"Creak—"
The door closed.
Cristino’s brow furrowed at the sound of the lock clicking, but before he could ponder it, a woman’s groan echoed through the air.
“Rong Jingyang…”
Cristino froze.
This was—
Xin’er?!!!!
The woman’s sounds were a mix of pain, pleading, and a coy resistance.
Cristino’s mind went blank.
He stood petrified on the spot.
Xin’er… and… Rong Jingyang… they… were doing…
“No!”
“Stop!”
“Rong Jingyang, if you dare lay a finger on Xin’er, I’ll kill you!”
No, they already had…
Cristino felt as if his heart was being torn asunder. His eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulging, transforming him into a snarling, furious beast.
He wanted to tear Rong Jingyang apart!
“Ah—”
But just then, from the darkness, someone raised an electric baton and brought it down hard on Cristino’s knees.
“Crack!”
“Zzzzz—”
Cristino, on the verge of exploding, was caught completely off guard by the surprise attack.
“Thump—”
He collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently as the attacker had set the stun baton to its highest setting.
“Zzzzz—”
The electric current surged through his body, numbing Cristino’s brain. He twitched uncontrollably, eyes rolling back, like someone suffering from Parkinson’s.
His muscles felt as if they were being ripped apart, strand by strand.
Pain—
From his internal organs to his brain, from his blood vessels to every nerve, Cristino felt as if he was being subjected to the most excruciating torture, a thousand cuts and a lingering death all at once.
“Mmm—”
“Xin…’er…”
Don’t…
Even as he neared death, the name on his lips and in his heart was that unforgettable, elusive image of her.
This blow was delivered by Mu Li.
He withdrew his hand just before Cristino was electrocuted to death.
On the second floor, Rong Jingyang snapped his fingers at the “voice double” beside him—a woman he had spent over a month searching for, one he had trained to imitate Du Ruoxin’s voice perfectly.
He signaled that the task was complete and she could leave.
That’s right, the ‘activity’ he had just engaged in with “Du Ruoxin” was nothing more than a performance by the voice double.
As for the shaking…
That was a pre-recorded erotic audio combined with Lin Xuanyao manually rocking the bed.
The woman blushed as she stood up, nodded to Master Rong, and quietly slipped out the back door.
“Thump, thump, thump.”
Rong Jingyang descended the stairs with the steps of a demon from hell.
“Tie him up.”
Three cold words, dripping with bloodlust.
“Yes.” Mu Li cuffed Cristino, who was temporarily paralyzed and unable to move.
Like a pig being slaughtered, his limbs were spread apart and bound to four pillars.
Rong Jingyang walked towards Cristino, step by step, his aura chilling and sinister.
Although the surroundings were pitch black, he wore infrared goggles, rendering his vision unimpeded.
“Cough, cough, cough—”
Cristino was numb from the electric shock, his body weak, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, subject to any humiliation, any manipulation.
For a moment, he even lost consciousness.
“Hiss—”
He writhed in pain, struggling to regain his senses.
“Xin… Xin’er…”
Is that you? Cristino mumbled deliriously.
Rong Jingyang stood before him, raised his hand, and poked Cristino’s chest with his fingertip, his voice wicked, “Cristino, does your heart ache?”