Ning Quan wasn't sure if there was a trap involved, but he had been in so much pain these past few days. He forced himself to forget everything that had happened in the hotel, but every time he closed his eyes, he would remember Zhang Ming's disgusting face, and he would get out of bed and go to the toilet to vomit several times.
He began studying and working like crazy, filling all his time, almost squeezing out all his sleep, forcing himself to the point where he had no time to think. He couldn't stop; he had no right to be decadent.
He once considered taking Zhang Ming down with him, threatening to stop him in the alley with a knife, kill him, and then kill himself.
But he quickly dismissed the idea. He was different from Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming was a scoundrel, but he wasn't. He didn't want to risk his life for a scoundrel. Zhang Ming didn't deserve it.
He had studied hard since childhood, never daring to slack off for even a second, and that's how he got into Yancheng and saw a bigger world. His life had just begun, and he couldn't give up all his efforts of the past ten years just because of this one thing.
On another sleepless night for Ning Quan, he received a text message asking him to go to room 1207 of the Lide Hotel.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to go.
Ning Quan carried a schoolbag with a stick and a small knife inside, just in case something unexpected happened, so he would have a handy weapon to fight back.
He arrived at room 1207, and while he was still wondering whether he should knock or how to get in, he noticed that the door was not closed, but slightly ajar.
Ning Quan took a deep breath, picked up the stick, and pushed open the door to enter the room.
The room was only lit by a few small lights, so it wasn't very bright, but it was enough for Ning Quan to see clearly.
There was a person lying on the bed; his obese body made it obvious who it was.
Zhang Ming seemed to be out of it. Ning Quan carefully walked to the bedside to check on him and poked him with the stick in his hand, but there was no response.
After observing for a while, he realized that Zhang Ming had probably been given a drug. He was very familiar with this drug; it could make a person's limbs weak and their consciousness blurred, but their desires would be strong.
Ning Quan never expected that Zhang Ming would one day fall into this trap. No matter who did it or what the reason was, he was extremely grateful. The things that had tormented him for so many days and nights now had an outlet for revenge.
Ning Quan had no intention of letting Zhang Ming go. He could kill Zhang Ming now, and Zhang Ming would be powerless to fight back, but he couldn't, because if he killed someone, he wouldn't be able to escape either.
Then let Zhang Ming experience the same pain as me, and suffer all the same torment I've endured.
Ning Quan remembered that Zhang Ming had put props under the bed. He bent down and felt around, and sure enough, they were still there.
He dragged the box out, opened it, pulled out a whip, weighed it in his hand, and then lashed it hard at Zhang Ming.
Although Zhang Ming was not conscious, his sense of pain was not blocked. Ning Quan used all his strength with each lash, leaving Zhang Ming with torn and bleeding skin.
Zhang Ming briefly regained consciousness a few times and recognized Ning Quan, the college student he had seen at the club before.
He had arranged to meet some friends at the club, and when he saw Ning Quan serving the drinks, he was immediately drawn to him.
Ning Quan was very handsome, and he wore the club's uniform in a way that made him look exceptionally thin, with a waist that looked so small that it could be encircled by one hand.
Zhang Ming was immediately overcome with lust and secretly inquired about Ning Quan's information from the club manager. He learned that Ning Quan was a student from a nearby university who came to work, and that his family was very poor and short of money.
This kind of background makes them the easiest target. Even if they do something, the other party has no power to resist and no one will stand up for them. In the end, they can only suffer in silence.
So Zhang Ming immediately decided to get rid of him. He secretly put a drug in one of the drinks and forced Ning Quan to drink it.
Ning Quan had never seen such a scene before. Seeing his bewildered reaction, Zhang Ming knew that he was in the clear this time.
Ning Quan was somewhat reluctant, but he eventually finished the glass of wine.
Taking advantage of Ning Quan's unconsciousness, Zhang Ming dragged him into the car right in front of the club manager.
The club managers were used to this kind of thing. They wouldn't risk offending the wealthy customers who came to spend money here for the sake of a mere employee, so they turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.
Ning Quan, who was in a daze, had no idea how treacherous the world was. He had only been in Yan City for a short time, and had never encountered such people or such things before.
When he woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar room and on an unfamiliar bed.
That glass of wine was the beginning of all the misfortune. Ning Quan looked at Zhang Ming's ugly face and resisted fiercely, but he was no match for Zhang Ming at all. Zhang Ming took advantage of his weight to push him onto the bed.
He kept saying "trouble," and then, I don't know what kind of medicine he was given, but Ningquan fainted again.
When he woke up again, he found himself in pain all over his body. Even if he didn't understand, he knew what had happened. He glared at Zhang Ming angrily and grabbed the ashtray from the bedside table, smashing it at Zhang Ming.
Zhang Ming dodged in time and wasn't hit. Ning Quan tried to throw something again, but Zhang Ming lashed him with a whip, making him wince in pain.
Taking advantage of Ning Quan's inattention, Zhang Ming forcibly fed him the drug again, and then tied him to the bed and tortured him for several days.
Ning Quan could only pretend to be unconscious to lower Zhang Ming's guard. On one occasion when Zhang Ming was not at the hotel, Ning Quan secretly ran away and escaped.
Ning Quan gripped the whip tightly and lashed it hard across every part of Zhang Ming's body, but even that couldn't completely vent his anger.
Ning Quan finally let go of the whip when his hand was exhausted, letting it fall to the ground.
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