Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 22

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The safety on the pistol was released.

That tiny sound instantly tightened Jiang Huachen’s nerves. His eyes went bloodshot as he glared at Gu Sheng.

“Don’t you dare touch him.”

Gu Sheng raised his right hand and waved lightly.

From all directions, hidden bodyguards surged forward, slamming the courtyard gates shut and trapping them all in this small patch of space.

More than a dozen men in black pinned Jiang Huachen and Jiang En to the ground.

Gu Sheng raised his leg and kicked hard at Cheng Xiao’s knee, holding back none of his strength.

Cheng Xiao, slimmer in build, collapsed directly onto his knees.

“Gu Sheng!” Jiang Huachen roared, struggling to rise.

But the bodyguards pressed down so hard he couldn’t move an inch.

Jiang En stared blankly at the scene before him.

For the first time, he felt like he didn’t really know who Gu Sheng was.

The man who could gently invite him inside could just as easily point a gun at the people most important to him.

Jiang En looked at Gu Sheng’s face—yet the words he had repeated so many times over the years, “Uncle Gu,” simply wouldn’t leave his lips.

The sun was gradually swallowed by shadow, and Qian Zhou was the first to be shrouded in darkness.

He took a few steps toward Gu Sheng.

“Gu Sheng, what do you want to do?”

“Kill.”

Gu Sheng uttered just one word, with no hint of emotion.

He was born different, separated from others by a thick wall no one could see through.

Qian Zhou looked into his eyes.

He thought he saw sadness there.

Even Gu Sheng could feel sorrow.

Seeing no bodyguard stop him, Qian Zhou walked closer.

“Gu Sheng.”

Now he was close enough to see the creases in his clothes and the dust along the edges of his shoes.

“Will you listen to me?” Qian Zhou asked.

“No,” Gu Sheng answered flatly.

The bodyguards exchanged looks, and one moved toward Qian Zhou.

If their master said he wouldn’t listen, then the boy needed to be suppressed.

But before the man could touch him, Gu Sheng swung the gun toward his own bodyguard. His voice was cold:

“Do you want to die?”

“…” The guard froze, speechless, and backed away.

Taking advantage, Qian Zhou stepped even closer and tugged at Gu Sheng’s sleeve.

When the man didn’t shake him off, his fingers crept upward along the fabric—finally wrapping around the grip of the gun.

“I want to talk.”

“They didn’t hit me. The video was fake.”

“Cheng Xiao wanted you to drop the lawsuit. I hate that he lied, drugged me, and filmed me, but he, he…”

Qian Zhou faltered, searching for words. At last, he said:

“He gave me a piece of bread and a bottle of water!”

Cheng Xiao: “…”

Jiang Huachen: “…”

Seeing the boy move closer on his own, Gu Sheng’s lips curved faintly. “And so?”

“So, he’s not so bad that he deserves to be executed by gunshot!”

Qian Zhou gripped Gu Sheng’s fingers tightly, not letting him pull the trigger.

Hearing Qian Zhou repeat the same line again, Cheng Xiao felt conflicted.

Why use the same description again? Wasn’t Gu Sheng worse than him?

The bodyguards also felt conflicted.

Their boss radiated the aura of a ruthless overlord, yet here he was, letting this boy cling to his gun.

And since the barrel had been pointing toward Qian Zhou’s ear, Gu Sheng even tilted it upward so it wouldn’t touch him.

What’s more—he looked like he was in a good mood.

Was a boss supposed to be this unpredictable?

Qian Zhou stood before him, head tilted back slightly to meet his eyes. “I want to make a deal with you.”

Gu Sheng’s interest was piqued. “All right. But I don’t make losing trades.”

“I’ll go back with you, if you let the three of them go,” Qian Zhou bargained.

Gu Sheng pinched his chin and arched a brow. “One of you for three of them. Do you really think that’s worth it?”

“Why not?”

“I’ll be very obedient when I go back with you.”

Qian Zhou rose on tiptoe and wrapped his arms around Gu Sheng’s arm.

“I’ll be good, very good. I promise I won’t cause you trouble.”

His voice was soft and pleasant, carrying the tone of negotiation yet edged with a touch of pleading.

It was Thursday—he mustn’t make Gu Sheng angry today, or he really would kill someone.

Qian Zhou blinked, silently praying his episode would come later—preferably when they got home.

Only then could Gu Sheng take his medicine.

Gu Sheng gazed at him, as if truly considering this deal.

After about a minute, he holstered the gun.

Qian Zhou had just breathed a sigh of relief when Gu Sheng plucked a dagger from a bodyguard’s belt.

He twirled it twice around his fingers.

Looking at Jiang Huachen, his smile was cold and humorless. “I can drop the lawsuit.”

Cheng Xiao raised his head, his colorful hair messy. He froze slightly.

Then he asked, “What’s the condition?”

Gu Sheng tossed the dagger in front of Jiang Huachen. “Cut your own tendons.”

Jiang En cried out in horror. “No, no!!”

Tears streamed instantly down his face.

“Xiao En,” Cheng Xiao called softly, “don’t be afraid.”

“I don’t know how Gu managed to track us here…”

“I admit I’m not as skilled.”

He coughed, lips pale. “But I’m the one who drugged him, the one who tied him up. If Gu Sheng wants to vent, then let him cut me.”

Gu Sheng bent down and yanked his head up by the hair.

“Your punishment will be separate. According to Venus’s rules.”

“It won’t be this light.”

Jiang Huachen seemed not to notice the blade before him. “What rules?!”

“Just a day as a ‘Venus.’ It won’t kill him.”

Gu Sheng knew exactly what would wound them most.

He was merciless toward anyone who crossed him—that was how he had built his reputation so quickly.

Cruel and unfeeling.

His emotional defect meant he felt no guilt.

He was simply punishing those who defied him.

Qian Zhou hadn’t expected him to be this ruthless.

Half the bodyguards present belonged to Venus, and they all understood what his words implied.

The guard holding Jiang En relaxed for just a moment, and the boy broke free.

He stumbled forward and threw his arms around Jiang Huachen’s head. “No, no!!”

“Don’t cut my brother’s tendons!”

His mind was blank—he forgot that all this began with Gu Sheng offering to drop the charges.

Before the bodyguards could seize him again, Jiang En snatched up the dagger from the ground.

He pressed it against his own wrist.

Qian Zhou rushed in without thinking, grabbing his hand.

He whispered so only the two of them could hear:

“Don’t act rashly. Your brother will be fine. Cheng Xiao will be fine too.”

Jiang En’s face was streaked with tears and dirt, grimier than it had ever been.

“…Really?”

Qian Zhou pried the knife from his grasp and tossed it away. “Really. I’m not lying.”

Jiang En clutched Qian Zhou’s hand tightly, his face still filled with panic, his eyes dazed.

“Then… then what about you…”

“You… you can’t get hurt either. You’re my best friend.”