At this moment, Yun Jian felt extremely guilty and remorseful. Because of those two words he said, two lives were lost.
"You son of a bitch, are you still human?" Yun Jian roared angrily at the gangster boss, "You do such a heartless thing, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Hahaha
"Where's the thunder?" The gangster laughed wildly, looking up at the sky with extreme arrogance. "Oh my God, he said I'm completely heartless. You want to kill me by striking me, why haven't you done it yet?"
Everyone was afraid of death, and the remaining seven girls began to cry to Wen Mohan for help.
Their relatives knelt down, crying and kowtowing to beg him, and the cries for help were noisy.
"Please have mercy on them, they are innocent..."
"I kowtowed to you, Your Highness, and you will agree to their request."
"They have done nothing wrong. How can they be treated unfairly? Please, Your Highness..."
Some people had already hit their foreheads and were bleeding, and their eyes were already red and swollen from crying.
Among them was Liu Zhubo, who was crying so hard that his forehead was bleeding.
The gangster boss looked at Wen Mohan with a wicked smile and said loudly: "You are His Royal Highness the Prince of Yu. If you don't care about the lives of the people, you are not worthy of being a king. What's more, they were tied up here because of you."
"If you had watched them die without rescuing them, you would have been completely devoid of conscience and would not have considered the lives of ordinary people as your own. If you had surrendered obediently earlier, the mother and daughter would not have died."
Yun Jian was so angry at this that he clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth, cursing, "You bastard! You were the one who kidnapped him, and you were the one who pushed him into the river. Who is the one who has lost all conscience?"
The ruffian lost his patience and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Did you agree or not?"
As he spoke, he had already placed his evil hand on the second girl's shoulder. If she heard an unsatisfactory answer, the girl would do the same as you did before.
Wen Mohan's face turned ashen, veins popping out of his clenched fists, and his eyes glared coldly, "I agree! Yun Jian, all of you step back a dozen feet!"
With the previous lesson in mind, they did not hesitate this time and retreated a dozen feet away.
Hahaha……
"Very good!" The ruffian nodded with a smile, then ordered his men, "Take the tendon softening powder immediately."
As he spoke, he threw a pill over, and Wen Mohan caught it accurately.
This time, Wen Mohan didn't hesitate and put it directly into his mouth, "You can let him go now."
The gangster boss did what he said and immediately pushed the girl in his hands forward.
The girl got up with weak legs and ran towards her relatives crying.
In full view of everyone, she and her family stumbled away in a hurry.
The ruffian squinted his eyes and said, "Throw the wheelchair into the river, hurry up."
Wen Mohan had already taken some muscle softening powder and struggled to get up and out of the wheelchair. The gangster boss's men quickly stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair into the river, and soon the third girl was released.
The ruffian continued, "Come here, tie him up and take him away!"
Soon his men tied him up, and one of the burly men carried him away quickly. The gangster boss also let all the girls go.
Yun Jian hurriedly chased in the direction where Wen Mohan was taken away, but he was nowhere to be found.
Prefect Liu came out from the darkness, a smile on his face. "There's no escaping this time. Let's go back."
…
Inside the inn.
Wen Jingyun sat in a wheelchair, looking at the man curled up in the bathtub, then he lifted up half a bucket of water and poured it over his head.
Puff...cough cough...
Wen Mohan gasped, woke up from his coma, and sat on the edge of the bathtub, "Wen Jingyun, it's you!"
"Yes, it's my nephew." Wen Jingyun smiled coldly, his eyes full of hostility, "Uncle Ninth Prince is dirty, so I will use water to wash you."
"This amount of water is not enough, so I'll ask someone to bring in more water. After all, Uncle Ninth Prince likes cleanliness, and more water makes it easier to clean."
He clapped his hands as he spoke, and soon servants came in one after another with cold water and poured it all into the bathtub.
In late autumn, it is still very cold in the cool water.
Wen Mohan's face and thin lips were as pale as paper. He looked haggard and weak, but his charming eyes were cold and terrifying. "You can kill me or chop me up as you wish. I am not afraid of death!"
Wen Jingyun leaned over and calmly raised his hand to touch his chin. "A hero on the battlefield is certainly not afraid of death. Your nephew will make you live a life worse than death."
As he spoke, he grabbed his hair and pushed him into the water, and pulled him up after a few breaths.
Ahem…
"You..." Wen Mohan gasped for breath, "You're not just torturing me, are you?"
Wen Jingyun: "Tell me, where are those three things?"
Wen Mohan sneered, "I'll never tell you even if I die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his head was pressed down again.
Although he could hold his breath, he couldn't do it for too long.
Wen Jingyun was furious. He grabbed his hair and pressed it down repeatedly, "Tell me, where is the thing? If you tell me, I can kill you!"
Wen Mohan's face was pale and haggard, so weak that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch. His hair was disheveled, with strands of hair stuck to his cheeks.
He didn't say anything, he just felt dizzy and cold all over, and he couldn't hear what was being said.
"Speak!" Wen Jingyun pushed him down and then brought him up again. "Still not talking? You're being stubborn. I won't let you die too quickly. If I let you die too quickly, it would be unfair to me for losing my leg!"
Wen Mohan sneered, his voice weak and powerless, "No matter whether I live or die, you will never have a complete pair of legs, and you will always be a waste..."
These words completely infuriated Wen Jingyun, and a cold murderous aura emanated from his whole body. The temperature in the entire room dropped sharply, becoming bone-chillingly cold.
Even after losing his legs, he could still feel the pain in his legs and feet. This feeling was unbearable, making him more and more irritable and full of hatred.
"You bastard, how dare you humiliate me!" Wen Jingyun's face turned pale, and he grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the bathtub.
He lay on the ground, his whole body wet, his sword-like brows slightly furrowed in pain.
Wen Jingyun kicked him flat with his intact foot, stepped on his exposed chest and said coldly:
"Compared to humiliating others, this prince is even better than you. He is the most handsome man in the capital. He is indeed very good-looking. Just like your mother, he has a foxy look."
"Why don't you also experience the feeling of being humiliated by others in turn? With such a beautiful face and such an attractive figure, many men also like you very much."
I couldn't help but imagine the scene of Wen Mohan being forced and humiliated. His desperate look was so pitiful.
Hahaha……
Wen Jingyun laughed out loud, "I'm such a genius, I came up with such a good idea."
Wen Mohan's eyes widened in shock, and he gritted his teeth in anger, "Wen Jingyun, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
I tried to break free from the ropes around my wrists, but I had no strength.
He circulated his internal energy, but his heart suddenly hurt and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wen Mohan sneered, "The cartilage powder you took contains poison. Using your internal energy will only increase the toxicity. I will find you a few strong men right now. Just wait to be abused."
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