Chapter 113 Using their own methods against them

Leopard's pupils contracted instantly, and the color drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pallor.

Was it fun?

He used to find it very enjoyable.

When he wielded the steel pipe and struck the legs of those disobedient "piglet" children, the crisp "crack" sound, accompanied by their shrill screams, always gave him a perverse pleasure of controlling the life and death of others.

But now, when the stick is pointed at him, he feels only a deep-seated fear.

"No...no...Great Immortal...I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was talking nonsense! I'll never do it again! Please, spare me! Spare my dog's life!"

Leopard Brother was crying and snot streaming down his face as he desperately kowtowed on the ground. His forehead slammed against the cold, hard cement floor with a dull thud, quickly leaving a bloody mess.

He tried to gain a little pity by self-harm.

Unfortunately, he was facing Zhou Jue.

"It's too late."

Zhou Jue's voice was completely calm, as if he were reading a pre-written verdict.

"You said you liked the sound of bones breaking."

Leopard's body trembled violently, until finally he was shaking like a sieve, emitting a hoarse, unintelligible wail from his throat.

"Since you like it so much..."

"Then let you experience it for yourself."

The moment the words fell.

"ah--!"

A scream suddenly burst from Leopard Brother's throat!

Everyone in the hall stared in horror.

Leopard Brother's thick right arm, which was bound, was seen to be bent outwards at an absolutely impossible angle!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones being snapped echoed in the hall.

This sound was clearer and louder than ever before!

Because this time, there were no screams to cover it up.

Leopard's mouth was wide open, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and apart from the gurgling sound of air leaking out, he could not make any other sound.

The excruciating pain left his mind blank.

Fear rendered him completely mute.

But this is just the beginning.

"Crack!"

Another crisp sound.

His left arm was broken in the same way.

"Crack! Crack!"

Next came his legs.

Those two legs that had once kicked countless people to the ground now hung limply, displaying an eerie, twisted arc.

All four limbs were severed!

Throughout the entire ordeal, they never saw who made the move.

Leopard Brother lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, his body twitching slightly from unbearable pain, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, and white foam and blood gushing from his mouth.

He didn't faint.

Zhou Jue used a wisp of spiritual power to keep him conscious, allowing him to fully experience this punishment tailor-made for him.

Let him hear the sound of his bones breaking, and see if it's satisfying or not.

The hall was deathly silent.

Those villains who were previously accusing each other and trying to exonerate themselves are now completely silent, almost unable to breathe.

Seeing Leopard's miserable state was like seeing their own fate unfold.

A yellow, foul-smelling liquid flowed from the crotches of several people, forming disgusting puddles on the ground.

Some people fainted on the spot, but were quickly revived by being splashed with cold water and forced to continue watching this terrifying "live broadcast".

Zhou Jue's gaze slowly swept across the terrified faces.

Her finger pointed to the next target.

The man who had previously boasted about how he shoved a human head into the toilet.

"Your turn."

"No! No! Ah—!"

The man's pleas for mercy were interrupted by a violent choking sound.

His head was violently twisted backward by an irresistible force, with his mouth and nose facing upward.

Then, he watched helplessly as the water pipe floated in mid-air, forming a jet of water that precisely poured into his mouth and nose.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

He struggled desperately, his hands, bound behind his back, clawing wildly, his legs kicking wildly on the ground, like a fish thrown ashore.

A feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him instantly.

His lungs felt like they were about to explode.

Just when he felt he was about to die, that force suddenly loosened.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

He lay on the ground, coughing violently, vomiting up the water that had filled his lungs and the acid from his stomach, looking utterly pathetic.

However, before he could even catch his breath...

That power descended once more.

His head was forcibly lifted once again.

The icy water was poured in again.

Time and time again.

The cycle repeats itself.

He teetered on the brink of death.

This is a hundred times more cruel than killing him outright!

Next up is the guy who likes to stab people in the back with a stun gun.

An invisible current appeared out of nowhere and struck him precisely in the lower back.

"Sizzle—!"

"Aaaaaah!"

He was convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and bouncing on the ground.

...

One after another.

Zhou Jue was like a heartless judge, returning to the villains the same sins they had inflicted on others.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and cries rose and fell.

This hell, which is usually filled with the cries of victims, has finally changed its protagonist today.

Cheng Gan stood in the shadows, quietly watching all of this.

Her face was expressionless, but her clenched fists betrayed her inner turmoil.

That felt so good!

That was so satisfying!

For these utterly depraved beasts, any legal judgment would seem far too lenient.

Only this kind of bloody retribution, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, can be the best solace for those innocent lives lost!

When the last villain had also tasted his "signature act" and collapsed on the ground, barely breathing, this one-sided punishment finally came to an end.

The entire hall had become a veritable hell on earth.

Zhou Jue looked at the more than seventy people in front of him who had been tortured beyond recognition, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

She turned her head, and her voice echoed in Cheng Gan's mind.

"Sister Cheng Gan, go and drive all the cars out and park them in front of the building."

"good."

Cheng Gan's figure disappeared again.

Zhou Jue walked over to the unconscious compatriots.

The effects of the hypnotic gas are almost worn off.

She reached out her hand and gently touched the ground with her fingertips. A gentle spiritual energy, like a spring breeze and rain, silently caressed everyone's body.

This force dispelled the residual effects of the drug in their bodies and soothed their nerves, which had become fragile due to long-term abuse and fright.

"Hmm..."

A girl who was lying face down on the table was the first to react.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

His eyes held a long-standing numbness and emptiness.

She subconsciously moved her fingers, wanting to type on the keyboard, but found that the entire office was eerily quiet.

There were no curses from the overseers, no clattering of keyboards, and no suppressed sobs from their companions.

She was stunned.

Then, she looked around.

Everyone, like her, is slowly waking up.

They looked around blankly, their faces bearing the same confusion and unease.

"What happened?"

"Where...where are those demons? Where did they go?"