Challenge: The Fool with the Surname Okayamine

Interlude to Chapter 49: "The Jealous Princess"

While Ming was engaged in a fierce battle with the guard officer, inside Princess Anslila's room...

"Splash—"

A cell phone was smashed heavily to the ground.

"Damn it! Why can't I get in touch with him! What's wrong with that guy from Taiwan named Perdorola? He found this guy named Salestio, who was touted as amazing, and now he's taken care of all the hundreds of experimental subjects I provided from Taiwan? And Perdorola, why is he disappearing now?!"

At this point, she kicked the phone a few more times, her eyes filled with anger, completely unlike her usual gentle and refined princess image.

After less than a minute of anger, Ansriland remembered her status as a princess and managed to calm down.

Sitting back down, she rubbed her temples in frustration, muttering through gritted teeth:

"If things continue like this... it's very likely that my father and that wretched sister will find out about these little tricks. No! I absolutely cannot let this happen. Yes! I must have another way, I definitely will! That's right! That's right! Then I'll be able to enjoy my father's love all to myself!"

Thinking of this, her expression began to relax. She walked to the bedside, took out a fairly expensive tape recorder, turned it on, and began to sing Beethoven's Seventh Symphony.

As the music slowly began to play, Eslira's emotions gradually calmed down.

But just then, the door to the room was pushed open. A man with a goat's head and a human body, dressed in a black military uniform, stood behind him.

"Is that Krom? I remember telling you that you just need to stand outside at this point, right?" Anslira didn't turn around, just spoke normally.

But then, a man who had fainted flew over Anslila's head. She looked closely and realized that the man who had been thrown over was none other than Krom, the man she had mentioned.

“Mr. K... Mr. Krom!”

Seeing this, Anslila abruptly stood up, turning back to look warily at the mysterious figure in the doorway. "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the room of the Second Princess of England!"

The mysterious man uttered a chilling voice, ancient and sinister, as if it came from hell.

“Your Highness, there’s no need to be so tense. I’m just here to take your life. If you wish to address me, you may call me Flame Beast.” He said, giving a slight gentlemanly bow.

Upon seeing this, Anslila frowned and sneered:

"So you're the one Angelica sent to get rid of me? Haha... That makes sense, after all, I had her kidnapped and was planning to secretly eliminate her as the successor to the throne. How could she possibly let me go? Hahaha!" The girl laughed, holding her face, as if she didn't care at all about the assassin in front of her who called himself the "Flame Beast."

“You’re wrong. I wasn’t acting on her orders,” [Flame Beast] said in a low voice.

"Oh?" Anslila's expression faltered slightly upon hearing Ming's reply.

"I'm only seeking revenge for the children in the orphanages you personally sent to be experimented on, so no one else here will be killed by me besides you." As Ming spoke, the [Black Flame Demon] slowly appeared in his hand.

Black flames slowly rose from beneath his feet, gradually spreading throughout the room. Some flames transformed into chains, locking all exits, while others set the room ablaze, as if it had become her execution ground.

"Because you are a princess, assassinating me would indeed be unfair to those people who are still being used by you and think you are a great benefactor. So this time I will execute you as the [Flame Beast]. Let the people hate me if they want." Ming said, slowly approaching step by step.

A flicker of surprise crossed Anslira's face, but she quickly regained her composure. "Hmph, you? A mere assassin." As she spoke, she quietly retreated, trying to find a chance to escape.

"A little assassin?" Ming sneered, and black flames instantly pounced towards Anslira.

Anslila hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still burned on the arm by the black flames. Then, a large number of chains bound her up, forming a cross.

"If I can only be judged as a mere assassin, then one of the world's top ten magicians is even inferior to me, a mere assassin," Ming said, subtly implying something about someone.

"I've already convinced Jolena to go on the operating table to study how ordinary people can also acquire magical aptitude." Meanwhile, Möbius: Achoo! Huh? Which little lab rat somewhere far away is missing me? Never mind, this is of utmost importance, I'll let him go for now, hehe~ Miss Jolena, let's continue. Hehe~"

Ming walked slowly and steadily towards her.

His towering figure stood there like an insurmountable mountain, exuding an invisible sense of oppression. His right hand gripped his cane tightly, and without hesitation, he pressed the tip against Anslila's pale, delicate throat.

Ming's eyes were cold and ruthless as he stared intently at the woman before him, the one who had once plunged countless innocent lives into despair. His voice was low and hoarse as he asked:

"When you colluded with Salestio, heartlessly pushing those poor orphans into a deadly inferno, did you ever think that one day you would face the same fate?"

Hearing Ming's question, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, then she burst into laughter: "Is this how it ends? Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Ming's eyes, as deep and icy as a frozen pool, were like an incredibly sharp blade, mercilessly piercing straight into the depths of Anslila's fragile heart. In that instant, her originally clear, melodious, and unrestrained laughter seemed to be abruptly stopped by an invisible hand.

Anslira's exquisite and beautiful face instantly twisted and became ferocious. Her eyes widened, filled with a raging fire of anger and despair.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks, a mixture of resentment and grievance, each drop landing on the ground.

"What do you know?" she roared hysterically, her voice so shrill it almost pierced eardrums.

"In my father's eyes, there has never been only my sister! No matter how much effort I put in, no matter how hard I try to win his attention and affection, in the end, it is always my sister who is the one who is pampered! Why? Why is it all because of me? Is it because I am an illegitimate child?!"

At this moment, Anslila had fallen into a state of near madness. Her hands, bound by chains, were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, and blood slowly flowed down between her fingers, but she felt no pain at all.

The overwhelming sense of resentment in her heart surged forth like a burst dam, completely engulfing her.

Ming sighed softly, "So that's why you did those cruel things? To get revenge on your sister?" Anslila bit her lip and glared at Ming fiercely, "That's right, since Father only has eyes for her, then I'll destroy everything she cherishes."

Ming shook his head. "You're terribly wrong. Using the lives of innocent people to vent your jealousy will only plunge you into deeper darkness."

Anslira laughed as if she'd heard a joke. "You think I care? I have nothing left to lose."

Ming looked at the nearly crazed Anslila and felt a pang of pity. "You're not completely without anything; at least you still have a chance to change."

Anslira sneered, "Opportunity? When has this world ever given me an opportunity? I have been branded with shame since birth."

Ming's cane pressed against her neck again. "But that's no excuse for you to hurt others. Those children, they are so innocent."

Anslira's body trembled slightly, and there was a momentary wavering in her eyes. "So what? It's too late to say all this now."

Ming closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again with a firm gaze. "It is indeed a bit late, but as long as you are willing to bear the consequences and sincerely repent, I will give you a quick death, although... I may feel a little sorry for those children."

As Ming spoke, he raised his cane and pierced her chest. Anslila stared wide-eyed at Ming with a hint of relief, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Zai Zhiming bent down and used his broad and sturdy back to carry the lone passerby, Krom, on his back.

He walked slowly out of the luxurious villa with heavy steps.

At that moment, the old tape recorder in the room was playing Beethoven's stirring and magnificent Seventh Symphony.

The music surged in like a tidal wave, stirring people's hearts. As the last note fell, the entire piece came to a close.

Meanwhile, Anslila, who had been lying quietly on the sofa, had her beautiful eyes closed like shut windows, marking the end of her sinful life.

It was as if she had some mysterious connection with this piece of music, and when the music ended, it was the end of her life.

He then placed Crom down, glanced slightly at the British satellite surveillance in the sky, then bowed slightly before disappearing into the night.

The next day

The shocking news swept through London like a whirlwind—the Second Princess and more than 30 philanthropists had been assassinated at the same time! This sudden and devastating news left everyone speechless, and the astonishing event was being discussed everywhere, from the streets and alleys to the pubs and teahouses.

Those who had received help from Anslila were heartbroken. With heavy hearts, they flocked to the church to express their condolences for this kind lady in their own way.

The candlelight flickered inside the church, filling the air with a somber atmosphere. People sobbed softly, recalling the many good deeds Anslira had done during her lifetime.

Some people offered her pure white flowers to express their endless longing; others prayed silently, hoping that she could rest in peace in heaven.

As time went on, more and more people came to mourn, coming from all walks of life, from poor workers to wealthy businessmen.

But at this moment, their hearts are closely connected, together mourning the departed 'angel' and hating the nameless assassin who killed her.

As for DEM and SSS, they also jointly issued a warrant for the arrest of the extremely evil fire spirit, the Flame Beast.

"So?" Ming asked Möbius, who was explaining the news to him.

"It's nothing, Klein~ Actually, it's nothing. After all, they and I are both incorrigible villains. Aside from Her Majesty the Second Princess, they were all supposed to be secretly eliminated by Little Allen, so I don't really feel anything," Möbius replied, then licked her white gloves and smiled at Ming.

"But when are you going to deal with a villain like the Doctor?"

"When you're no longer of any use," Ming replied.