# 1987
Chapter 1974: The Two-Footed Walking Smiling Black Mangy Dog
Lu Baoyou's blood-soaked hands trembled slightly. He wanted to save Su Yuan, but faced with injuries of this magnitude, what could he possibly do?
Fly back to Great Xia right now to find someone to save her? With Su Yuan in her current state, she probably only had a few dozen seconds of life left... How could she possibly survive until they reached Great Xia?
Watching Su Yuan's life force rapidly draining away, an unprecedented sense of helplessness surged through Lu Baoyou's heart.
It was the same as when Han Chuang and the others died... All he could do was stand there and watch, helpless to do anything.
"I..."
Lu Baoyou opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but not a single word could come out.
DONG—!!!
Just then, a piercing sonic boom rang out from the distance!
Su Yuan seemed to sense something. Her increasingly dimming mind suddenly turned to look into the distance—a figure cloaked in deep purple was approaching at an astonishing speed!
"Su Zhe?"
"Brother...?"
Seeing that deep purple cloak, both Lu Baoyou and Su Yuan froze in place. The latter's already dimmed eyes suddenly reignited with a glimmer of light, her expression filled with disbelief!
Shouldn't he be in the shelter in Cangnan City?
Why was he here?!
"SU YUAN!!" Su Zhe, mid-motion, spotted the severely injured and dying Su Yuan the moment he caught sight of her, and cried out in alarm.
He quickly stopped beside Su Yuan, his gaze falling on her bloodied, broken body, his expression turning grim!
"Lu Baoyou! What happened here?? Why is my sister like this? And... where are the others?" Su Zhe demanded, head snapping up.
Lu Baoyou lowered his head, speechless...
Su Zhe couldn't afford to continue questioning Lu Baoyou. All his attention was focused on his dying sister... He frantically tried to treat Su Yuan's wounds, but injuries of this severity were far beyond what they could handle. Blood quickly soaked both his hands.
"Su Yuan... Su Yuan! Sis!! Don't close your eyes... Look at me, look at me! I'll find a way to save you..." Su Zhe embraced his sister's broken body, speaking urgently.
Su Yuan rested quietly in his embrace, like that little girl from so many years ago, precious in her brother's arms... She gazed blankly at Su Zhe's anxious profile, her pale lips curving upward into a faint smile.
The miracle of the final spark was about to fade away. That last thread of life force fluttered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinction...
Her blood-stained palm slowly rose, gently touching Su Zhe's cheek.
"Brother..."
Su Zhe froze. He immediately grasped that cold hand and shouted in response,
"I'm here, Su Yuan, I'm right here!"
"...I'm sorry."
Su Yuan gazed deeply into Su Zhe's eyes. She seemed to say nothing, yet she seemed to convey everything... Her guilt, her self-blame, her pure feelings and gratitude toward Su Zhe—all凝聚 in that single gaze.
The next moment, that delicate hand in Su Zhe's grasp went limp, falling away...
A mournful wind howled across the sea.
Su Zhe held that cold corpse, as if he had lost his entire world.
[Devil] Squad member Su Yuan, deceased.
Su Zhe stood in place for a very long time, until the howling wind stung his moistened eyes, finally restoring a spark of life to those reddened eyes...
He didn't speak. Didn't cry. He simply calmly unbuckled his belt and securely tied Su Yuan's body to his back... Just like when he used to carry her as a child.
There was no land here, no gravestones, no coffins... He couldn't let his sister sink into the sea. If possible, he wanted to take her home.
Lu Baoyou stood to the side. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and spoke:
"I'm sorry... This is all my fault."
"There's nothing to apologize for." Su Zhe took a deep breath, his voice uncharacteristically calm. "Fate Monk already said this mission was nine deaths and one life... Perhaps this was the end my sister was seeking."
"Then what about you? Why did you come back? You've already found your purpose... haven't you?"
Su Zhe shook his head.
"That's not my purpose... She was."
Lu Baoyou glanced at the corpse on his back, his expression complicated.
"Now, my purpose is dead." Su Zhe turned to look at Lu Baoyou. Something new seemed to kindle in those reddened eyes as he slowly spoke. "Tell me... who did this?"
His tone was too calm... Calm in a way that seemed almost alien compared to his usual lively, mischievous self. That serene tone was like the deathly stillness before a storm.
Lu Baoyou paused for a moment. "[Chaos]..."
Lu Baoyou briefly recounted what had happened. Su Zhe's brow furrowed tightly...
"The Walking [Chaos]..." He glanced up at the emptiness above. "If I let Him come here, I can kill Him... right?"
Lu Baoyou nodded.
A resolute light flashed in Su Zhe's eyes. He immediately pulled out his phone, dialed a number, said a few words, then hung up.
"Who did you call?"
"Night Watch Public Relations Department."
"Public Relations? What's the point of calling them now?"
"They control Great Xia's network system. There are some things only they can do." Su Zhe's fingers flew across the screen,
"The [Devil] Squad still has three members remaining... The mission to lure and kill [Chaos] hasn't completely failed!"
...
Cangnan City, the Shelter.
In front of a massive screen, a large crowd of citizens packed the main hall, watching the live broadcast in real-time.
As most northern residents had returned to the shelter, the livestream rooms on phones began shutting down one after another. Even though people outside were still filming, the existence of the three S-rank passes meant they couldn't capture anything of value—just a few silhouettes still battling in the air.
Just as everyone was discussing amongst themselves, the broadcast on the screen suddenly switched!
"Hm? The screen's broken?"
"No, looks like the feed got crossed... Can livestreams even cross signals?"
"Who's casting their screen? It feels like jumping from one livestream room to another."
"The image's loading!"
"..."
Just as everyone was confused, a young figure appeared in the center of the broadcast.
He seemed to be carrying something on his back, but from this angle, the crowd couldn't see clearly. However, that deep purple cloak fluttered in the sea wind!
The moment he saw that figure, Zhao Zhengbin's pupils constricted!
"I'm Su Zhe, member of the Great Xia Night Watch [Devil] Squad." The young man faced the camera and spoke calmly. "[Chaos], I know you can see this... And on top of that, the hundreds of millions of people in Great Xia can see it too.
I'm standing here, opening this nationwide livestream, just to say a few words from the heart... to you..."
In the frame, the young man slowly raised a single middle finger.
"Hello there, two-footed walking smiling black mangy dog, Mr. Walking [Chaos]. I do hope you can hurry on over here, because your mother is waiting for you right here..."
Then, with that middle finger, he dug into his ear, pulling out a small piece of yellow substance. With a light flick of his fingertip, it dissipated into the air...
"Oh, how clumsy of me..."
"Your mother's dead."