My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 776 Will Be Worth It_1

Su Feiman’s eyes flickered, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Unexpected indeed, you managed to pose a threat to my life at the last moment. I was too careless."

"Father, I’m no match for you in the art of the wheel sword. So all I could do was defend, but defense does not mean not counterattacking. Perhaps only one chance in ten thousand presents itself, but if given one opportunity, I am willing to bet my life. I abandoned resistance, lured you into focusing on striking me, but in a split second, I threatened your life. That was my scheme."

Third Young Master Jun spoke calmly, finishing his words and then moved the tip of the sword from his hand, dropping it on the ground.

He then gripped the bamboo sword stuck in his body and with a snap broke off the blade.

Moving slightly, his shoulder wound gushed blood like a fountain, causing him so much pain that his lips were even paler, but he stubbornly refused to make a sound.

Su Feiman looked at him and suddenly burst into laughter:

"King, I wasn’t wrong about you. Before you came here, I used my six-star authority on you twice, just for a woman, not for the benefit of the entire organization. Honestly, I was disappointed. The purpose of ’New’ is to protect the interests of all members, but you abused your authority, doing meaningless things. But now, you’ve changed my opinion. This sword, is a punishment for you."

He clapped his hands and immediately a servant dressed in white appeared.

"You may leave now. Let the doctor perform surgery to remove the head of the bamboo sword,"

Third Young Master Jun let out a quiet sigh of relief. He knew too well what Su Feiman appreciated most about him. His body finally relaxed after having been taut for so long, but excessive blood loss caused him to faint.

After the surgery, the anesthesia quickly wore off and Third Young Master Jun woke up.

He was still in the infirmary, and Doctor Jacob was dressing his wounds. There was a 10-centimeter-long broken sword on the tray next to him, blood-smeared and chilling to the sight. The depth of the wound was quite evident.

"It hurts, doesn’t it? A wound from this kind of bamboo sword is more painful than a real sword. A real sword would at least cut in smoothly and the pain would only last for a moment. However, this kind of bamboo sword is blunt and full of splinters. It completely relies on force to pierce into the flesh, and after it penetrates, the splinters will churn the inside of the wound, increasing the pain by tens of times. It’s obvious that the Godfather is angry, but still hopes for you and held back. This wound hurts greatly, but it is well controlled, it didn’t harm your muscles or bones. If it were someone else, their hand bone would probably end up ruined."

"I can handle it." Although his face was pale, Third Young Master Jun acted as if he had just been bitten by an ant, without any ripple of emotion.

"I’ve seen many members punished by the Godfather, and indeed, there are many who can endure it. But you are the first one who doesn’t show any signs of pain. Your endurance is like steel."

"However painful, it is only physical pain. The real pain, is much more severe than this." Third Young Master Jun’s voice dropped low, and he gave a bitter smile.

"I just don’t understand why you would do this for a woman knowing the rules of ’New’. Is it worth it?" Jacob couldn’t help but grumble.

"Someone asked me the same thing before, and I told them it wasn’t worth it."

"And then?"

"Then..." A mist emerged in Third Young Master Jun’s eyes, "I asked myself, disregarding the gains and losses, not analyzing the issue with logic, whether I really wanted to go or not. The result was, the phrase ’I want to go’ immediately appeared in my mind, so, I went." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Jacob was dumbfounded: "You really are... capricious."

"I hope I can be capricious once, to find the person who I initially thought wasn’t worth it, but in the end, would be." His voice softened, as though the icy snow had melted into a warm spring, carrying a hint of indescribable tenderness.