Chapter 2 Threats
A metallic sound was heard, and Su Yumian opened his eyes and saw that Fu Quezhou had a syringe filled with blue liquid in his hand.
"What are you going to do?!" Su Yumian struggled, but his strength was too great.
"Don't be afraid, this is just a potion to make you behave temporarily..." He then inserted the syringe into his neck. "Do you know what you are best at among repairers?"
He licked the blood on the needle tip and said, "Only you can repair my work and make it look like it's alive."
A feeling of powerlessness gradually came over him, and Su Yumian felt his whole body was limp and he had no strength at all.
"Madman...devil..." He struggled to get up, but just as he stood up a little, he fell down again weakly.
The feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness was nothing compared to the fear in his heart. At this moment, he just wanted to stay away from this demon.
Seeing him like this, Fu Quezhou sneered and turned to an assistant, "Go get the things."
Then he walked towards the man in the suit who was already pissing himself with fear, "Come on, let's continue."
As he spoke, he injected a shot of medicine into the man in the suit, and then picked up a scalpel. The smell of blood and the man's screams came over, while the remaining five assistants watched all this indifferently, as if this kind of thing was nothing new to them.
Su Yumian turned his head reluctantly, but noticed the cell phone thrown aside. Yes, he had to call the police and leave here quickly.
While Fu Quezhou was not paying attention, he grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, causing his entire body to fall off the dissecting table while moving.
"Well…!"
He ignored the pain and slowly crawled towards his cell phone. Fu Quezhou curled his lips slightly and continued with the work in his hands.
After getting the phone, he quickly opened the text message interface, entered 110 to edit the message, and when he was about to send it, a big hand reached out from behind him and snatched his phone away.
"Oh! You're actually doing something useless. It seems you're quite stupid."
"Who are you contacting secretly? Are you going to call the police?" He glanced at the phone screen, saw the three numbers clearly, and sneered.
Su Yumian's pupils shrank slightly, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly, even his breathing stagnated: "No, it's not...!"
The veins on the back of the hand that had snatched the phone were now bulging, and the skin was still stained with the blood that had just been splashed by the man in the suit, which was now slowly sliding down the screen of his phone.
"So you really planned to call the police. Look what you called..."
On the phone screen was a text message that had been edited but not yet sent: "Help! Come to HG as soon as possible..."
"Su Yumian, it seems you are really disobedient..."
"That's not the case... Let me explain..."
Su Yumian subconsciously retorted, tugging at the corner of Fu Quezhou's clothes and begging bitterly: "Quezhou, I beg you to stop, you are committing a crime..."
"While there's still time..."
His words came to an abrupt end when he saw the man in the suit who had been dismembered. Fear and dread instantly swept over his body.
Fu Quezhou slowly squatted down, reached out and pinched his chin, one corner of his mouth twitched upwards, while the other remained stiff, revealing his white teeth.
In Su Yumian's eyes, he looked like a soul-catcher from hell, extremely terrifying.
"Now, do you still think it's too late?"
He approached Su Yumian, and his warm breath on Su Yumian's face made him feel like he was being burned by fire.
The more terrified he is now, the more regretful he is. He regrets falling in love with such a demon, and regrets that he tried to persuade such a bloodthirsty and cruel demon to give up evil and turn to good just a second ago. How ridiculous it is.
“Bang!”
After not hearing any answer for a long time, Fu Quezhou raised his hand and left clear five finger prints on Su Yumian's tender face.
The slap stunned Su Yumian. He covered his face and was stunned for several seconds until blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and he reacted.
"Ouch, it's bleeding."
Fu Quezhou reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, staring at the bright red with a dark look in his eyes.
"Does it hurt? You clearly had the chance to dodge it, why don't you learn your lesson?"
As he spoke, he put his arms around Su Yumian's neck, picked him up from the ground, and then placed him on the dissection table. His fingers with thin calluses gently stroked Su Yumian's soft hair, but the words he spoke were extremely cold.
"You have to answer when someone asks you a question, okay?"
"Well……"
Su Yumian's eyes were filled with fear, and he covered his face and trembled uncontrollably.
It was so scary. In his eyes, Fu Quezhou now looked like a cruel demon.
He wanted to run away, but his legs were too weak to do so.
Seeing him like this, Fu Quezhou sighed in embarrassment and his tone softened.
"Come on, Mianmian, let's answer again, ok?"
As he spoke, he slowly straightened the blood stains on his cuffs, as if the slap would fall again if Su Yumian didn't answer.
Su Yumian couldn't help shedding tears out of fear and stammered, "It's too late..."
Seeing him trembling like a sieve, Fu Quezhou frowned unhappily: "Don't cry, if you don't want to end up like him, you'd better be obedient."
Seeing him crying so hard, with his left cheek swollen, he chuckled and raised his hand to wipe his tears. He stroked the place where he was hit and said in a gentler tone: "Did it hurt?"
“No, it doesn’t hurt…”
My face doesn't hurt, but my heart does.
"Will you still bring me breakfast in the future?" Fu Quezhou asked.
Hearing this, Su Yumian hurriedly explained, "No, no, I won't send you off again, and I won't appear in front of you again to upset you, so I beg you..."
"Why?"
Su Yumian was stunned. What did this mean?
"Don't you love me anymore?" Fu Quezhou tilted his head, with a cold look in his eyes.
"No, no...!" Su Yumian retorted subconsciously, but swallowed the words back when she met Fu Quezhou's cold eyes.
But the hand that was caressing his face suddenly tightened, and her voice was cold: "If you say no, I will be very sad, because I want to hug you right now."
Fu Quezhou was holding his neck, and if he exerted any force, his life would be over.
“No, don’t…!”
Indeed, he had fantasized about the day when he and Fu Quezhou would be together, but never in this threatening way.
Not hearing a satisfactory answer, Fu Quezhou's eyes turned cold instantly. With a ripping sound, Su Yumian's shirt was torn.
Su Yumian raised her head in horror. No, it shouldn't be like this.
He regretted it, he was so wrong.
"Don't want to? Now you only have two choices. Either become my specimen and keep your mouth shut forever, or... open your legs obediently. It's your choice."
Fu Quezhou let go of his neck, stood up and glanced at Su Yumian coldly.
He doesn't want to choose either of these two paths.
"I was wrong! I won't... wuwu, tell anyone..." Su Yumian kept begging for mercy, pulling at the corner of Fu Quezhou's clothes and begging bitterly.
"Qie Zhou, seriously, I will shut up. Please, wuwu... I will agree to whatever you ask me to do, just don't kill me..."
Hearing this, Fu Quezhou smiled, pressed the back of Su Yumian's head, and said, "Su Yumian, are you really willing to do anything?"
"Really, I can do anything..."
“Hmm…!”
Before he could finish his words, Su Yumian's mouth was suddenly blocked. "In that case, please let me be satisfied first."
Su Yumian's pupils suddenly widened, and his breathing instantly froze. The more he struggled, the more intense the suffocating feeling from the clamp became. The pain made his eyes roll back, and only Fu Quezhou's disordered and heavy breathing could be heard in his ears...
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