Plotting, I’ll Help You Kill Serena Feng

Dorian Owen and Zed circled each other, both probing for weakness, both unwilling to trust.

Dorian hesitated for a long time, but still refused to admit his true identity. Zed’s eyes flashed with impatience. He threatened Dorian: if Dorian didn’t reveal his purpose, Zed would expose his identity and ruin all his efforts.

Even if Simon Sun might not believe Zed, the Feng Manor’s butler and guards would, and for the sake of Serena Feng’s safety, they would never let a suspicious person like Dorian stay in the Manor.

“You’re asking for death.” Dorian had been wavering, but Zed’s threat made him instantly stubborn. He rolled off the bed, ready to kill Zed and silence him for good.

He hated being threatened more than anything!

But as soon as his feet touched the ground, his whole body collapsed: “What’s going on?”

A flicker of unease flashed in Dorian’s eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and stared at Zed. “What did you do?”

Damn it, looks like he’s really doomed today!

“Your whole body feels weak, doesn’t it? Lost all your inner strength, right?” Zed wore an angelic smile, his short legs striding over to Dorian. Somehow, he was holding a surgical scalpel—and it was stained with blood.

The moment Dorian saw it, he understood instantly. His face went pale, cold sweat pouring down. “Did you tamper with Dr. Sun’s medicine just now?”

Dorian racked his brain, trying to remember when it had happened.

Ever since Zed came in, he’d been standing quietly in the corner, never seeming to approach him or Simon Sun.

Wait… Dorian’s eyes flashed with realization. “When you walked to the corner, did you pass by Dr. Sun?” That must have been the moment Zed tampered with the medicine.

This kid is terrifying.

“Very clever. If you’d been this smart a little sooner, you might have suffered less. But now…” Zed’s smile stayed angelic, but his eyes grew even more vicious than before.

Dorian’s face went deathly pale—this fear wasn’t an act, but pure terror at Zed’s ruthless expression.

Zed gripped the blood-stained surgical scalpel, his eyes wild and bloodshot, his whole face thirsty for blood. He looked like a man-eating fiend. Normally, Dorian wouldn’t have cared about someone like this, but now…

Now that fiend’s blade was aimed at him—and worst of all, he had no way to fight back or defend himself.

“What do you want?” Dorian stared Zed down, all the while searching for a way to escape.

But damn it, there was only one window and one door in this room. The window was sealed shut, and the door…

With his current strength, he couldn’t even crawl to the door.

As Zed’s blade drew closer, Dorian’s hope faded. It looked like today was the end for him—and what stung most was that he’d be taken down by a child.

Dorian sneered, “Never thought I’d lose to a kid. I’m about to die—can you at least tell me who you are?”

If he survived, he’d get revenge someday. But if he died here, he wanted to leave some clue behind—so his master or Zuo An could avenge him.

Too bad Zed wasn’t an ordinary child—he’d never fall for a trick like that.

Zed smiled sweetly. “Big brother, don’t be scared. I won’t kill you. I don’t like killing anymore—Brother Simon said good kids don’t kill.”

In other words, he was a good kid.

Lord Bean nearly coughed up blood.

If this was a 'good kid,' then there were no bad people left in the world.

Dorian opened his mouth to retort, but a sudden stab of pain made him swallow his words.

“You…” Dorian stared at the blade stabbed into his wound, gasping in pain.

This kid was ruthless—he’d actually stabbed the knife straight into his wound, and even…

“Does it hurt?” Not only had Zed driven the scalpel deep into Dorian’s freshly bandaged wound, he twisted it, grinding the flesh into pulp.

Hurts like hell.

Lord Bean’s eyes were bloodshot, his whole body convulsing. He met Zed’s smiling gaze and forced out a stiff grin: “I’m…not…hurt.”

“Good, then let’s keep going. I’m not done playing yet.” Zed smiled sweetly, gripping the knife and stirring the wound until the flesh turned to mush. Only then did he yank the blade out.

Hiss… Dorian gasped in agony, his face twisted, but Zed ignored his pain. With a flick of his wrist, Zed sliced off the ruined flesh and bandage in one go.

“Ah…” Dorian cried out, nearly biting through his own tongue.

“Brother Simon’s hard work, wasted.” Zed looked regretful, but tossed the mess aside and stabbed at the next wound.

Dorian was dying of pain, but his stubbornness only grew: “You little psycho, don’t think this torture will make me give in. If you’ve got the guts, kill me!”

Dorian Owen was the type to yield to softness, not force—the more Zed pushed, the more he wanted to resist.

He was a real man, Lord Bean, not one for petty tricks. He could endure; these wounds wouldn’t kill him.

But…damn, it hurt.

Even slow slicing with a blunt knife couldn’t compare—Dorian felt himself faint from pain, only to wake up hurting even more.

Damn, where did Serena Feng find this little psycho? His methods were crueler than any executioner—he stabbed wherever it hurt the most, never killing, just mangling the wounds and digging out the ruined flesh.

Dorian prided himself on being tough—even after Zed had cut away two or three pounds of his flesh, he still refused to talk. But when Zed pointed the knife at his manhood, he couldn’t hold out any longer.

Dorian was stubborn and proud, always ready to defy others. But faced with losing his manhood, his principles crumbled. Gritting his teeth, he pleaded: “Little ancestor, please, stop! I’ll tell you everything—just ask!”

Please don’t use that knife on my little brother—once it’s gone, it’ll never grow back.

“No need. I don’t feel like listening now. What if I cut it off piece by piece, fry it, and serve it as bar snacks?” Zed’s big eyes blinked expectantly.

Ugh…Dorian nearly threw up.

He’d always thought Zuo An was the worst, but compared to this little demon, Zuo An had been kind.

Zuo An, I miss you—why did I have to come here when you weren’t around?

Dorian was in tears, his voice weak: “Little ancestor, let’s call it quits, okay? I swear I won’t say a word about what happened—I’ll tell Dr. Sun these wounds were self-inflicted, that I’m mentally ill, a masochist.”

Dorian felt utterly wronged, but compared to losing his manhood, a little humiliation was nothing.

“Boring.” Zed lost interest, but obediently put away the knife.

Whew…his little brother was safe. Dorian let out a shaky breath, though the pain only grew worse. But to appease Zed, he finally revealed his background and mission…