"Tsk, I heard that the process of dying by being buried in cement is quite painful, but it's short, only half a minute. So if you don't want to confess, that's fine too. Consider it a quick death for yourself." Gu Jin said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Qinglin shuddered violently.

"I...I..."

"Don't worry, Director Yang. With a few of us brothers here, I guarantee you won't be able to climb up." Gu Jin laughed, his laughter tinged with pleasure.

Click—

Jiang Yuan's wrist made a crisp sound, drawing everyone's attention.

He casually twisted his wrist, which had just been reset, and then tentatively shook it. When he looked up and saw that everyone was watching him, he glanced at them and said without any emotion, "You can continue."

Everyone: "..."

Yang Qinglin's face was as pale as paper, as if he had seen a ghost; he was genuinely frightened.

The group of men in front of him—one casually threatened to seal him in cement, another smiled and assured him he couldn't climb up, and yet another actually set his bones right in front of him—what kind of living devils were these?

Thump... another half brick was thrown into the cement pit.

"Oh no! It's almost frozen solid! If it falls in, there'll be no turning back. We won't be able to save it then!"

Before Yang Qinglin could react, Gu Jin smiled and waved to the burly men beside him.

Several burly men understood and grabbed Yang Qinglin's shoulders and legs, making a move to throw him into the gradually hardening cement pit.

"ah--"

Yang Qinglin suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered!

"I'll talk, I'll talk! Don't kill me!!"

A pungent smell of urine wafted over, and Yang Qinglin, like a piglet being held captive, kept thrashing about in the hands of the men, forcing them to throw him to the ground. His tantrum and rolling around were a far cry from his former imposing manner.

“Brother Zheng, he peed.” A burly man pointed at Yang Qinglin’s crotch and covered his nose in disgust.

A stain was seen slowly spreading from Yang Qinglin's crotch, dripping water.

Gu Jin clicked her tongue.

He suppressed his disgust and kicked Yang Qinglin's body, saying, "Hurry up and tell me."

"Yes, it was me... I instigated Lin Jiao, I told her to pick a fight with Ye Yun!"

Now that things had come to this, Yang Qinglin knew the outcome was decided. He closed his eyes tightly and shouted out loud. He had never suffered humiliation before, and at this moment, his dignity was stripped away without a trace.

When it comes to life, dignity is nothing!

"Why?"

"I resent Ye Yun!"

"How so?"

"Who told her she's so lucky! She's so lucky!" Yang Qinglin, as if struck by a provocation, suddenly became frantic, roaring indignantly, "Why is her life so good? I'm naturally dull-witted, terrible at learning, I've poured my heart and soul into it, racked my brains, and only at forty did I manage to climb the corporate ladder by stealing a piece of work. Even after becoming the factory director, I'm still trembling with fear every day, afraid I'll fall! But she's only nineteen, and she can come up with ingenious ideas that I could never have done in my entire life. Why is she so lucky?!"

Qin Zheng sneered, "You're incompetent, so you steal from others and you still think you're right?"

"What do you know!"

Yang Qinglin threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter extremely pathetic: "Heaven is unfair! Why are some people born intelligent, while others work their hardest and still can't even match a finger of someone else's talent! I often feel that my life is already very good, at least that idiot Chen Zhenxing is not as good as me, but why does Ye Yun help him? Why does such a benefactor as Ye Yun choose Chen Zhenxing instead of me? Why is even that dim-witted idiot Chen Zhenxing better off than me!"

"..."

Ye Yun couldn't listen anymore.

"Director Chen is not a dim-witted fool. He is an upright person, but he disdains your low-class and despicable methods."