"Old Third, what brings you here?" the man asked. Old Third had a short, stout build, but his eyes weren't dull; they gleamed with a cunning light.
The man who had been injecting Yun Rong with the medicine was of average build, neither fat nor thin, like an ordinary pervert.
"Boss wants her," Old Third said, glancing at Yun Rong gnawing on herself on the ground. Finding it uninteresting, he immediately looked away.
"Now?" the ordinary pervert seemed not to have had enough yet. He looked at Yun Rong, who had just gnawed off half of his arm, with great pity.
"Then take her." The man waved his arm, as if reluctantly parting with something, his gaze still fixed on the bloody and mangled forearm.
"Enough, do you think everyone is like you? Scaring off the boss with such a mess." Old Third sneered, then walked to the rattan chair and lay down.
"That's better. Wait until she's gnawed herself to her fill, and then it'll be fine." Hearing Old Third's words, the man's lips curled up with envious pleasure.
Yun Rong, who had been gnawing on herself, stopped. The man admired the bloody and mangled spot for a long time.
"This is so satisfying!" The man licked his dry lips. This bizarre scene seemed to stir something primal within him.
"Enough, you're so troublesome," the man said, casting a look of mild disgust at the ordinary pervert, then casually picked up a plastic bag from the table and put it on his hand.
He then grabbed Yun Rong's bloody and mangled arm and began to pull.
"No, no, let me," the ordinary pervert pushed aside the hand with the plastic bag and then, with the hand he had been rubbing on his chin for a while, directly touched Yun Rong's bloody and mangled arm.
Old Third watched the excited glint in the man's eyes and suddenly took half a step back. He remembered how this man had always been the first to deal with corpses, and he had always thought it was out of consideration for his subordinates. Now, looking at it, the thought sent a chill down his spine.
By the time Old Third came to his senses, the ordinary pervert had already dragged Yun Rong out. Old Third hurried to follow.
The narrow corridor was lined with guards on both sides. They wore clothes that were as unique as ordinary people, but their stances and eyes revealed that they had undergone extremely rigorous training.
At this moment, an ordinary pervert with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes was dragging Yun Rong ahead. Blood stained the retro carpet of the corridor wherever Yun Rong's body passed. The cunning Old Third, however, stepped aside to avoid the dirty parts with disgust.
Soon, they reached the end and opened a door that looked extremely ordinary.
Yun Rong was thrown to the ground with a bang. Unlike the other rooms, this one had no carpet, but a cold, hard marble floor. Yun Rong had already lost consciousness, but after being thrown to the ground, her body involuntarily trembled.
However, her thoughts burned more intensely than ever.
It shouldn't be like this! How could that idiot Yun Shu Nian enjoy wealth and honor outside while she, who had schemed and calculated everything, was now in such a pitiful state!
It shouldn't be, and it couldn't be like this! Yun Shu Nian must go to hell, and heaven could only be mine.
For the suffering I've endured, some idiot will have to suffer a thousand times over!
"Miss Yun," a soft, natural voice reached Yun Rong's ears, causing her to curl up even tighter.
"What do you want to... torture me with now?" Yun Rong's voice was hoarse and trembling.
The man clicked his tongue, displeased with Yun Rong's words.
"Miss Yun, are you unhappy? Do you want me to give you a quick end?" The man sitting at the head of the table crossed his hands behind his back and leaned back, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.
"No, give me a chance... a chance to live, and I will bring you unimaginable... colossal wealth."
"Alright, isn't this your chance? That's why I've come to inform you specifically, Miss Yun." The man's eyes narrowed as he listened to Yun Rong's submissive tone. He clearly knew Yun Rong's weakness.
"You already know their... their location, don't you?" Yun Rong looked at the man at the head of the table with immense joy, a vivid image appearing before her eyes.
She would stand by Mu Qi's side, looking like Shang Gong, while Yun Shu Nian would be trampled in the mud.
And she wouldn't let Yun Shu Nian die easily; she would make Yun Shu Nian wish she were dead, a worm spurned by all.
"Yes, congratulations, Miss Yun, you're one step closer to your beautiful dream!" The man picked up the red wine from the table, looking quite leisurely.
"Then let's proceed according to Miss Yun's wishes now, transform into the person you want to be!" The man beckoned, and soon, someone who had been prepared stepped forward with an iron bucket and approached Yun Rong.
Then, lump after lump of fish maw was applied to Yun Rong's face and body, covering the gruesome wounds. The pain made Yun Rong feel as if she were dying.
After a while, Yun Rong changed into new clothes and put on platform shoes, truly resembling Shang Gong.
However, Yun Rong had no strength and lay on the ground, unable to stand.
The man sitting on the high platform saw this and kicked Yun Rong. "Miss Yun, if you can't even move, how can you achieve our grand plan?" The man's voice was full of worry for their "future," but his foot showed no mercy.
"I... I can!" Yun Rong forced herself to try and stand, but the man stomped her down heavily with his foot.
"Miss Yun, it's better not to overexert yourself." The man took out a small box from his pocket and took out a pill. Then, ignoring Yun Rong's widening eyes filled with terror, he shoved the pill into her mouth. Sudan Fiction Network.
The man then stepped back, and Yun Rong's pained retching caused his lips to curl into a mocking arc.
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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Yun Shu Nian, feeling melancholic, walked unknowingly into the depths of the forest. By the time she came to her senses, it was already late.
The old man's house occupied a quarter of the mountainside, so it wasn't hard to find. Yun Shu Nian hadn't walked far back when she saw a blaze of candlelight.
It seemed she had been out for too long. She wondered if Mu Qi was anxious.
Thinking this, Yun Shu Nian quickened her pace. However, when her gaze fell upon two shadows, her feet immediately stopped.