I, the Ruthless Villain, Strangled My Fiancée at the Beginning and Left the Protagonists Terrified Chapter 85

Chaos erupted inside the private room. Screams filled the air as everyone panicked. The foreign man who had been flirting with Chen Li was frozen in fear but quickly snapped back to reality and rushed to catch her as she nearly collapsed.

Shen Wuxiao, still holding her severed arm, gave it a quick glance and nonchalantly removed the ring from her fingers. He tossed the arm aside and slipped the ring into his pocket, then calmly handed a tip to the pale, trembling service staff.

“Shen Wuxiao, you… you’re insane…” Chen Li’s voice was weak, barely more than a whisper. The pain had made her faint several times already.

“Insane? I’m insane? That was called self-defense,” Shen Wuxiao replied casually as he sat back down.

He swept his gaze across the room before resting it on Chen Li again. “You lured me in here and tried to con me out of more than ten million. Do you know how wronged I feel?”

“When I’m wronged, I pay it back a thousand times. Are you ready for that?”

No one dared to speak. The women covered their mouths, their eyes filled with tears, terrified beyond belief. Shen Wuxiao’s presence alone was suffocating.

Some of the men couldn’t take it anymore. One of them, legs shaking, dropped to his knees in front of Shen Wuxiao.

“I… I don’t even know you. I was just invited here to sing tonight. Please… please let me go. I have a wife… a child… I can’t die…”

Shen Wuxiao leaned his chin on his hand, a faint smile on his face. “I admire men who care about their families. Don’t be afraid. I’m not as ruthless as you imagine.”

“I’m fair. If you haven’t done anything to me, I won’t hurt you.”

“Now, just stay quiet. Alright?”

The man nodded furiously, sobbing in silence. His whole body trembled.

Chen Li finally understood—something was seriously wrong. The Shen Wuxiao standing before her was not the man she used to know. He had changed. He was cold, terrifying. His calm voice alone made her shudder.

Shen Wuxiao checked the time, then turned back to her. “We still have ten minutes. That’s plenty.”

“Want to call for help? Why not give Qingqing a call?”

Chen Li was so frightened she nearly blacked out. Barely conscious, she fumbled for her phone and frantically dialed Liu Qingqing’s number—but no one picked up.

At that moment, the foreigner spoke up. He’d grown up in a war-torn country, so he had some mental resilience.

“Don’t go too far. If you don’t stop, I’ll contact the embassy. You’re committing a crime!”

“Push me, and I can do anything!”

He thought that to deal with someone dangerous, you had to be even more aggressive.

Shen Wuxiao’s eyes lit up with interest. He didn’t get angry—instead, he took out a pen and paper and started writing quickly.

Once done, he slapped the paper in front of the man.

“You said you can do anything if pushed, right? Solve this.”

“If you can’t, I’ll make you eat glass.”

The entire room went silent.

The foreigner looked at the paper. His mind went blank.

It read:

Assume random variables X and Y are independent. X ~ N(0, 2), Y ~ N(-2, 2). If P{2X + Y > Y}, then a = ( )

He stared at the equation in utter disbelief. Was this even humanly possible?

“You can’t solve it?” Shen Wuxiao stepped forward, his smile unfading.

The foreigner clenched his fists. “I know combat. Don’t mess with me!”

“Combat training? You’re nothing.”

Shen Wuxiao moved like lightning, kicking Chen Li out of the man’s arms. Then he grabbed the foreigner and slammed him face-first onto the table.

“Let me go!” the man yelled in panic, struggling wildly.

Shen Wuxiao picked up a wine bottle, smashed it, then used the jagged pieces to pry open the man’s mouth and began stuffing the glass shards in.

“You damn foreigners are all talk. You said you’d do anything, right?”

“If you lie to me, you pay the price.”

With a twisted smile still on his face, Shen Wuxiao kept pushing glass into the man’s mouth. Then, with a heavy punch, he shattered the bottle remnants already inside.

Glass exploded in his mouth, piercing his cheeks from the inside.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” The foreigner howled in agony, fell to the ground, and rolled back and forth, screaming like an animal in pain.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was his cries. No one else dared to make a noise. The others covered their faces, unable to watch, tears streaming down.

Chen Li was completely broken. She instinctively backed into a corner and lost control of her bladder in fear.

Her mental strength had lasted through the severed arm, but now she was on the edge.

Shen Wuxiao glanced at the time. Jiang Huaiyue and Hong Ye were probably finished by now. He had no more time to waste.

He walked toward Chen Li.

“No… no… don’t come any closer…”

Chen Li had nowhere left to go, but she kept shrinking back.

“Miss Chen,” Shen Wuxiao said coldly, “how many times have you taken me for a fool? You feel powerful every time you step on someone, don’t you?”

“Gold diggers like you always act like you’re doing others a favor.”

“You’ve left a stain on my life. What do you think I should do with you?”

“I… I was wrong, Young Master Shen, I was wrong. Please… give me a second chance…”

Shen Wuxiao wagged his finger. “No, no, no. You’re not sorry. You’re just scared to die.”

“But don’t worry. I keep my promises. I said I’d send you to see Liu Qingqing, and I will.”

Chen Li’s legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor, trembling.

“Please… I’ll listen to whatever you say. From now on, I’ll obey you completely. I’ll do anything—anything you ask! If I fail, punish me!”

“Oh?” Shen Wuxiao raised an eyebrow. “Then I command you to pass a Ph.D. exam tomorrow. Start from undergrad, finish your doctorate in a week—or die.”

“???”

Chen Li was stunned. She didn’t dare to agree. Even the foreigner was a better example at this point.

“Young Master Shen, don’t you love Qingqing?” she begged. “I can help you get her back. We can arrange the wedding immediately. I swear, I’ll make it happen!”

Shen Wuxiao nodded thoughtfully. “Alright. Then go talk to her for me, okay?”

Chen Li lit up. She thought he was giving her a chance. “Yes! Yes! I’ll go now! Right now!”

Shen Wuxiao smiled in satisfaction. “In that case, let’s go.”

Before she could respond, he picked up the pen he had used earlier, gripped it tightly, and with one swift motion, drove the tip into Chen Li’s carotid artery.

“Ahh—!”

Chen Li clutched her neck, blood gushing out uncontrollably. She thrashed on the floor like a dying animal, her eyes filled with terror and desperation. She tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Shen Wuxiao calmly pulled off the cap of the pen, removed the ink cartridge, and let the blood flow through the hollow tube.

Ssshhhhh—

A red fountain sprayed from the pen.

“Beautiful. What a lovely red fountain,” Shen Wuxiao remarked coldly.

Chen Li’s face quickly drained of color. Her eyelids fluttered as she teetered on the edge of death.

Just then, the door burst open.

Five men rushed in, along with the manager.

They had been secretly summoned by the frightened staff.

Though they had seen many things in their line of work, the sight before them stunned them to the core.

The manager’s face went pale when he saw Shen Wuxiao. His legs nearly gave out.

“Y-Young Master Shen… what a surprise to see you here…”

Shen Wuxiao looked at the terrified service staff and smiled faintly. “Perfect timing. Handle this.”

“I’m going to play.”

“Yes, of course…” The manager nodded immediately.

“And one more thing,” Shen Wuxiao added, pointing to the foreigner still groaning on the floor.

“His mouth got shredded by glass. I’m too kind to watch him suffer.”

“Bring a bottle of iodine. Let him rinse thoroughly.”

“If he still can’t handle it… give him a swift death.”