After the bodyguard left, Gong Ziqi continued to vomit.
After vomiting up almost everything he had eaten at the previous meal, he started vomiting bile.
Ugh, ugh!
Disgusting, absolutely disgusting!
Gong Ziming watched from afar, his gaze icy.
He seemed to see his former self in him.
"Fool, drink it! If you drink it, we won't hit you anymore."
No, I won't drink it.
Not drinking? That's not up to you.
"Big brother, second brother, let's force it down his throat."
Hmm...
Haha, drink up, drink up!
...
"Gong Ziming, you've been so good at pretending these past few years, we've all been fooled by you."
I vomited until I had no strength left.
Gong Ziqi hung his head, looking sickly and on the verge of death.
His mind kept replaying the humiliations he had inflicted on Gong Ziming over the past three years.
It's unbelievable how he could stand it.
Such a prodigy!
Before Gong Ziming's accident, he was the second Master Gong.
In fact, he surpassed his teacher.
Compared to him, the three brothers were nothing but trash.
Now, thinking back on the torment he once suffered, Gong Ziming wanted to laugh.
His gaze paused for a moment.
He looked up, his deep gaze falling on the man.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he spoke calmly, "Didn't you just ask me what else I wanted?"
Clang, clang.
Gong Ziqi struggled to lift his head, his eyes somewhat vacant.
He gazed at him, waiting quietly.
Gong Ziming smiled and said coldly, "I will reunite your family."
Gong Zixiu is dead.
How can we reunite them as a family?
The answer is to send them to hell.
Bang!
With a loud bang, Gong Ziming turned around, slammed the door, and left.
Gong Ziqi was stunned for several seconds.
When she came to her senses, she struggled violently, and the chains clanged loudly.
He yelled, "Gong Ziming, you're not human!"
"You want to climb to the top by stepping on our heads? Let me tell you, no way!!"
However, not long after that day, Gong Zili, who was still working at the Gong Group, was reported for embezzling public funds. After the matter was exposed, Gong Zili was dismissed by Gong Zimo.
Gong Ziqi heard the news in the basement and laughed angrily.
"Gong Ziming, Gong Ziming, if you have the guts, come and kill me!"
"Gong Ziming!!"
He screamed wildly, the iron chains on his hands clanging loudly.
At that moment, Master Gong happened to come down to take a look.
Upon hearing him scolding Gong Ziming, he frowned and looked displeased.
His bodyguards came up and opened the door for him, and he turned around and told them to wait for him outside.
He went in by himself.
The leather shoes made a clattering sound as they walked.
When Gong Ziqi heard this, his pupils widened and he suddenly looked up.
He was taken aback when he met the middle-aged man's sharp gaze.
He then came to his senses and took a step forward.
"Dad, Dad, let me out!"
His ankles were still chained, and he would fall as soon as he took a step.
After a few times, my hair became messy.
It was stuck to his face, making him look incredibly disheveled.
"Dad, Dad, please let me out! I feel so uncomfortable here, Dad."
He pleaded, hoping that Master Gong would soften his heart and let him go this time, considering that he was his son.
Unfortunately, he didn't.
He walked over from the front, narrowed his eyes, and said in an extremely cold tone, "Feeling unwell? You still have the nerve to say you're feeling unwell?"
Do you know how many people have suffered because of him?
Gong Ziqi pretended not to understand, "Dad, I'm your son. How can you bear to leave me here to suffer alone?"
He couldn't take it anymore; they wouldn't even let him use the toilet.
He eats, drinks, and relieves himself here all day long.
It's been stinking down there for a long time.
Even he himself found it hard to bear.
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