The dungeon was filled with the smell of decay and mildew. Zhao Qingshan was chained to the damp brick wall, his wrists already rubbing blood marks. He struggled in vain like a fish out of water, the chains rattling.

Xie Yun sat on a mahogany armchair, slowly wiping the Browning in his hand with silk. After hearing the noise, he looked up at the embarrassed Zhao Qingshan, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qingshan's confused consciousness gradually became clear. He looked at the dark surroundings and finally met the eyes of Xie Yun in front of him. The memories of last night came flooding back.

Liu Tingting rarely took the initiative to invite him out. Her soft hands poured wine for him and her eyes were full of charm.

Now that I think about it, there was something mixed in that glass of wine! I actually fell into a trap!

"Boss Zhao," Xie Yun stood up and lifted Zhao Qingshan's chin with the muzzle of his gun, "Did you ever think you would end up like this?"

Zhao Qingshan spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Xie Yun, your father would always politely call me Master Zhao when he saw me back then!"

Xie Yun chuckled and pulled the trigger. The bullet instantly grazed Zhao Qingshan's ear and penetrated into the brick wall.

Xie Yun blew away the gun smoke, and a trace of cruel interest flashed in his eyes: "It's not a loss if it falls into the hands of your beloved Fourth Concubine."

Zhao Qingshan's temples were bulging with veins, and he swallowed his cry of pain, his Adam's apple rolling violently: "What kind of man is it to use a woman?"

Xie Yun leaned forward, his warm breath spraying on Zhao Qingshan's bloody ear: "Boss Zhao, you can't even control your own woman, and you still come to me for help..." He patted the other's pale cheek, "You are the least qualified to say this."

Zhao Qingshan sneered coldly: "If I had known this would happen, I should have strangled that bitch to death with my own hands!"

Resentment welled up in his cloudy eyes as he thought about how the outside world might laugh at him for being the leader of the Green Gang and falling into the hands of a woman.

Xie Yun seemed to see through his thoughts and suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears came out of the corners of his eyes, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Boss Zhao, Boss Zhao," Xie Yun wiped the tears from his eyes, his voice suddenly turned cold, "Are you still worried about your face?" He slowly raised his gun, the black muzzle pointed at Zhao Qingshan's heart, "Don't worry, you will never... have the chance to walk out of this dungeon."

Zhao Qingshan's blood instantly froze, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty: "It would be of no benefit to you to kill me now."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yun slowly put away his gun.

There was a glimmer of hope in Zhao Qingshan's eyes. He thought Xie Yun was afraid of the power of the Qing Gang, or worried about the reaction of the Japanese.

"You're right," Xie Yun sneered, but the smile was reflected in his eyes, "I really won't kill you now." He took off his gloves slowly, "But do you think I'm afraid of the Qing Gang? Or the Japanese?"

Zhao Qingshan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Your life has long been bought by Liu Tingting." Xie Yun's voice was gentle yet almost cruel, "She has been waiting for this day for a long time..." He scratched Zhao Qingshan's carotid artery with his hand.

Outside the dungeon, the sound of high heels hitting the ground came from far away, and every step seemed to step on Zhao Qingshan's nerves that were on the verge of collapse.

Liu Tingting's figure gradually became clear in the dark dungeon.