"Haha...coming after you? Do you know how I spent all those years in the mental hospital? With such a deep hatred, even if I cut you into pieces, it would still be difficult to quench the hatred in my heart. Don't think you are so valuable."
Wang Hao's expression was distorted with hatred. He was like a madman who had gone astray, roaring and gesturing with a dagger in his hand.
"So what do you want? You were sent to a mental hospital because of your own fault. What does it have to do with us? Let us go now, or else, next time it won't be as simple as just going to a mental hospital."
Boyi probably hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet, thinking Wang Hao was just upset and making a fuss to vent his anger. Besides, he still hadn't seen Qianqian yet, and Boyi was starting to regret how foolishly he had surrendered to this madman.
"Really? Do you think you still have the life to do anything to me?"
The gleaming knife in Wang Hao's hand continued to move across Boyi's face. His expression was evil and ferocious, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Boyi sensed the powerful murderous intent and dared not say anything more, fearing that every word would put him and Qianqian in greater danger. He chose to remain silent, waiting to see what tricks Wang Hao could come up with.
"Why aren't you talking anymore? Are you scared now? Haha... Don't you like being a hero and saving the damsel in distress? Today I'll give you a chance. As long as you can rescue your woman from under me, all our past grievances will be written off. Otherwise, you can just wait to become a ghost couple! Haha... Haha..."
Wang Hao laughed triumphantly, walked to the old square table with a dagger in his hand, and lifted the striped tape beside the table.
Qianqian was lying under the striped tape, her hands and feet tied, her mouth sealed with transparent tape, and she was curled up on the ground.
Her body was covered in wounds, and in the freezing weather, she was wearing only a thin pair of pants and a white, I-shaped vest. Her face was black and blue from the cold, and her body was shivering from the cold.
"Qianqian, Qianqian, are you okay?"
Boyi saw Qianqian and called her name repeatedly.
Qianqian heard Boyi's shouting and looked at him. She began to struggle, making a whimpering sound, as if she wanted to say something to Boyi, and her face turned red.
"Do you want to talk to your man? Okay! I'll help you."
Wang Hao tore off the tape on Qianqian's mouth and lifted Qianqian up to lie on the square table.
Qianqian turned her head away and looked at Boyi who was tied there, tears in her eyes.
"Bo Yi, why did you come? You know he's a lunatic, so why did you come? You shouldn't have come. Aren't you going to get married to Sister Shu Mei? Why are you still meddling in other people's business?"
Qianqian spoke with tears in her eyes. She only hoped that Boyi could live a good life. If she implicated Boyi because of herself, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
"Because you are my friend, Tang Boyi, Wang Hao, please release Qianqian. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Because you are my friend, what a heart-wrenching statement. Qianqian felt a pang of sadness. After all, she could only be Boyi's confidante.
"Haha... let me let her go. Are you begging me? Or are you ordering me?"
Wang Hao flashed over to Boyi at lightning speed, pointed the dagger at the tip of Boyi's nose, and said viciously.
"Okay, I beg you, please let Qianqian go. I will do whatever you want me to do."
"Ha ha……"
Wang Hao felt relieved when he saw Boyi's humble look, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
He walked to the square table, inserted the dagger in his hand into the table, and his eyes fell on Qianqian.
Qianqian's body was covered with scars. She curled up on a small square table, her eyes full of hatred.
Wang Hao pulled Qianqian's pants down to her sprained ankle. In order to take off Qianqian's pants, he pulled out the dagger he had just inserted on the table and cut the rope on Qianqian's feet.
"What are you doing, you bastard? If you dare to hurt her, I will never let you go."
When Boyi saw Wang Hao's actions, he became furious and kept struggling, trying to get rid of the rope on his body.
"I want to see what you can do to me."
Wang Hao laughed wildly, pulled Qianqian's pants, which had been stripped to her ankle, to the ground, loosened his own belt, and exposed his disgusting penis.
He flipped Qianqian over onto the table and climbed down. He dragged Qianqian's legs and hung her in the air. He put his two big palms on Qianqian's round buttocks and pinched and slapped them wildly.
Qianqian crawled on the square table in pain, her bound hands hanging on the other side of the table, her legs hanging on the opposite side. Her current posture was like a bent bow.
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