The man narrowed his cold eyes, tightening his grip on the phone as if he wanted to crush it, his voice icy: "Who is the other party?"
"Time is limited, I haven't been able to find out yet..."
"Tell Ye Feng to track the location of that van. As for you, keep investigating who's behind this—I want the mastermind found!"
"Yes."
The man applied makeup to disguise himself in front of the mirror, then walked into the dressing room to change into a sleek black outfit. He put on a Bluetooth headset and ordered coldly, "Notify me immediately if you find any leads!"
Han Chong nodded. "Understood..."
In a cold, damp abandoned factory, a girl lay curled up on the ground.
Suddenly, a basin of cold water was splashed over her, jolting her awake from the chill!
The biting cold made her shiver involuntarily. She opened her light-colored eyes to see several blurry figures standing before her.
The effects of the sedative hadn't worn off yet. Her soaked hair clung to her face as she barely moved a finger, lying on the ground, unable to stir for a long time.
A sharp pain shot through her as someone kicked her hard.
A familiar female voice rang in her ears: "You slut! You bitch!"
An Qing vented all the humiliation she had suffered from Shen Tingfeng onto An Ruo. Her thick-heeled shoe stomped on the back of the girl's hand, drawing a pained whimper.
"An Ruo, you little tramp, always seducing men everywhere. I regret not ruining this face of yours when we were kids."
She smirked viciously. "But it's not too late to ruin it now."
An Ruo's vision gradually cleared as she watched An Qing pull out a dagger. The sharp gleam reflected her delicate features. Heaven had blessed her with a breathtaking beauty, yet in this harsh world, she was constantly ostracized.
"You've snatched everything from me since we were young—Grandma's affection, our classmates' attention, the teachers' praise, and every man I liked ended up obsessed with you! Not only did you steal my position as the eldest mistress of the Shen family, but you also dared to seduce the second young master Shen. An Ruo, you deserve to die, you really do!"
She grabbed An Ruo's collar like a madwoman. "You were supposed to marry Shen Xiaoxing in my place. If you die, I can return to him legitimately."
Whether she could become the heir of the Shen family was a matter for later. That man was stunningly handsome—if she could spend a night with him, even if he were lame and blind, she'd accept it!
An Qing regretted it. She deeply regretted agreeing to let An Ruo marry into the Shen family in her stead. If she hadn't, she would surely be the eldest mistress now, and Shen Xiaoxing's devoted affection would be hers!
"But letting you die so easily would be too merciful. I want you to suffer a fate worse than death, to see you in your most depraved state!" An Qing pulled a pill from her pocket, pinched the girl's cheeks, forced her mouth open, and shoved it in...
An Ruo's tongue tasted bitter, and she couldn't make a sound. She tried to scream for help, but only muffled whimpers escaped her throat.
She felt the pill slide down her throat, trembling as she clutched her neck, trying to vomit it out.
"Don't you like seducing men?" An Qing smirked lightly. "My dear sister, I've found you plenty of men. They're strong and sturdy—they'll take good care of you."
"Cough, cough, cough..." An Ruo lay on the ground, coughing violently, trying to force the pill out of her throat.
An Qing stood up, looking down at her coldly without a trace of pity.
Shen Tingfeng's orders echoed in her mind: kidnap An Ruo for three to four hours, don't hurt her, don't touch a single hair on her head...
Hah, as if she didn't know what Shen Tingfeng was plotting.
That lecherous pervert kept pestering her about An Ruo—his intentions were as clear as day!
The drug began to take effect. An Ruo felt countless ants crawling inside her, gnawing at every bone and limb. This sensation was familiar.
It was the same reaction she'd had after drinking the rib soup brought by Steward Xu last time.
Hot, so hot...
An Ruo whimpered in agony as she heard An Qing coldly order, "You lot, take good care of her. Better yet, cripple her!"
That way, Shen Xiaoxing would never want her again!
Several burly men leered at An Ruo, their lustful gazes exposed. They cracked their knuckles like beasts eyeing their prey...
Knowing no one would come to save her, An Ruo struggled to lift her hand, stretching her arm toward the dagger An Qing had dropped on the ground.
Her body was paralyzed, and the dagger wasn't far, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it. A burly man walked over and kicked the dagger aside. The group reached out with grimy hands to tear at her clothes...
An Ruo couldn't speak or move, forced to watch as they ripped her clothes open, their repulsive hands groping her body.
Her skin was fair and smooth, her figure so enticing it made one's mouth water.
Just as An Ruo was about to bite her tongue in despair, the rusty iron door suddenly burst open. A figure walked in, silhouetted against the dim yellow light...
Behind him surged over a dozen men in black, who swiftly knocked the thugs to the ground. An Qing, sensing trouble, had tried to slip away early but was caught halfway.
The man caught sight of the girl's exposed shoulders and legs, fury surging within him. He kicked the nearest burly man over, pulled out the dagger, and severed his vital parts.
A pig-like scream echoed through the empty factory—
The others immediately fell to their knees, begging for mercy, some even wetting themselves in terror.