Pain.
The thought of Du Ruoxin leaving him felt like his heart was being gouged by knives.
It was as if ants were gnawing at his heart, bloody and riddled with holes.
Cristino bit his tongue hard. Only pain could bring his mind back to reason the fastest.
"Rong, Jing, Yang!" he glared forward with bloodshot eyes. His words were slurred because his tongue was bleeding, "You dare!!!!"
The blood from Cristino's mouth sprayed onto Rong Jingyang's face.
He turned his head and wiped it away with a tissue.
His sinister voice, accentuated by the darkness, carried a treacherous tone, "What? Angered?"
He paused, then sneered, "I'm merely giving you a taste of your own medicine."
More than a year ago, wasn't this precisely how Cristino had taken Du Ruoxin away from him?
At that time, he had also shot him twice.
Rong Jingyang had promised Du Ruoxin that he wouldn't pursue the matter of those two shots, but he never said he wouldn't retaliate.
For the past two months, to get back on his feet as quickly as possible and to reach his optimal state of recovery, Rong Jingyang had undergone rehabilitation and training day and night.
His goals were twofold: first, to stand before Du Ruoxin with dignity, and second, to personally settle the score with Cristino.
Cristino: […What? What is Rong Jingyang talking about?]
Cristino was still numb from the electric shock, his mind frozen.
However, before he could ponder further, a heavy fist landed squarely on his abdomen.
"Pfft—"
He spat out blood.
After one punch, Rong Jingyang delivered another, and another, like a ferocious boxer in a gym pounding a sandbag. Countless fists rained down on Cristino's body and face.
Bang!
Smack!
Boom!
"This is for you!"
"Cristino, I, Rong Jingyang, am never to be trifled with!!!"
Back then, out of consideration for the Rothschild family's kindness to Du Ruoxin, he was willing to let go of the grudge for his broken leg.
But Du Ruoxin was gone; she was no longer his wife.
Why should he continue to endure?
Rong Jingyang intended to repay him tenfold, a hundredfold! The pain he felt in his heart then, he would now inflict upon Cristino, making Cristino understand what it felt like to see his own wife in bed with another man!
"Pfft—"
Rong Jingyang beat Cristino until he was continuously spitting blood.
He only stopped when he had had his fill, when his anger had subsided, and his entire body ached with exhaustion.
Rong Jingyang shook his arm—it was so sore, so painful.
The force of action is reciprocal; as brutally as Cristino had been beaten, Rong Jingyang felt the same pain.
"Did you record it?" Rong Jingyang asked in a low voice.
Mu Li: "Recorded."
Rong Jingyang: "Continue."
Mu Li pressed the pause button and gave an okay gesture. The video screen began timing again.
"Du Ruoxin."
"Come find me."
"A surprise for you."
Rong Jingyang's voice, like a phantom's, echoed in the darkness.
After recording, Mu Li handed him the phone.
Rong Jingyang glanced at the video, satisfied, and then sent it to Miranda.
He couldn't access Du Ruoxin's phone; he suspected Cristino had tampered with it.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Cristino's brain, already numb from the electric shock, was further assaulted by this brutal beating, nearly causing him to lose consciousness.
But he gritted his teeth and endured!
Even his breathing was painful.
He coughed several times, almost expelling his lungs.
Cristino dared not breathe or gasp loudly, but before Rong Jingyang, how could he admit defeat?
Even with his limbs bound, even though his entire body was in excruciating pain, close to death.
"Heh…" he chuckled, laughing at Rong Jingyang's arrogance and ignorance.
At this moment, Cristino finally understood what Rong Jingyang meant by "giving you a taste of your own medicine."
He found it amusing.
Even though he was on the verge of death from pain, he still let out a laugh.
"You want Xin'er to come?"
"Rong Jingyang, you are courting death."