"Yang... Yang Qinglin?"

A huge pit had been dug in the open space in front of them, filled with cement that was still half-hardened. Several large barrels filled with cement were placed beside the pit, and next to the barrels was... Yang Qinglin, who was tied up like a rice dumpling.

At this moment, Yang Qinglin's face was bruised and swollen, with two streams of blood congealed on his face, and one eye was so badly injured that he couldn't open it. He was kneeling and lying on the edge of the cement pit, barely alive.

If it weren't for his signature clothing and black-and-white slicked-back hair, Ye Yun wouldn't have recognized him at all.

However, these things he was once so proud of are now in a mess. His once clean and tidy Zhongshan suit is now covered in dirt, and his once meticulously styled slicked-back hair is now as messy as straw, mixed with sand. He looks as disheveled as can be.

There were a few other people standing around.

A row of burly men whose names I don't know stood guard with their hands behind their backs, including Gu Jin and Jiang Yuan.

Gu Jin lit a cigarette, a hint of nonchalance still lingering between his brows and eyes, but the light from the cigarette illuminated his hands, revealing the bloodstains on them and the coldness in his eyes.

His usual demeanor was cynical, but it was never his true nature. And those who could accompany Qin Zheng were certainly not ordinary people.

Jiang Yuan shook his wrist, as if he had injured his joint when he attacked. He had already taken off his glasses, and his narrow eyes were slightly upturned. His sinister gaze added a touch of morbid danger that made people tremble.

This frail scholar... is quite perverted.

Ye Yun blinked.

Family members, does anyone understand?

She's really seen something new today.

What right did she have to witness this bloody scene, comparable to a hellish battlefield?

"Oh? Ye Yun, you're here?" Gu Jin turned his head and saw Ye Yun, instantly breaking into a bright smile.

Ye Yun twitched the corner of her mouth.

"I know you have a pretty smile, but don't smile yet, I'm a little scared."

"Hey~ Are you complimenting my looks?!" Gu Jin was smug, looking at Qin Zheng with an air of smug satisfaction, "Qin Zheng, I told you I'm pretty! Did you hear Ye Yun compliment me on my looks?!"

Qin Zheng, "..."

Ye Yun, "..."

You're pretty good at grasping the essentials!

Jiang Yuan looked up when he heard this.

However, he only glanced at it before expressionlessly looking away, taking out his glasses from his breast pocket, putting them on, and continuing to fuss over his wrist.

A faint whimper came from the ground.

It turned out that Yang Qinglin struggled violently when he heard Ye Yun's name.

But he was tightly bound with hemp rope, and his mouth was stuffed with a smelly towel from the construction site. When he twisted his body, he looked like a pig.

Ye Yun calmly squatted down, looked him in the eye with an indifferent expression, gave a cold smile, and greeted him clearly, word by word: "Director Yang, it's been a long time!"

"Ugh—Ugh ugh ugh!"

Like a dog reacting to stress, Yang Qinglin's pupils suddenly contracted, and he shook his body violently, struggling incessantly. His angry eyes seemed to want to pounce on Ye Yun and bite her to death on the spot.

"Behave yourself!"

Gu Jin kicked him hard in the back.

"Ugh!!"

The unbearable pain caused Yang Qinglin to scream repeatedly. His face was contorted in agony, and he collapsed to the ground, only able to groan weakly.

Ye Yun glanced at Gu Jin.

Gu Jin immediately withdrew her foot, obediently hiding behind Jiang Yuan, and gave her a kind smile.

That's really kind of them.

Ye Yun simply stood up as well, calmly looking down at Yang Qinglin who was still groaning. "Can't take it already? I'm just returning the favor for what you did to me during the day. Have you never thought you'd have a day like this?"

He probably never thought of it, which is why he resorted to such underhanded methods to harm people.

"Mmm—"

Yang Qinglin was hysterical. Although he could not speak, his angry tone made it easy to tell that he was shouting Ye Yun's name.

Qin Zheng stepped forward and ripped off the smelly towel.

"Pah... ptooey ptooey ptooey..." Yang Qinglin spat repeatedly, the stench making him gag several times. He had never experienced such humiliation. His eyes were bloodshot and he glared at Ye Yun, trembling all over: "You, you actually dared to kidnap me! And you even dared to have people beat me up! I am the factory manager of Qingshan Garment Factory, I will never let you get away with this!"

"Why are you still so stubborn? Don't you understand the situation?" Gu Jin came up and kicked him again.

Yang Qinglin let out another scream.

Gu Jin wanted to kick him again, but the next second he saw Ye Yun staring at him calmly.

That look sent chills down Gu Jin's spine. She pulled her foot back and waved her hand, warning, "Consider yourself lucky, you old codger. If you know what's good for you, quickly explain how you instigated Lin Jiao to harm Ye Yun. If you don't, then..."

He picked up half a brick and threw it into the half-full cement pit with a thud.

The bricks quickly sank into the large area of ​​cement.

Yang Qinglin stared in disbelief at the restored smooth cement surface, his face turning deathly pale.

"Director Yang, this place is remote, and few people come here except for the workers. It's also hot today. If you go down here tonight, the cement will be dry by tomorrow morning. The cement will seal the body, and there won't be a single trace left. Do you want to give it a try?"

This time, it was Qin Zheng who spoke up.

His deep voice was like that of Yama, the King of Hell.

He simply stood there, calm and fierce, and a single glance from him sent chills down one's spine.