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Chapter 1409 Yunrui's Sincere Intentions: People Who Can't Be Touched Are Not Worth Suspec

The commotion in the underground passage continued, but Gu Yunxi had already quietly retreated to the corner of the cell, as if she wasn't the one who had just caused the disturbance.

She leaned against the cold wall, her heart still pounding slightly, yet she couldn't hide the gleam in her eyes. She had pondered Assistant Zhou's words, "Chaos is also an opportunity," for three whole days.

Just now, she heard the music from the celebration banquet outside, knowing that most of the guards' attention would be drawn to it, and she also noticed subtle movements around the laboratory – clearly someone had infiltrated.

This was exactly the "chaos" that Assistant Zhou had hinted at, the opportunity she had been waiting for. She acted quickly, using a thin wire hidden in her hair to quietly unlock the cell door, and then used a stone she had prepared beforehand to knock out a guard at the end of the corridor, creating the illusion that "someone was breaking into the prison."

She had anticipated Shen Chengyu's suspicious nature, anticipated the chaos that would engulf the village, and anticipated that her "unarmed and sickly" appearance would prevent her from being immediately suspected.

Sure enough, the guards rushed to chase the "shadow," and no one bothered to check her cell. No one even noticed that her door lock had already been pried open and was only slightly ajar.

"Even God is on my side," Gu Yunxi murmured to herself, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.

She didn't run away immediately—she knew there were still many guards outside, and the underground passage might not be safe either. She would wait, wait for a better opportunity, wait for a moment when she could "cooperate" with Assistant Zhou.

She had a vague feeling that Assistant Zhou was not as simple as he seemed. The way he looked at her, his subtle hints, and the bottom line he occasionally revealed—so different from Shen Chengyu's—all told her that this man might be her greatest asset in escaping this place...

She closed the cell door again, hid the thin wire back in her hair, and sat back down in the corner, regaining her previous calm demeanor as if nothing had happened. Only her clenched fists betrayed her inner tension and anticipation.

Inside the banquet hall, the clamor of the victory celebration had long been replaced by a violent atmosphere.

Shen Chengyu dragged Assistant Zhou to an empty room backstage at the banquet hall and locked the door behind him. The room was dark, with only the faint moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating Shen Chengyu's fierce face.

"You're to blame for the outsiders sneaking in!" Shen Chengyu's voice was low and hoarse, filled with barely suppressed anger.

He stopped beating around the bush and probing, turning all his doubts and dissatisfaction into fists.

The first punch landed hard on the eagle's abdomen, the force so great that the eagle instantly bent over, a metallic taste rising in its throat.

He neither resisted nor defended himself—as "Assistant Zhou," he knew any explanation would be futile; as a hawk, he understood Shen Chengyu's purpose, and resistance would only invite more cruel treatment.

Shen Chengyu didn't stop; his fists rained down on Cangying's body, face, and back. Each punch carried immense force, reflecting his day's worth of turmoil, doubt, and violence.

"I shouldn't have taken you in eight years ago!" "I gave you everything, and you want to betray me!" "You arranged the guards in the basement, you were in charge of the surveillance. If you hadn't tipped me off, who could have sneaked in so easily?"

As he hit, he roared and listed his so-called "crimes." Some of these crimes were true, while others were fabricated by him.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was beating him so hard that it was as if the person in front of him was not a trusted confidant who had followed him for eight years, but an irreconcilable enemy.

The eagle was forced to retreat, its back slamming heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

His suit was torn to shreds, the pieces scattered on the floor. His exposed skin was covered in bruises, and blood flowed from his mouth and nostrils, dripping down his chin and staining the floor red. He could feel the excruciating pain of his broken ribs, and each breath felt like swallowing razor blades, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. His face remained expressionless, though a hint of suppressed pain flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Shen Chengyu didn't really want to kill him—if he did, he could have done it in the basement earlier.

Shen Chengyu's purpose was to punish him, to vent his anger, and even more importantly, to render him incapacitated.

As long as he can still move, Shen Chengyu's suspicions will not disappear; only when he is beaten so badly that he cannot get up and is completely "controlled" can Shen Chengyu feel at ease.

"Say something!" Shen Chengyu grabbed Cangying's hair and slammed his head against the wall. "Admit it! Admit you betrayed me!"

The eagle's forehead slammed against the wall, and blood instantly streamed down, blurring his vision. He remained silent, simply raising his head to look at Shen Chengyu with his bloodshot yet resolute eyes.

There was no fear or pleading in his eyes, only a calm composure.

Shen Chengyu was both enraged and stung by that look. He abruptly released his grip, and the eagle crashed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He lay on the ground, unable to move, only able to breathe heavily, each breath accompanied by intense pain, sweat mixed with blood, soaking the floor beneath him.

Only the heavy breathing of the two remained in the room. Shen Chengyu stood there, his chest heaving violently, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white from the force, still stained with the blood of the eagle.

He looked at Assistant Zhou, who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression—a mixture of ruthlessness, anger, suspicion, and a hint of barely perceptible reluctance and exhaustion.

He was tired of hitting and had vented his anger.

After a long while, Shen Chengyu slowly squatted down, reached out, and helped the eagle up from the ground.

The eagle's body was as limp as a puddle of mud, with almost all of its weight pressing down on Shen Chengyu. Shen Chengyu moved closer to it, the two of them almost touching, able to clearly smell the blood on each other.

Shen Chengyu's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He looked at Cangying's pale face, bleeding forehead, and tattered clothes. His lips moved, but he said nothing.

The eagle didn't speak, but leaned against him, struggling to stay conscious. He could feel the strength in Shen Chengyu's arm, the warmth of his body, and the inner conflict within him.

After a long silence, Shen Chengyu suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled Cangying tightly into his embrace. This embrace was devoid of any tenderness, only a brutal, possessive control. His chin rested on Cangying's shoulder, his voice low and hoarse: "Don't make me doubt you again..."

The eagle did not respond, nor could it respond.

His consciousness gradually faded, and the excruciating pain in his body nearly made him faint. But he knew he had survived. Compared to those traitors whose heads were personally severed by Shen Chengyu, he was already considered "lucky."

Shen Chengyu hugged him for a while, as if to confirm that he was still alive, or as if to vent his inner turmoil. Then, he let go and helped Cangying to a chair in the corner of the room, letting him sit against the wall.

"Reflect on your actions here." Shen Chengyu's voice returned to its usual coldness. "You are not allowed to leave without my orders."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The room fell into darkness again, with only the heavy breathing of the eagle and the dripping sound of blood on the floor remaining.

The eagle leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes. He knew that Shen Chengyu would no longer suspect him for the time being—a person beaten into incapacitated couldn't cause any trouble...