Especially the faint, indelible smell of blood on the pistol, which seemed impossible to wash away, told the person with the gun pointed at them—
This pistol—
He has killed people.
And it wasn't just one person.
"You've got some backbone." Boss Chen suddenly burst into laughter, slamming his pistol heavily on the table. "I haven't been looked at like that in years. Shooting you dead would be too lenient."
Boss Chen gestured with his chin toward the scarred man, "His claws are a bit sharp, let's sharpen them first."
They dragged Mo Li aside, and soon someone came up with a whip covered in barbs.
Meanwhile, on Boss Chen's side, a delicate-looking man with red lips and white teeth was brought up.
The man was led to Boss Chen's side and knelt down on his own initiative.
While serving Boss Chen, the man secretly glanced at Mo Li out of the corner of his eye, his sidelong look carrying a hint of provocation.
"Concentrate, or I'll knock your teeth out one by one." Boss Chen patted the man's cheek.
The man's body trembled instantly, and he dared not look at Mo Li any longer, focusing on serving Boss Chen.
His clothes were ripped off and thrown aside. Mo Li knelt on the ground, silently enduring the long whip covered with barbs lashing his body. Each lash drew blood.
Soon, bloody welts appeared on his back, where his shoulder blades protruded.
As Chen Laoda stroked the effeminate man's soft black hair, he looked at Mo Li, who had been beaten.
The thin boy gritted his teeth and silently endured the whipping.
Looking into the boy's eyes, one feels as if being stared at by a venomous snake, a sense of crisis rising in one's heart. If one doesn't kill him today, one will surely die at his hands tomorrow.
However, after so many years of hard work and experience, Old Chen had seen all kinds of looks and wouldn't be intimidated by the eyes of a teenager.
On the contrary, it fueled his desire to conquer.
Just like Tibetan mastiffs, the fiercer the Tibetan mastiff, the more satisfying it is to tame.
Seeing that Mo Li hadn't uttered a sound despite being whipped so many times, Boss Chen clapped his hands and said, "That's tough enough."
He raised his hand to stop the man wielding the whip, squinted at Mo Li for a while, and then said to the scarred man, "It's a real waste to treat such a good seed as a toy. Take him to the training camp."
The scarred man nodded and then left the living room with Mo Li.
Mo Li lay in bed for two days, during which a doctor came to apply medicine to him. However, his wound had just scabbed over and was not fully healed when he was put in a black cloth bag and put into a pickup truck.
Over the years, Boss Chen has expanded his power and made many enemies.
He never married, but he had many mistresses who bore him numerous illegitimate children. Since his enemies couldn't get what they wanted from him, they targeted his illegitimate children instead.
After his two illegitimate children were murdered, Boss Chen simply took in a bunch of godsons and then sent all of them, both biological and godsons, to a heavily guarded training camp for training.
In the future, he will definitely have to choose a successor from among these sons. Naturally, he will choose from his own sons. As for the adopted sons, besides serving to confuse outsiders, they are also included so that his own sons can develop their own confidants and lay the foundation for future power.
A narrow road wound its way into the depths of the forest, the pickup truck driving on its wheels as they rolled over the withered leaves.
After turning past a lake, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a clearing about the size of two football fields after the trees were cleared.
A barbed wire fence several meters high surrounded the entire area, leaving only the main entrance for vehicles to drive in. Inside was a prison-like building.
There were more than a dozen Tibetan mastiffs at the entrance. Even before the pickup truck arrived, just hearing the noise, the dogs would bark at each other.
The pickup truck stopped in front of the gate, Mo Li's hood was removed, he blinked, and then he was pushed out of the truck.
His long, raven-feather-like eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyelids. Mo Li looked at the imposing building and knew that he only had two paths to take: either rot inside or walk out of it.
Once a stray dog that only knows how to survive finds meaning in its existence, it is no longer a stray dog.
Mo Li walked into the training camp step by step, and the door slammed shut behind him.
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"Xia Linyin, I've liked you for a long time! Be my girlfriend!"
A handsome young man, with a sunny disposition, knelt on one knee amidst a carpet of petals, holding a bouquet of roses, and shouted, "I love you, Xia Linyin!!!"
Xia Linyin looked expressionlessly at the boy, whose face was flushed with nervousness. Amid the cheers from the crowd, she said, "Excuse me, I'm preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam and want to focus my energy on studying."
She left, carrying her books, stepping over the rose petals on the ground, leaving everyone with only her aloof and slender back view.
In the three years since she entered university, she has encountered this kind of thing several times. Even though she puts on an aura of "keep away," boys still come up to her one after another to confess their love.
Moreover, many of them persisted even after being rejected, unlike in high school when everyone's feelings were more subtle and people didn't dare to make any overt pursuits at school.
But now, many boys are still pursuing her even after she has clearly stated that it's impossible.
There were even betting games on the campus website about who could win her over first.
This situation only began to improve after the people who were harassing her started receiving bloodstained prosthetics one after another.
Some say these prosthetics were given to Xia Linyin by one of her suitors, while others say Xia Linyin gave them away herself.
But no matter what, there are still people who confess their feelings to Xia Linyin, but no one dares to harass her anymore.
Today is her birthday. Xia Linyin walked towards the courier point. For the past three years since she entered university, she has received an anonymous gift every year on this day.
After receiving the box, Xia Linyin couldn't wait to open it.
Inside the box lay a pair of pink woolen gloves with cute cat patterns. Last year's gloves were blue, and the year before they were red with cherry patterns.
Xia Linyin touched her gloves, and the image of that frail figure resurfaced in her mind.
All these years, she has never found Mo Li.
Sometimes, when she sees a beggar on the roadside who is missing limbs, she will take a second look.
They feared that Mo's father hadn't actually transferred Mo Li to another school back then, but had instead sold her to human traffickers.
It can be seen from the waves of people coming to collect debts that Mo's father owed a lot of money.
Even tigers don't eat their cubs, but when a person is at their wit's end, they are easily capable of doing extreme things.
She didn't know why she was so obsessed with finding Mo Li. Maybe it was because she didn't believe Mo Li would leave without saying goodbye, or maybe it was because of the bloodstains.
The unsettling bloodstains in the rented room.
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