected it!” Ayanokouji Kiyotaka took out another recorder from his pocket.

“Then I wonder if you have planted a Trojan virus in this recorder?”

Wu Douyu’s pupils shrank suddenly, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“You…you guys! Don’t hand this recording to the school. I…I don’t want to go to jail!”

Takeuchi looked at Ryuuen and Ayanokouji Kiyotaka with a pleading expression on his face.

“Hahaha, sure! All you have to do is kneel down and lick my shoes, and I won’t hand this recording over to the school. How about that?” Long Yuan stretched out his shoes with a ferocious smile on his face.

He must inflict upon Wu Douyu everything that he had suffered, a hundred times, a thousand times.

Wu Douyu bit his lips tightly, feeling conflicted.

“Hey, what are you thinking about! Come here and lick my shoes!” Looking at Wu Douyu’s extremely humiliated appearance, Long Yuan felt refreshed in his heart!

Seeing Ryuen thinking he had won, Wu Douyu said with a chuckle:

“In fact, it will be useless even if you hand this recording over to the school!”

“Aren’t you curious about why the school didn’t dare to call the police and openly investigate who hacked into the school system after I hacked into it?”

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka pondered for a while and said:

“Did you find any confidential documents of this school, or some black material about the top leaders?”

Wu Douyu nodded.

“That’s right. I’m holding a huge bomb in my hand. As long as I move my hands, this school will blow up, and none of those so-called managers and senior executives will be able to escape!”

“So, I might really go to jail then, but… you two definitely won’t be any better off!”

“Because… I will tell the higher-ups that you two also know some of their dirty laundry!”

“When the time comes, haha, you two will definitely die more miserably than I did!”

“Jiejiejiejie…”

After hearing what Takeuchi said, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka fell into deep thought.

“Hmph, do you think I will believe your nonsense? This school is a public school! How could there be any dirty secrets in it! Stop trying to scare me! I won’t be fooled!” Long Yuan frowned and snorted coldly.

“Haha, don’t you know that the opposite of white is black?” Wu Douyu shrugged indifferently, looked at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, and said:

“Come on! Make your choice!”

“Will you die with me? Or will you go your separate ways?”

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka pondered for a while before looking up at Takeuchi.

“I didn’t expect you’ve even thought of a way out!”

“Haha, there’s nothing we can do about it!” Wu Douyu smiled.

“Ayanokouji! Don’t be fooled by him! He can’t possibly have any so-called black material in his hands!” Ryuuen shouted with a frown.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka ignored Ryuen and slowly walked up to Takeuchi. In front of him, he took out the memory card of the recorder in his hand and broke it in half.

“Do you need to search me to see if I have any other recording devices?” Ayanokouji Kiyotaka opened his arms and looked at Takeuchi calmly.

“No need, of course I trust Ayanokouji-san!” Takeuchi chuckled.

When Ryuen saw that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka had actually broken the memory card, he was so angry that the veins on his arms popped out, and he shouted at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka:

“Ayanokouji! You bastard! How dare you betray me!”

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka shook his head at Ryuuen.

“Betrayal? Ryuuen, I think you made a mistake. Now that I have found the real murderer, the cooperation between you and me is over!”

“Ayanokōji! You liar!” Ryuuen roared at Ayanokōji and rushed towards him with his fists raised.

As a result! He was knocked to the ground by Brother Lu in just a few moves!

“Liar! You bunch of liars! I paid so much and got such a result! Ah! I don’t accept it! I don’t accept it!” Long Yuan lay on the ground with a ferocious expression.

Looking at Long Yuan’s funny appearance, Wu Douyu felt that this farce should be over, so he walked forward, lifted his neck directly, and hit him hard just below the back of his head.

Long Yuan rolled his eyes and fainted.

Wu Douyu took out his cell phone, took more than ten photos of the fallen Long Yuan, and then posted Long Yuan’s location on a social software. He was also considerate enough to add a QR code to Long Yuan’s private parts.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who was standing by, naturally also saw what Gotoyu did.

I couldn’t help but feel scared. Fortunately, I surrendered early, otherwise, who knows who would be lying on the ground.

“Should I call you Butou or V now?” Ayanokouji Kiyotaka asked.

“Haha, Qinglong, you can just call me Yu!” Wu Dou Yu said with a smile.

“Ah? Yu? When did our relationship become so close?”

“Hey, wouldn’t it be better if men spend more time together? Kiyotaka!”

“Uh (ˉ―ˉ?)! Then can you tell me what you have been through that has turned you into what you are now?”

“Qinglong, are you curious about what happened to me?”

“Well, I am indeed a little curious!”

“Then… next… I will tell you… what the price of becoming a devil is!”

[Volume 5: What is the price of becoming a devil? ]

Chapter 136 What is the price of becoming a demon (1)

My name is Wu Douyu. I was born in a very backward village next to a very remote county town.

My mother was a very cowardly woman, and my… no, he was not worthy of being called a father.

He is an alcoholic, a gambler, a domestic violence scum!

Moreover, his left foot was lame, and he walked like a duck that had just learned to walk. If he walked a little faster, he would fall to the ground accidentally.

In the morning he would go to the south of the village to play cards for entertainment, in the afternoon he would go to the county town to drink, and in the evening he would return home to beat my mother and me.

And today, he acted as usual, playing cards in the morning, drinking in the afternoon, and returning home in the evening to gain a little sense of accomplishment as a human being through violence against my mother and me.

Perhaps it was because he lost too much playing cards today, or maybe it was because he drank too much today, he looked much more irritable than usual.

He kicked the table in front of him violently, overturning the cutlery on the table, which scattered all over the floor, making a harsh noise.

When the mother saw his furious look, her body began to tremble uncontrollably and she looked at him with a painful and pleading expression on her face.

However, he grabbed his mother’s hair and pressed her head against the wall, repeatedly hitting the wall that was already stained with blood.

His mother’s cries for mercy continued to stimulate his already active brain nerves.

His next actions seemed even more brutal and cruel.

I stood there quietly, looking at the scene in front of me.

This kind of thing repeats itself day after day, and I have become somewhat numb to it. No, maybe it would be better to use the word “habit”.

He clearly seemed to be more emotional today than usual.

After he gained a sense of accomplishment from his mother, he walked towards me.

I raised my head and looked at him quietly.

I did not beg for mercy from him as painfully as my mother did, nor did I plead with him to stop beating me as humbly as my mother did.

What we do have is just an indescribable calmness and indifference.

But my behavior angered him again.

Maybe he wanted too much to gain a sense of accomplishment from me.

So he took a knife from the kitchen and yelled that he was going to kill me, the bastard.

Looking at his ferocious face and the knife held high.

I didn’t dodge out of fear. I just stood there quietly, looking at him as if he wanted to kill me.

Oh, I thought I would die like this.

But unexpectedly, the cowardly mother pounced on him and pushed him to the ground.

Clang.

The sound of the knife falling to the ground and his angry roar.

He seemed to have not expected that his mother would resist him, the overlord, so he picked up the knife and chopped at his mother’s little finger.

Red paint flowed on the yellowed floor.

The mother also let out a cry of pain.

He looked at his mother’s frightened and scared expression, and a smile of victory appeared on his face.

He threw the knife aside and strangled his mother’s neck with both hands.

He looked at his mother’s painful expression and an expression of enjoyment appeared on his face.

He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being able to dominate other people’s lives.

I looked at my mother’s painful face as she was about to suffocate.

She stared straight at the man in front of her. This time, there was no fear or terror in her eyes. Instead, there was joy and relief.

Looking at him with his back to me, I slowly picked up the knife on the ground.

He came up behind him and stabbed him in the neck.

In an instant, the boiling hot blood spread all over the small room of less than 5 square meters.

He covered his neck tightly and looked back at me with a shocked expression.

He seemed to have never expected that my son, who never liked to talk, would one day stab himself with a knife.

He covered his neck with one hand and staggered towards me.