Song Tai initially thought that the sentence he heard before he lost consciousness was a hallucination.
Now that he was fully conscious and heard Qi An speak with his own ears, he realized that what he said was not a hallucination.
A mute person... actually started speaking?
He had investigated Anning carefully and was absolutely certain that he was a genuine mute and could not possibly be faking it.
He scrutinized the person in front of him, confirming that it was indeed An Ning, even the location of the cigarette burn scar on his arm was correct.
He still looked the same, but he could clearly feel that An Ning's temperament was like that of a completely different person.
Song Tai asked, "You... how come you can talk all of a sudden?"
Qi An did not answer his question, but walked straight to Song Tai and, without saying a word, made a cut on his body.
The cut wasn't deep and didn't hurt much, but it drastically changed Song Tai's expression, who had always been certain that Qi An wouldn't dare to hurt him.
Because the incision was on the side of the neck, just millimeters away from the carotid artery.
If the young man's hand trembles even slightly, he will die.
Song Tai felt the blood forming a thin line flowing down the side of his neck. He frowned and said:
"Ah Ning, you've gone too far. Untie me right now, or I'll get angry."
Qi An looked at Song Tai, whose forehead was already covered in sweat and whose expression was obviously stiff, and sneered:
"That old man really only has a mouth that can get hard!"
Qi An stepped precisely into Song Tai's minefield. Even though he was tied up, Song Tai charged forward fiercely, wanting to hit Qi An.
Qi An waved his hand without hesitation and stabbed him again.
This time it's on my chest.
Song Tai cried out in pain, panting heavily, and glared fiercely at Qi An before roaring:
"You bitch, haven't you made enough trouble? If you don't let go, I'll... ah?"
Qi An plunged a knife into his thigh and twisted it around.
Song Tai was in so much pain that his veins bulged, and he finally realized that Qi An was serious.
He started calling out to Gao Hui, hoping someone would come and untie him.
"Gao Hui... Gao Hui... Someone come quick..."
However, the basement he personally arranged had excellent soundproofing; no matter if someone was committing murder or dancing inside, no sound could be heard outside.
The cage he built for Anning has now become his own retribution.
When Song Tai saw Qi An dragging Gao Hui, who was barely alive, out, he could no longer hide the horror on his face.
Gao Hui had been starving for two days and couldn't even get up. She could only struggle weakly on the ground.
Even then, he didn't forget to remind Song Tai: "Master... he seems to have gone mad, you have to be careful."
Song Tai roared, "What exactly do you want?"
Qi An asked, puzzled, "Isn't it obvious what I want to do? Don't you realize it?"
"Could it be that you've developed some new intellectual disability after just a few days?"
Song Tai was well aware of the evil he had done to An Ning.
They've come for revenge.
Song Tai forced himself to steady himself and forced a refined and approachable smile:
"Ah Ning, don't do this. Let me go first, and we can talk things over."
Qi An's response was to stab him again.
Song Tai went completely mad, his eyes bloodshot and his lips trembling, like a wild beast that had been enraged.
"You bitch, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."
Qi An stabbed him in the mouth that was spewing feces, tearing the flesh open. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out.
"That's more like it. You're a real beast, why are you pretending to be human?"
Song Tai's lips were bleeding, and he spat out bloody foam whenever he spoke.
With a sinister smile on his face, he hurled every insult involving genitalia at Qi An as blood streamed down his face.
The reason why a pervert is a pervert is because he lacks normal empathy.
Not only does he think differently from ordinary people, but he also has an extremely high tolerance for pain, or rather, he enjoys pain.
Most people would have collapsed and begged for mercy by this point, but Song Tai, besides fear, was actually somewhat excited.
Because, looking at the beautiful young man before him, who seemed like a bloodthirsty rose, his desire slowly rose.
Qi An: "..."
Damn, I'm disgusted.
Song Tai cursed with increasing fervor, his expression growing more and more excited, perfectly embodying the word "pervert."
His excitement came to an abrupt halt when he saw where Qi An had moved the knife.
He swallowed the bloody froth, finally beginning to feel genuine fear.
Qi An placed the butterfly knife on that thing and said with a smile, "Keep cursing."
Cold sweat streamed down Song Tai's face as he looked at Qi An in terror: "What are you doing? Take it away!"
He froze, afraid to move, lest Qi An's hand tremble and injure his precious manhood.
Having never experienced it before, he was already ecstatic after experiencing that ultimate bliss these past two days, to the point that his very soul was trembling with happiness.
Qi An: "Have you been very happy and content these past two days?"
Song Tai dared not respond.
Qi An smiled, leaned close to his ear and said, "Scum like you doesn't deserve to be happy. Now, I'm taking it back."
Before Song Tai could even be surprised at how Qi An knew all this, he saw Qi An raise his knife.
Song Tai was terrified; his previous freakish arrogance vanished, and he pleaded repeatedly.
"No, Ah Ning, please... no... I know I was wrong... I'll give you anything you want, just don't touch it..."
Qi An said coldly, "When An Ning begged you before, when she said no, did you stop?"
After saying that, Qi An raised his knife and cleanly cut off Song Tai's genitals.
Ata exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, the tools of the crime have been confiscated! How pitiful!"
Qi An: "That's great. Before, although it was useless, at least it had some function. Now it's a dead eunuch who is both body and soul."
Song Tai stared in horror as his dignity, which he had just regained for two days, was gone with a single, sharp cut.
The excruciating pain of being cleansed without anesthesia caused him to let out a bloodcurdling howl like a wild beast on the verge of death. His eyes bulged bloodshot, and he convulsed as he lost consciousness.
While unconscious, he felt someone pry open his mouth and stuff something, along with blood and flesh, into it.
He couldn't swallow it, so the person kindly broke it up for him, added water, and forced him to swallow it.
Ata, who witnessed everything, nearly had his eyes pop out: "...You're such a pervert!"
Qi An: "You flatter me, I'm fine."
Ata: "..."
Why do you look so proud?
Not long after Song Tai fainted, he was awakened by Qi An stabbing him in the hand with a knife.
Qi An also untied him.
Upon waking up, Song Tai disregarded everything else and immediately crawled all over the floor searching for his severed treasure.
He was still unwilling to give up and naively thought of sewing it back on.
Even if installing it is useless, it's still better than not having it at all.
Song Tai found nothing; there was nothing on the ground except blood.
He wriggled, muttering nervously, "Where is my baby? Where is it? Give it back to me... give it back to me..."
Qi An squatted down in front of him, pointed to his stomach, and kindly explained, "Your baby is right here."
Song Tai seemed not to understand Qi An's words. He was bewildered for a moment before realizing what he meant.
Then, he put his hand in his mouth and desperately tried to lick his throat until he bled.
He lay on the ground and vomited violently, almost bringing up his internal organs.
Just like An Ning when she found out what kind of meat she had eaten!
Ata felt both disgusted and incredibly pleased: "Pah, serves him right."
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