Chapter 273 - Chapter 273: Jiang Junlin, You Really Want to Kill Me!
Chapter 273: Jiang Junlin, You Really Want to Kill Me!
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Since he and Ji Chi had their falling out, Jiang Junlin had been treating himself well. He no longer went on hunger strikes or engaged in petty quarrels with Ji Chi. He had regular meals, maintained a consistent sleep schedule, and it could be said that this was the most regular period of his life in the past ten years. Even his stomach troubles occurred much less frequently.
He had tried every means to deal with Ji Chi, all in vain. Ji Chi was unresponsive and seemed to revel in his madness. Jiang Junlin appeared to have given up trying to communicate with him. No matter how Ji Chi tortured him, he acted as if nothing was happening, maintaining remarkable emotional stability. The explosive loss of control, anger, and hatred of that day seemed like a distant, ephemeral event.
“Brother, is the book good?”
He stood in the shadows, his voice unusually gloomy. After the prolonged torment and the embarrassment of their falling out, they had both been left emotionally drained. They both wanted to maintain the facade of adulthood, but while Jiang Junlin managed to do so, Ji Chi couldn’t.
“This is a book about psychology,” Jiang Junlin closed the book, a French psychology textbook he had specifically asked Nick for a few days ago.
He remembered that Gu Ci had once said that she wanted to cure Lu Zhiyuan and Ziyu, so she chose clinical medicine.
Clinical medicine included psychology.
“Haha, how ironic,” Ji Chi walked out from the shadows, looking down on Jiang Junlin. Even the visible fire couldn’t warm the chill in his eyes. “Someone skilled in manipulating hearts, reading a psychology book. You underestimate yourself, brother. You could even write a book.”
Jiang Junlin looked at him coldly. Since their falling out, he had quickly adjusted his emotions. Anger was futile; when one was angry, emotions led them astray, and it was of no benefit in the current situation.
“I’m very curious about what lunatics like you think about every day.”
Ji Chi’s eyes lit up. “Are you reading the book for my sake?”
He said, somewhat pleased in his deranged way.
“My whole life, I’ve dealt with lunatics quite a few times, but you’re the first kind of lunatic like you,” Jiang Junlin’s gentle smile concealed a malicious intent. “Normal people and madmen have a generation gap; they can never be on the same wavelength.”
“Hahaha…” Ji Chi burst into laughter. “So, do you want to cure me? I’m so touched.”
“Ji Chi, you think too highly of yourself,” Jiang Junlin’s voice was as smooth as ice. “I’m studying it to figure out how to kill you.”
“You want to kill me?” A hint of madness gleamed in Ji Chi’s eyes. “That’s too simple.”
He pulled out a dagger and threw it to Jiang Junlin, then tore open his white shirt, revealing a large expanse of red skin. “Come on, kill me, do it! Take action!”
He exposed his most vulnerable heart right in front of him and offered him a knife.
Jiang Junlin picked up the dagger, turning it thoughtfully in his hand, then suddenly struck, thrusting it towards Ji Chi’s chest, quick, ruthless, and precise! Ji Chi suddenly raised his hand, gripping his wrist, his eyes bloodshot.
The two confronted each other, neither giving in. One was seething with hidden hatred, the other remained calm.
“Do you really want to kill me?” Ji Chi’s eyes held a storm. He tightened his grip on Jiang Junlin’s wrist, and when he weakened, the dagger fell to the ground. “Jiang Junlin, do you really want to kill me?”
“I indulged your request, and what? Angry now?” Jiang Junlin was pinned down on the bed by Ji Chi but provocatively stared at him. “Ji Chi, dreaming that we can torment each other for a lifetime!”
Ji Chi, consumed by rage, threw punches, and Jiang Junlin raised his hands to block. They started exchanging blows, engaging in a close-quarters brawl. Nick watched the surveillance feed from above, filled with trepidation!
Chairman Jiang had offended the boss again!
Drops of blood fell on Jiang Junlin’s face, and one drop landed in his eye. He instinctively closed it, and Ji Chi’s fist struck his chest.
It hit right on the name he had personally engraved.
Jiang Junlin felt a nauseating surge as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Nick rushed downstairs and pulled Ji Chi away, saying, “Master, Mr. Jiang, please, stop, stop!”
Both were injured!
Ji Chi’s wound had reopened, and blood flowed continuously from his arm. The bandage was entirely soaked in red, appearing especially gruesome. It looked as though someone had severed his forearm. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with hatred and… resentment!
Jiang Junlin covered his lips, blood staining his palm. He couldn’t tell if it was his blood or Ji Chi’s. The bed was dyed red, Ji Chi was sweating profusely, leaning against the foot of the bed, and Jiang Junlin was in no better shape. Nick was drenched in cold sweat.
Two masters, this was unnecessary!
“Mr. Jiang, you could have said a few words to calm things down. Why engage in a brawl with the boss?”
Jiang Junlin had been accumulating anger these past few days. He had been confined for an extended period and was forced to watch an explosion by Ji Chi.
He needed a cathartic release.
Ji Chi numbly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked at Jiang Junlin.
Jiang Junlin also wiped the blood from his eyes. That drop of blood falling from his eye socket, like a teardrop of blood, was a heart-stopping sight. Jiang Junlin also noticed Ji Chi’s nearly ruined arm.
It was deliberate; he specifically targeted Ji Chi’s wound!
In a fight, it was natural to exploit the opponent’s vulnerabilities. He had figured it out long ago. Being soft on Ji Chi was being ruthless to himself. Ji Chi had deserved a beating a long time ago!
“So, I don’t even have the qualification to mutually torment you for a lifetime!”
Ji Chi swayed as he stood up, blood trickling down his fingers. His departing figure seemed particularly desolate. Jiang Junlin, for some inexplicable reason, recalled the year when he first met Ji Chi. When he left, he had turned back to look at Ji Chi.
Back then, Ji Chi was still young, only fifteen years old, dressed in white, standing in the shadows. He also had a severely injured arm, blood constantly dripping. When Jiang Junlin looked back, Ji Chi had waved and said goodbye.
“Brother, I’ll wait for you to come back!”
But he didn’t come back, and that’s why they had become what they were now.
“If you hadn’t met me, you probably would have had a good life,” Jiang Junlin asked, “Do you regret it?”
Ji Chi’s figure stiffened, but he didn’t answer Jiang Junlin.
However, he had an answer in his heart.
Jiang Junlin, the one who regrets, has always been you!
Ji Chi disappeared at the door of the dark room. Nick said, “Mr. Jiang, how could you deliberately target the boss’s wound? His wound had already been injured twice and hadn’t healed. It’s infected with bacteria and now torn open again. He refuses to go to the hospital, making it very difficult to handle!”
A severe wound, not treated in the hospital, constantly reopening, even a simple first aid kit was insufficient.
“He shouldn’t have provoked me,” Jiang Junlin furrowed his brows and asked, “If I had been free to act, he would have died ten times over!”
“I don’t believe you would really kill him!”
After Nick left the dark room, Jiang Junlin lay there exhausted. A faintly cold smile curled on his lips. Suddenly, he pressed his hand against his own stomach, causing spasms of pain. He repeated this action several times, continuously torturing himself..