Chapter 227 A Life Worse Than Death
Yan Qihang's mouth was wide open, and he could only make muffled noises, drooling down his face. He looked both pathetic and disgusting.
Song Jingyi had never met Yan Qihang.
At this moment, he was completely certain that Yan Qihang had died at his hands in his previous life.
“Oh, right,” Song Jingyi stepped on his chest, stomping down hard, his tone relaxed, “to let you meet an old acquaintance.”
After saying that, he turned his head towards the door and said, "If you don't get back in, don't ever show your face again."
Everyone looked towards the doorway.
A bald man in camouflage, carrying a bag, walked in grumbling with an unhappy expression.
He complained as he walked: "I've been holding back for a month, thinking it was some kind of big deal, but it turns out to be such a small fry. It's a complete waste of my good mood."
He took two steps, turned to look at Yan Buyu, put on a smile, and gave a gentlemanly bow, "Good evening, beautiful lady."
Yan Buyu was still not used to him being like this. "Ah, hello."
The head injury hasn't healed yet.
Song Jingyi saw the 'look of care for the mentally challenged' in her eyes as he had hoped.
The little fish are so much fun.
"You, get over here." He coldly called to A-Cheng.
Acheng shrugged and said, "I'll go first, beautiful lady. Whatever I do afterward is none of my business. Thank you."
Silence: ...
Yan Qihang was shocked to see Song Jingyi.
When he saw Acheng coming over, his expression was one of terror.
He struggled to escape from Song Jingyi's feet, scrambling backward.
Acheng stopped, his gentlemanly expression failing him, and cursed, "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to say my bald head is ugly?"
"We're old acquaintances, why are you so surprised?" Song Jingyi forced a smile as he looked at Yan Qihang, who looked worse than a stray dog.
Yan Qihang pointed at Acheng, trembling all over.
Acheng scratched his head, looking puzzled. "Boss, did you guys beat him senseless? I'm not that scary, am I?"
"Perhaps, he died at your hands in his past life," Song Jingyi said calmly.
His men mostly value speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness; they are efficient and decisive in their work.
Only Acheng has many tricks up his sleeve, uses cruel methods, and likes to slowly grind down mice.
Song Jingyi's first reaction to Yan Qihang was to release Acheng.
Torture him in the most cruel way, making him suffer more than if he were dead.
So he thought that he must have had the same thoughts in his past life.
Yan Qihang locked Acheng up for a month, making him think he hadn't noticed him.
It won't interfere with Xiaoyu's business.
Now it seems that everything I guessed was correct.
"Boss, what do we do?" A-Cheng put down his backpack. "Quick death, slow death, or a fate worse than death, which do you want?"
言不语: Why does it feel like they're ordering food?
Song Jingyi judged the distance and figured that Xiaoyu shouldn't be able to smell his cigarette.
He found a chair, sat down, and slowly lit a cigarette. "Do whatever makes you happy."
Acheng finally smiled. "I told you you still love me. Of course, I still prefer something that's both fast and slow, something that will make him wish he were dead."
Yan Qihang whimpered as he crawled out, but Chen Mo picked him up like a chick and tossed him back in with one hand.
Every time A-Cheng threw something out, his heart trembled.
The inhuman torture he experienced in his past life caused him to suffer a mental breakdown.
He yelled and looked at Yan Buyu.
At that moment, he felt that this was the only person who could save him.
After all, they were father and daughter across two lifetimes.
While watching the spectacle without saying a word, Yan also listened to what Song Jingyi had to say.
She had a vague feeling that Yan Qihang had also died at his hands in his previous life.
Song Jingyi had smoked half a cigarette, while Acheng hadn't finished taking out his things.
"Stop dawdling," Song Jingyi said with a look of disgust. "So, Amo has to be responsible for dragging people back for you, right?"
"Who used it?" After saying that, A-Cheng pulled out a small, exquisite gun and casually fired two shots at Yan Qihang.
The two shots hit his knees precisely.
Yan Qihang was too weak to even crawl.
The two gunshots came without warning, startling Yan Buyu.
Fortunately, Si Jingxu reacted quickly and pulled her into his arms.
Song Jingyi flicked his cigarette butt at Acheng, "Just giving you a heads-up."
Acheng turned around and saw the young lady being embraced by her boyfriend; he understood.
He stood up and bowed to Yan Buyu. "I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I was too rash. I will let you know in advance so you can be prepared."
The contrast was so stark that Yan Buyu didn't react for a moment. She said, "Ah, don't mention it."
“Then I won’t stand on ceremony,” A-Cheng said with a smile, taking out a palm-sized stick and introducing it: “Miss, this is an electric baton, usually used for questioning. Here you go.”
After he finished speaking, he squatted down and pressed his body against Yan Qihang, saying, "Just press here."
Yan Qihang was electrocuted and his whole body was convulsing; his voice even changed tone.
After giving him the electric shock, A-Cheng asked Song Jingyi, "Brother, is there anything you want to ask him?"
Song Jingyi did indeed hear Yan Qihang talking on the phone about selling Yan Buyu to an underground brothel.
However, since Xiaoyu was over there, he didn't want to ask anymore. She was concerned about her image, and those words wouldn't sound nice.
"Nothing to ask." Song Jingyi took out another cigarette.
All the questions have now been answered.
Just kill it.
"Oh." Acheng put down the stun gun and took out a military knife. "Miss, this is much better than your toy. I'll get you one later."
He remained silent, his face slightly flushed.
Compared to all his stuff, my own utility knife seems like child's play.
"Why are you talking so much?" Song Jingyi said, displeased. "Continue."
Next, Yan Buyu saw many weapons and tools she had never seen before.
Acheng demonstrated how he used those things on Yan Qihang.
It took Yan Buyu about half an hour to go from initial shock to acceptance.
To her horror, she discovered that she was not only not afraid, but also somewhat excited.
After reflecting for a moment, I wondered if I might also have this potential abnormal factor in my blood.
"Are you scared?" Si Jingxu covered her eyes, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Yan Qihang is going to die. Let's go. Aunt Lan is still waiting for you at home."
Song Jingyi had been watching this area closely and, seeing the situation, assumed she was feeling unwell, so he called for Acheng to stop.
"Yanzhou, take her home. You don't need to worry about things here; I'll handle it." He stood up and said to Shen Yanzhou.
“Okay, then… I’ll trouble you to clean up the mess.” Shen Yanzhou stepped aside to block his sister’s view.
Song Jingyi watched the small figure leave, his eyes filled with unyielding tenderness.
Little fish, don't be afraid.
He will eliminate all worries.
Turning around again, he moved his neck and said, "Amo, put his jaw back on."
Yan Qihang was barely clinging to life, his face streaked with tears and snot. He was finally able to speak, "Please, let me go. I haven't even started to harm her yet. I just want some money."
Song Jingyi pressed the half-smoked cigarette in his hand against Yan Qihang's face.
He said in a nonchalant tone, "In your past life, you sold my sister to a brothel, and in this life you call her a bastard and a slut. I remember now, you abused her when she was little, didn't you?"
Otherwise, she could have grown taller.
It's understandable that he, as the older brother, would stand up for his younger sister.
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