Arknights' Lock of Heaven

"Where are the security guards? Where did they go? I want to turn myself in! Turn myself in! Come and arrest me!"

"two!"

"Please, I'll give you anything you want, please let me go! My family owns a manor, I... my family is rich! We have shares, lots and lots of shares!"

He was on the verge of collapse.

"one……"

Xia Yu looked at Olmer kneeling and begging her, and shook her head.

"time up."

With a snap, his last leg also left his body.

"Nobody will stand up for you, this nobleman. See? I told you, nobles are nothing!"

243 Yes, he didn't die, but you still will!

"Sigh, what a pity, I thought I could catch them all in one fell swoop..."

Xia Yu's words were full of regret.

He looked at Olmer, who was half-lying on the door, and shook his head.

"Your dad's no good either, you're already backing down?"

In response to his mockery, Olmer simply kept banging his head against the door.

His hands were useless, and his legs had left him...

dong dong dong...

He kept banging on the door and muttering, "Father... open the door, Father..."

With his father backing him up, the arrogant and domineering young master Olmer, who had been arrogant and domineering in the first half of his life, finally broke down.

He was never a person of strong will, and his so-called cruelty and bloodlust were only directed at those weaker than him.

He's just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

On the field, they would often injure or cripple athletes who had no powerful connections, and then get away with it by relying on their family background.

But when they encounter a tough opponent, they immediately lose their ruthlessness.

"Tsk, you've already ruined it?" Xia Yu grabbed his hair, pulled his head towards her, looked at Olmer with his lifeless eyes, and pouted.

"This isn't working either, and you call yourself brutal and bloodthirsty..."

"If you really turn out badly and are about to die while still arguing with me, I might actually think more highly of you."

"That's all you've got?"

Xia Yu grabbed his hair and dragged him far away.

As if sensing something, Olmer began to struggle frantically.

"Father! Save me, Father! Father..."

Snapped!

With an impatient slap from Xia Yu, the wailing stopped abruptly.

Olmer's jawbone was shattered, and his teeth, mixed with blood, gushed out of his mouth.

Seeing that he stopped wailing, Xia Yu nodded in satisfaction, then found a good spot and changed the hand that was grabbing his hair to his skull.

"Ho...ho..."

Olmer continued to struggle frantically, making indistinct sounds.

But against Xia Yu's power, all struggles are in vain.

He aimed at the manor gate and then made a throwing motion.

Then, leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "I'll tell you one last thing: that infected person didn't die; I saved him."

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Olmer's eyes, and he tried to say something.

Unfortunately, his mouth, which had been slapped to pieces by Xia Yu, couldn't provide the necessary hardware support.

But Xia Yu still understood his meaning from his eyes.

"You mean to say that since he's not dead, I don't need to bear the stigma of murdering a nobleman, right?"

Xia Yu said softly, "You want to say that you repent, you apologize, and you're willing to go to jail, right?"

Upon hearing this, Olmer blinked excitedly, indicating that you were absolutely right.

"Perhaps some independent, rational people would think that way, but unfortunately, I don't buy into that."

"You must die!"

Then, with his right hand gripping Olmer's skull, he threw him away despite his desperate struggles!

boom!

In an instant, a riot of colors—white, red, green, and yellow—bloomed over the gate of the Ingra family.

The golden coat of arms of the Ingra family on the gate was covered with a layer of blood.

"Listen up, you people inside," Xia Yu nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this.

He cupped his hands around his mouth like megaphones and shouted into the manor, "I haven't been here today, nor have I laid a hand on your son."

"Your son is not dead, so this pile of graffiti on the door, which no one knows who did it, is not your son either."

"Then leave it here. At least your son won't die before I leave the Grand Knight Territory, understand?"

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to his old car.

Ready to go home.

The reason he didn't exterminate them was because he wanted to conduct an interesting experiment.

To be honest, Olmer's arrogance and domineering attitude must be inseparable from his father's support.

As the saying goes, evil must be eradicated completely; his family should have been able to reunite.

But Xia Yu had an interesting idea.

Soon, it will be the time that Hongsong and the Securities and Futures Commission have agreed upon.

Xia Yu wanted to know what these 'big shots' of the Great Knight Territory would do after she displayed her power back then.

The Ingra family...hehe.

Will it become a tool for some people to curry favor with them?

I'm curious.

You might wake up one morning to find a newspaper article about the Ingra family's tragic death, with the cause of death being a gas pipeline explosion on the estate.

In short, I'm just very curious.

There's no harm in giving it a try. If we don't guess right, we can just add an extra street light when we're cleaning it.

It doesn't take much effort.

"..."

As Maria's meticulously repaired old car sputtered away, those in the manor who had been holding their breath finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“You…you go and see…” Marcus Ingra looked at the butler beside him, pointed to the door and said, “Go and see…Olmer…he…”

Seeing the patriarch's grief-stricken expression, the old butler thought to himself, "You weren't this heartbroken when your son begged for help before..."

But what could he do? He was a nobleman, and he was just a steward.

So we could only follow his instructions and slowly walk outside.

As I walked, I prayed that the jinx had really left, and that it wouldn't just give me a surprise after I opened the door!

But he soon didn't have to worry anymore, because the door was completely...

To be honest, it's hard to describe, mainly because the design is too blasphemous.

From afar, one could see countless white bone fragments protruding from the several-meter-high gate, with blood still dripping from them...

The old butler walked forward with trepidation and found that the handle had been replaced by half a white skull, with an unidentified white object slowly sinking down from it.

Upon seeing this, the old butler nearly had a heart attack!

He thought he had experienced so many ups and downs in his life, and had seen it all, so he wouldn't be too surprised.

But this... I've never seen anything like it before...

The brutality of the methods was astonishing.

"Master! Master!" He stumbled and ran back into the manor, his grief so profound and heartfelt.

"What's wrong with the young master?" Marcus Ingra was annoyed as he watched the butler scramble back. "Just tell me!"

"I...I..." The old butler felt a surge of frustration. How could he possibly explain the situation?