Secretary Ning left in a daze; not touching that thing for a month was practically killing him.
Geng Huo ignored him and went upstairs into his room.
He froze as soon as the light was turned on.
Hua Rong sat on Geng Huo's large bed and smiled at her, saying, "President Geng, we meet again."
Geng Huo was extremely excited when he saw Hua Rong!
But then, a chill rose from the soles of my feet: "Why are you here?"
Hua Rong tossed her hair: "What's wrong? President Geng doesn't seem happy at all."
She stood up and walked step by step towards Geng Huo: "How can President Geng not be happy? You should be happy. Didn't you have Secretary Ning slip a drug into my drink that would make me lose control?"
"So why is Mr. Geng unhappy that I'm offering myself up here of my own accord?"
Finally, Hua Rong leaned close to Geng Huo's ear.
Geng Huo turned his head, looked at her innocent face, and swallowed.
He tightened his grip, trying to hold back his tears, but his voice became hoarse: "How did you know? Could it be—"
His eyes were cold: "Secretary Ning betrayed me."
Hua Rong took a step back, leaned against the wall, and smiled even more charmingly.
This alluring gesture, combined with her innocent face, creates an ultimate temptation.
It makes you want to...destroy!
"Secretary Ning is a good dog of yours, Mr. Geng, so please don't misunderstand him."
Geng Huo's eyes darkened and became dangerous: "Then how did you know?"
Hua Rong held up a finger and shook it: "A woman needs to have her own secrets, Mr. Geng, don't you think?"
Geng Huo wasn't stupid; at this moment, he naturally knew that Hua Rong had a secret, and a big one at that.
Hua Rong glanced at him, circled him once, and then had two things in her hands.
Both are pistols hidden at the waist, and one is a knife hidden in the sleeve.
"Really," she said in a spoiled tone, "I should have waited longer, until Mr. Geng finished showering, but—"
Hua Rong's expression suddenly changed, her face turning as cold as ice. With lightning speed, she delivered a chop to President Geng's neck.
Before he passed out, Mr. Geng heard her cold voice: "Who told you to be so disgusting..."
nausea?
He had already woken up, and when he did, he found that he was completely naked.
He was chained to the bed in a spread-eagle position.
He had it made, never expecting that one day it would be used on himself.
When he looked again, he saw Hua Rong standing by the bed, holding a whip in her hand.
He also noticed the wardrobe full of props behind her, and the wall he was facing.
It was playing videos of him abusing girls over the years on a loop.
"Mr. Geng's hobbies are truly astonishing. This whip has a hundred nails embedded in it, along with candles, a rocking horse, an iron rod... I've counted, and the number of people you've humiliated on this bed is twenty-nine. Is that an average of one per year?"
Geng Huo didn't speak, nor did he show any fear on his face. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect Miss Zhou to have such refined tastes—hmm!"
As he was speaking, Hua Rong lashed him with a whip.
She said coldly, "You pervert! I'll beat you to death!"
One lash after another.
Geng Huo's face grew paler and paler, but his eyes shone brighter as he looked at Hua Rong.
"ah--"
"Ahh!"
"Ah! Miss Zhou, push harder!"
Hua Rong: "..."
The older she got, the more she felt something was wrong, until she heard the last sentence and finally realized it.
Geng Huo, that pervert, is not only a sadist, but also a masochist.
It's just that no one abused him before, so nobody knew.
Seeing Hua Rong stop, Geng Huo looked anxious: "Miss Zhou, why did you stop? Are you tired? It's alright, there are still many props, you can use them—"
"Shut up!"
Hua Rong gave a cold shout, and Geng Huo immediately shut up.
Those previously sinister eyes now looked pitiful, much like those of some kind of canine.
Haha, what a mad dog!
Hua Rong didn't make another move, but instead circled the bed.
Geng Huo's body was already covered in blood and gore.
There were quite a few nails on the rope. Although they were short and wouldn't cause deep wounds, they were still very sharp.
She didn't sympathize with him either. If she hadn't impulsively hacked the security camera in his office, she wouldn't have discovered that he had designs on her.
She was also puzzled. She didn't know this pervert at all, so why would he want to take advantage of her?
But it doesn't matter if she doesn't know; she doesn't need to get to the bottom of it.
Besides, she wouldn't be afraid even without Mingqi.
The third level of the Vitality Technique possesses a special power that makes her immune to all poisons.
Not to mention drugs that are simply meant to induce euphoria.
“Geng Huo, have you been to the hospital? You might have a mental illness,” Hua Rong said sincerely.
Upon hearing this, Geng Huo, who had been acting like an obedient child, suddenly exploded as if his tip had been hit!
"What do you know?! You know everything! I'm rich and powerful, I can do whatever I want! Hahaha! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong! Hahaha—"
Hua Rong frowned; Geng Huo had gone mad.
She thought of the powerful and wealthy people who preyed on the common people in the last world, and how similar Geng Huo was to them.
She called Wenqin, who was also very surprised after hearing what she said.
Finally, he said to her, "Don't worry about these things. Give me the evidence, and don't rush to call the police. You should know that even if you call the police now, it will be completely useless."
Hua Rong remained silent, knowing that Wen Qin's words made a lot of sense.
The Geng family, to which Geng Huo belongs, has a very good family background and even has connections with higher-ups.
This evidence might even lead to a change in the death penalty.
With a different identity and in a different place, Geng Huo can continue to harm those young girls.
Hua Rong finally asked Wen Qin, "So you're looking for evidence against them, right?"
After a moment of silence, Wen Qin said, "Yes, of course, I'm not exactly a good person either."
Wenqin had once been young and reckless, until one of those times occurred at a banquet.
He only realized what he was doing after several girls were killed by his companions.
The deaths of those people didn't even cause a ripple.
The obedient family members took the money and left; the disobedient ones disappeared from the world along with their daughters.
It was only then that Wenqin realized he was sick.
He especially liked girls who were as innocent as blank sheets of paper. Even if he didn't touch them, just looking at them made him happy.
My obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness has become even more severe.
Then he started to like power, and after gaining power, he began to investigate the entertainment industry.
He thought that if this circle were to become turbulent, perhaps those in power would notice the darkness within.
reform.
He wanted to make the country cleaner.
There's nothing particularly lofty about it; it's just about satisfying my own morbid obsession with cleanliness.
He has always felt that way.
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