Chapter 21: I Will Definitely Kill You```

“I will solve your problem...” Altai muttered as he slumped in his chair, “I will definitely deal with this madman. I will make sure you are dismembered, and I will have someone tapping on you with a spoon every moment...”
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“I will definitely kill you... You must have a weakness, and I will find it...”
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"I will kill you..."
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“I want to...” Altai shut his mouth, the remaining words swallowed within him. He let out a long sigh, curling up in pain, cradling his head in his hands, eyes tightly closed, constantly praying, “Stop knocking, stop knocking... stop knocking...”
Altai raised his head and turned to Lin Yi, shouting angrily, "I told you to stop knocking!!!"
Lin Yi's spoon, lifted in the air, froze momentarily as his calm eyes met Altai's gaze. Altai seemed to see a glimmer of hope, but two seconds later, Lin Yi blinked, and the spoon in his hand fell again, with a 'bang,' shattering Altai's hopes into pieces.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” Altai kicked a chair nearby, walked over to the bodyguard, and snatched the rifle, aiming it at Lin Yi and pulling the trigger.
The bullet zipped past Lin Yi, ricocheting around the room, piercing a figure in a painting, scattering white feathers from the sofa, shattering the tempered glass into fine granules as if it were sand, embedding several smoking bullets into the marble dining table, and the luxurious chandelier crashing to the ground, shattering into pieces...
The bullets in the magazine were emptied by Altai, and the grand mansion was in chaos, but Lin Yi remained unscathed, walking up to Altai with a measured pace, raising his hand, and bringing it down.
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Altai felt a sharp pain in his forehead, dropped the gun, and raised his hand to protect his head, only to be struck hard with a ladle on the already swollen back of his hand, unable to help but gasp at the sharp pain.
"You f*cking change positions!!!" Altai wailed in pain.
```htmlLin Yi was compliant and a spoon was struck against the back of his neck.
Pa~~~
“Sir, do you need a helmet?” The butler finally cleaned the cream off his face. He maintained a calm expression, ignoring the messy living room around him, which smelled of gunpowder and had just experienced an intense gun battle, as he handed over a motorcycle helmet.```
Altai snatched the helmet and put it on his head, a muffled voice coming from inside the helmet: "Prepare the vehicle!"
"Okay."
“Also, prepare a full-body armor!”
"Okay."
Pa~~~
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In the elongated luxury car’s cabin, Altai was holding a tablet computer, wearing a motorcycle helmet, and gripping an electronic pen, reviewing the official business that had yet to be processed. However, as he looked at the project matters on the tablet, the electronic pen in his hand remained suspended, simply because a spoon was tapping on his helmet.
Bang bang bang~~~~
The sound of the heavy iron spoon striking the helmet is more muted, more crisp, and resonates more easily in Altai's sensitive ears than if it were to strike directly on his head. Moreover, with each clanking sound of the spoon, the back of Altai's head and his forehead begin to ache faintly. Altai is someone who dislikes being disturbed while working, and Lin Yi's actions make it difficult for him to concentrate.
Altaï stared intently at the words on the electronic screen, trying hard to decipher a sentence and understand what had happened in the company during his time of fleeing. However, the more he tried to concentrate, the more the words before him became unfamiliar and blurry. As time ticked away, Altaï couldn't even finish reading a short segment.
"Fuck!"
The tablet was brutally slammed to the ground, then stomped on twice by Altai, its shattered screen flickering a colorful display for a moment before going dark. Subsequently, the poor tablet was picked up from the ground and thrown out of the car, where it was crushed by the following vehicles one by one...
In the car, Altai, who had angrily thrown away his tablet, calmed down again. He knew that he was like a gas canister ready to explode—any minor inconvenience could send him into a rage. Even stepping on a cigarette butt on the road would trigger a sudden, insane thought of picking up a gun and shooting everyone around him.
“Hoo~~~~” Altai took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Normally, this action would help him calm down, but that was under the condition that his forehead wasn't being knocked by a spoon.
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Lin Yi repeatedly struck the nearby dangerous gas cylinder, fearing it might lead to a major disaster.
Altaïr's face twitched as he struggled to calm his rising anger, resisting the urge to rip off his helmet and bash Lin Yi's head.
```html“Hiss~~~” He took a deep breath again, according to the teachings in ancient Eastern texts, circulating this energy throughout his body...
```htmlBang~~~
Whoosh!
Altai suddenly embraced Lin Yi beside him, knocking him to the ground, then drew a uniquely shaped butterfly knife from his waist, raising it high before plunging it fiercely into Lin Yi's chest, pulling it out, and stabbing it in again... over and over.```
He laughed madly, his sharp and hoarse laughter echoing in the well-soundproofed cabin, but his tears dripped onto the face shield, obscuring his vision. The boiling blood from Lin Yi's body splashed onto him, soaking his deep black suit.
```htmlIt was unclear how much time had passed; the carriage was already a river of blood. Altai numbly raised his hand and let it fall, but the butterfly knife had long since been broken.
Finally, Altai's trembling hands could no longer hold onto the remaining handle of the butterfly knife. The knife fell to the floor, and Altai's body could no longer support itself, collapsing onto the ground beside Lin Yi, lying in a pool of pungent blood.```
Altai lay on his back, lifting his mask, his face flushed red, panting heavily, and staring blankly at the white long light on the ceiling of the car.
At that moment, a black silhouette appeared in front of him, rapidly enlarging before his eyes.
Pa~~~~
```html“Fuck!!!!!” Altai painfully covered his nose, spitting and crying, curling up like a shrimp.
Bang bang bang~~~
Lin Yi lay beside Altai, resting his right arm behind his head, leisurely crossing his legs, while his left hand held a spoon, tapping on Altai's helmet. Familiar red text appeared in his eyes.```
【You have been killed by the Genuo butterfly knife thirty-six times and are now permanently immune to attacks from the Genuo butterfly knife】
When the vehicle stopped, the door was opened by the guards, and what they saw was such tranquility.
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The Global Surveillance Control Center of Zone 001, Nord standing with arms crossed under a large screen, where a clear image is being displayed.
Altai was carefully pulled out of the car, followed closely by his little follower Lin Yi, who persistently tapped the helmet of Altai with a spoon.
Nord extended his hand, magnifying Lin Yi's face, watching him as he tapped on people with a spoon, all while wearing a serene smile that seemed to reflect a peaceful passage of time.
Nord felt a chill run down his spine.
“I can’t believe the Light God actually wants to kill Althai like this?” Nord said to Kamel, looking at Lin Yi in the screen, “How long do you think it will take him to succeed?”
Kamel replied, "It depends on Mr. Altai's psychological endurance."
"It's somewhat similar to the ancient Eastern 'water torture,' isn't it?" Nord mocked, "He really is worthy of his East Asian appearance and lineage."
“Just a friendly reminder, 'The Spoon Killer' is a short film produced by the Federation!” Kamel corrected Nord's mistake, pausing for a moment before continuing, “And I think Zone 001 should intervene to save Mr. Altai and re-imprison the Light God! From the footage, it appears that Mr. Altai's mental state has been severely affected, and under the pressure of the Light God, he may not have much time left!”
“But what else can we do?” Nord sighed, “What we can do has already been tested by Altai, and the outcome is obviously useless, so what other methods can stop this unrestrained Light God?”
```html“There are always things we can do, but we're not ready to do them yet!” Kamel said calmly.
“You mean the nuclear bomb, right?” Nord shrugged and said with a wry smile, “But what if the nuclear bomb doesn't work either?”```
“Then let's gladly accept his existence! Let's worship him!” Kamel said, gazing at Lin Yi on the screen, murmuring.