Chapter 217 I'm so glad I was the one who tied up.

Ding Zhiyi forced a fawning smile. "May I ask this gentleman's name?"

Qi Wende kicked Ding Zhiyi in the knee.

"Ah!" Ding Zhiyi heard the sound of his kneecap shattering, and he knelt down with his hands on the ground.

Qi Wende stepped on Ding Zhiyi's shoulders and said, "What I call myself is not important. What is important is that Chu Rou is my daughter."

Ding Zhiyi's sweat dripped onto the carpet; he now hated He Yin to the core.

If that bitch hadn't said Chu Rou had no background, why hadn't he investigated her himself? Now he's bitten off more than he can chew.

He looked at Brother Li beside him, his arms trembling, "Brother Li, please plead for me, I was just being used."

Brother Li sighed, "Xiao Ding, to be honest, we have a good relationship. Over the years, you've done a lot of unethical things using my name, but I haven't held it against you much."

"But you really have no eyes today. President Qi and I are brothers who have sworn brotherhood. Of all people to mess with, you have to mess with him. You can only pray for the best."

"Speaking of President Qi, I don't know if you've heard of him. He's quite famous in City B. He's the chairman of the Qi Group, who has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles."

Ding Zhiyi was terrified. He had certainly heard of the Qi family, and Qi Wende, the chairman of the Qi family, always wore a mask. He never imagined that the person wearing the mask would be Qi Wende.

He never expected that Chu Rou would be Qi Wende's daughter; the surname didn't match up at all!

"Mr. Qi, I didn't know, I really didn't know that Miss Chu was your daughter."

Qi Wende snorted coldly, "I crippled your son. Who told him to dare to covet my precious daughter? Sparing his life is already letting him off easy."

“Yes, yes, yes,” Ding Zhiyi nodded, “He really deserved it.”

"Is the person you're trying to arrest my daughter?"

Qi Wende pushed off with his foot, and Ding Zhiyi fell to the ground.

“You didn’t find her, but you kidnapped her brother Shen Luo and even whipped him. Do you know how heartbroken my daughter is?” Qi Wende moved his foot to Ding Zhiyi’s head. “My daughter cried, and it breaks my heart!”

Qi Wende pressed the cigarette butt in his hand onto Ding Zhiyi's head.

"Ah!" Ding Zhiyi cried out in pain as he smelled the burning scalp.

"Please come with me, Mr. Ding. I need to help my daughter vent her anger."

Qi Wende stood up and said to Brother Li next to him, "Brother Li, thank you for today. After this is over, let's have a drink and catch up."

Brother Li also stood up. "If you have something to say, just say so. We're brothers, no need to stand on ceremony."

Qi Wende nodded. "My daughter is waiting. I'll take my people over first."

...

Shen Luo had a fever, his head was foggy, and he felt like someone was pulling down his pants.

He forced his eyes open and saw that it was the stutterer who had already pulled his jeans down to his thighs and was about to take off his underwear.

"Waaah..." Shen Luo's mouth was still sealed shut. Enduring the excruciating pain, she twisted and struggled desperately, her eyes blazing with anger and hatred.

"Since I'm idle...sitting idle anyway, I might as well keep...keep me company and play...play for a while."

The stutterer started unzipping his pants, and everyone else burst into laughter. "Hey stutterer, you're such a pervert! How can you like men's anuses?"

The stutterer chuckled, "Only after trying... will you... will know... the fun it is."

"Hey stutterer, be careful, don't kill him. Boss Ding needs people to make money!" the tattooed man warned.

"I...I know!"

The stutterer touched Shen Luo's smooth buttocks with a lewd look in his eyes.

Shen Luo felt as if he had entered an ice cellar. Today would be the most humiliating day of his life. If this stuttering man succeeded, he would rather die here.

Just as the stutterer was about to succeed, a shoe struck him squarely in the face, leaving a red shoe print on his forehead.

"Who...who hit me?"

As soon as the stammering voice finished, a large number of people rushed out of the door.

While the tattooed men were still in a daze, they were subdued.

"Xiao Luo!"

"Shen Luo!"

Three figures had already rushed to Shen Luo's side.

Mo Chi kicked the stutterer to the ground, picked up the shoes from the ground, put them on Chu Rou, and then helped Chen Luo pull up his pants.

Mo Chi's eyes were bloodshot. His brother had almost been raped by this disgusting scumbag. Fortunately, Chu Rou took off her shoe and hit him in time, stopping everything.

He was straight, and so was Shen Luo. For them, this was a great humiliation, and the emotional damage they suffered would be difficult to erase for a lifetime.

Mo Chi kicked the stutterer repeatedly in anger, venting his rage.

Chu Rou and Qu Jie helped Shen Luo up and she leaned against them.

Qu Jie ripped the tape off Shen Luo's mouth and cried out his name, "Shen Luo!"

"I'm dirty," Shen Luo said hoarsely, her voice weak and feeble.

Looking at Shen Luo's battered and bruised body, Chu Rou couldn't stop the tears from flowing. "Xiao Luo, how are you?"

"Sister," Shen Luo called out to Chu Rou, his voice choked with sobs, tears welling in his eyes, "I'm in pain!"

Shen Luo's body ached, but his heart ached even more. If his sister hadn't arrived in time, he might not have had the courage to live on.

Mo Chi took off his coat and covered Shen Luo with it. Seeing his good brother being tortured like this, his heart ached. He said in a hoarse voice, "Shen Luo, hang in there. We'll take you to the hospital first."

Mo Chi ordered the men he brought, "Tie them all up and take them away."

His men acted quickly, and several men, including the tattooed man and the stutterer, were tied up and thrown on the ground.

Shen Luo was carefully lifted onto a stretcher, and two bodyguards quickly carried the stretcher out.

Qu Jie and Chu Rou followed them out.

The ambulance has already arrived and is waiting at the door.

Shen Luo was carried into the ambulance, and Qu Jie and Chu Rou followed.

Shen Luo had a high fever and no strength. Even keeping his eyes open was difficult, so he simply closed them. How wonderful! He was saved. His sister and his girlfriend had come to rescue him. He could finally relax.

Qu Jie held Shen Luo's hand, tears streaming down her face. Her big boy was fine in the morning, but he was tortured like this by nightfall.

Chu Rou used a wet wipe to wipe Shen Luo's face, but her hand holding the wipe kept trembling.

Her beloved younger brother has been beaten like this; apart from his face, his body is covered in whip marks, and his clothes are stained with blood.

Chu Rou dared not imagine how much pain Shen Luo must have felt when those whips struck him.

How painful and disheartened he must have felt when someone pulled down his pants and tried to humiliate him.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Luo," Chu Rou cried out, "It's my fault for dragging you into this, it's my fault for being late, it's all my fault!"

Shen Luo slowly opened her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister, it's not your fault. I'm glad it was me who tied her up. If it were you, I would go crazy."