Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1583: Stripped Off Clothes, Hung on the Tree

Chapter 1583: Chapter 1583: Stripped Off Clothes, Hung on the Tree
“Daring to follow us, speak up, who sent you?”
Zhan Beiye walked up to the man and stomped on the man’s chest with his foot.
“Ergh, ah!”
The man screamed in agony, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
Zhan Beiye’s foot had directly crushed the broken bones of the man, obviously on purpose. Was he trying to kill him? It was excruciatingly painful.
“Who sent you?”
Seeing that the man remained silent, Zhan Beiye asked again.
“What do you mean ‘who sent me?’ I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the man immediately denied.
At this time, who would admit they were following them? Now, the only thing on his mind was how to extricate himself from the accusation of tailing them.
“I wasn’t watching you; it was merely a coincidence that I was traveling the same way as you. What are you trying to do, kill someone? This is the Feather Abyss Plane, and if you foreigners dare to make a move, don’t expect to leave alive!”
“Heh.”
Zhan Beiye let out a light chuckle.
Such words were all too familiar to him. Every time they caught a spy or something, wasn’t this the kind of thing they heard the most?
It seemed that no matter which plane it was, the excuses for self-exoneration were pretty much the same.
“If you don’t want to talk, then go ahead and die! I’d like to see just what the people of the Feather Abyss Plane can do to me!”
“You”
The man only managed to utter a single word before his throat was penetrated by a streak of Original Soul energy, killing him instantly.
“Tsk.”
Accompanying Zhan Beiye was Xiang Qiyan’s bodyguard, who couldn’t help but click his tongue lightly at seeing the man killed on the spot.
It would have been better to leave the man alive; surely they could have gotten something out of him, right?
Now look, the man was dead, and there was no opportunity to extract any information. They couldn’t even identify who dared to make a move on their prince, leaving them clueless about how to guard against future attacks.
“Prince Zhan, you should have left someone alive,” the bodyguard said.
“Why keep someone alive? To let the murderer know that your prince has obediently come back to meet his death?” Zhan Beiye turned his head to glance at him and asked.
“Er.”
The bodyguard was taken aback for a moment.
Though that was the rationale, why did it sound so unpleasant?
They weren’t here to meet their demise; they had clearly come back for vengeance. The grievance that had harmed their prince was surely one he intended to avenge. But now, he had no idea about whom to seek out for retribution.
“Forget it, he was just a low-level lackey; probably knew nothing,” he consoled himself.
“Good that you understand,” Zhan Beiye responded before turning his attention back to the corpse in front of him.
“Su Tang, destroy his face, strip off his clothes, and hang him from a tree,” he ordered.
“Not destroy the body and erase the tracks?”
Su Tang, after hearing his words, inwardly twitched at the corner of his mouth and asked.
“There’s nothing worth destroying. Eventually, it will become known that your prince has returned. Rather than hiding it, better to intimidate them. Or even better, infuriate those behind this man. The best would be to infuriate them to the point of death,” Zhan Beiye said.
Su Tang’s facial twitch grew more severe, thinking that Prince Zhan’s friend was indeed badass to have thought of such a plan.
The key point was, could the death of such an insignificant underling really enrage the mastermind behind him to near death? It seemed improbable, didn’t it?
However, it was still a good idea to shock the opponents, making them realize they shouldn’t take Prince Zhan for an easy target, right?
With that thought in mind, he went to carry out Zhan Beiye’s command