"Mmm... Ah!"
He Xiaomingjin let out a painful howl, but the tape over his mouth prevented him from making a very loud sound.
However, today she was wearing a light-colored outfit. One whip lash left her skin torn and bleeding. The blood soaked through her clothes, and a clear bloody stain seeped out.
He Xiaolanya, sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up, her heart filled with anxiety. "Qing Muye, are you crazy? I really don't know where Meng Jingwei is. Mingjin is innocent, release him quickly."
Her words were like listening to nonsense.
Qing Muye raised his eyes to look at Du Lin. With just a glance, Du Lin, holding the whip, delivered another fierce lash to He Xiaomingjin.
"Mmm..."
He Xiaomingjin couldn't make a sound, but the pain caused the veins on his forehead to bulge, his pupils to dilate, and his face to turn red, clearly indicating his agony.
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
He Xiaomingjin struggled, crying out in pain, but all his sounds were muffled by the tape.
Words of abuse followed, but no one could understand what he was saying.
Qing Muye, however, let a curve appear on the corner of his lips. "He Xiaomingjin, I apologize. In ancient times, a son paid for his father's debts; today, a grandson pays for his grandfather's. If you have grievances, do not blame me."
After he finished speaking, Du Lin whipped He Xiaomingjin again.
On the other end of the phone, He Xiaolanya immediately shouted, "Someone, investigate immediately! Find out where He Xiaomingjin is."
Qing Muye could understand the hidden message she was conveying, but he paid it no mind.
Qing Muye placed the phone on the table, the camera precisely aimed at the whipped He Xiaomingjin.
In a short time, over a dozen whip marks crisscrossed his body. His clothes were already torn to shreds, revealing bright red and glaring wounds that were horrifying to behold.
"Tear off the tape from his body," Qing Muye instructed Du Lin.
Du Lin then walked up to He Xiaomingjin and tore the tape from his face.
He Xiaomingjin, who had been forcing himself not to faint, had blood already seeping from his mouth. His head drooped, and he knelt on the ground, utterly weak. His hands were also bleeding from the ropes binding them.
"Qing Muye, you bastard! If you have the guts, release me. I... I'll fight you one-on-one!"
He Xiaomingjin used his last ounce of strength to curse Qing Muye, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth as he spoke, a truly tragic sight.
"Even in a one-on-one fight, you wouldn't be my match," Qing Muye said dismissively.
Then, he spoke to He Xiaolanya on the phone, "Within two hours, if I don't see Ah Wei, I'll let He Xiaobei prepare to collect his grandson's corpse."
After coldly leaving this sentence, Qing Muye hung up the phone.
He stood up from his chair and looked at the pathetic and disheveled He Xiaomingjin. He waved his hand. "Take him to the seaside."
"Yes, boss."
Du Lin took the order and instructed a few people to drag He Xiaomingjin away.
From the moment He Xiaomingjin was kidnapped, he never expected Qing Muye to deal him such a severe blow.
He thought that after living together with Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye for over a month, neither in terms of reason nor emotion would Qing Muye harm him.
Now, it seemed he had been naive.
He Xiaomingjin wanted to resist, to struggle, but his entire body was torn and bleeding. Even lying on the ground, the pain was piercing, unbearable. He had no strength left to resist.
Seeing him like a puddle of mud, Du Lin kicked him. "He Xiaomingjin, I advise you to confess honestly where our madam was taken, or don't blame our boss for taking your life."
He Xiaomingjin, weak and limp, gave Du Lin a dismissive look. "I... I don't know."
He truly didn't know about Meng Jingwei's disappearance, nor did he believe that He Xiaobei had anything to do with Meng Jingwei's disappearance!