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“Yan Siming, don't forget, if it weren't for me and your beautiful niece, do you think you could convince the shareholders to withdraw their investments? It was I who asked Ji Yang to secretly intervene. And tell me, could a mere action of yours regarding Yan Sicheng's Hover Car cause their deaths? I can assure you, it's impossible—wasn't it me who cleaned up your mess? I delayed the rescue time, allowing them to slowly perish inside the car. It's a pity that Yan Yan, that Bitch, is still alive—”
“What's wrong, my dear aunt? My existence seems to upset you—”
A voice as cold as a thousand-year-old glacier suddenly echoed in the dilapidated shelter, filling the room with murderous intent.
“You—how could you be here!”
Liu Yufeng's sharp and bitter face was filled with shock and disbelief.
“Yan Yan, it's your uncle! Please save me—”
Yan Siming desperately grabbed the girl's wide pant leg, his mangled leg exposed to view, revealing only the stark thigh bone; below the knee was completely gone, and the wound was festering and rotting.
“Ha—how could I be here? Perhaps—”
Her fingertips glimmered with Cold Radiance as a long iron nail swiftly pierced into the back of his hand gripping her pant leg.
“Ah—”
The scream shattered the tranquility of the night.
“—perhaps my parents sent me to see how well you are doing, right, auntie, uncle?”
“Bitch, this is all your doing, isn't it!”
Liu Yufeng's gaze was venomous as she fixed her eyes on the frail figure before her.
“It seems you haven't lost your mind yet, my dear aunt?”
Bang—
She forcefully shook off the hand on her pant leg. Yan Siming was thrown to the ground by a tremendous force, hitting his forehead against the ground. The wound split open again, blood flowing freely and obscuring his handsome face, hiding the madness in his eyes.
Step by step, she approached the woman on the other side. “Cousin Langlang is in ecstasy beneath a man; his sister is also submitting to a man’s desires. Does it count as a beautiful tale that these siblings once served one man together?”
With a flick of her finger, a Light Screen appeared in mid-air, displaying Yan Qingyue in various compromising positions with different men. There were scruffy homeless men, ruthless criminals, sickly old men nearing death, and customers with peculiar tastes. As long as there were Credit Points, one could find pleasure on Liuying Street. As the lowest of courtesans, Yan Qingyue had no choice but to continuously accept one customer after another. After being fed stimulants, all that remained for her was an insatiable hunger for more, endlessly seeking to satisfy her filthy desires.
In the moment she awakened, what awaited her was an abyss of despair. Just like in her past life, Yan Yan, trapped in hell, understood better than anyone how terrifying it was to awaken.
With slender fingers, she traced a line, arranging a boy of a certain age into various poses, his entire body bound to a prop table. Bruises covered his skin, and his lower body bore horrific scars. His eyes, filled with despair, were vacant like a rag doll, and his cracked lips were marked with bite marks. In the video, people approached him one after another to toy with him, and he could only endure everything numbly.
"Ah—no—Langlang—ah!"
Liu Yufeng desperately tried to lunge toward the direction of the boy in the video, but her paralyzed lower body caused her to collapse helplessly to the ground. Her unwilling screams made her throat bleed as she fixed a venomous gaze on the girl before her.
"My dear aunt, have you ever thought about what would happen if Ayu were sent away? After watching this, are you satisfied? Haven't you always wanted to see how that pervert treats him?"
"Bitch, you have such a cruel heart! May you never find peace—"
The words erupted from her throat one by one, carrying waves of hatred that crashed down on the girl standing in the dim light.
The girl's gaunt cheeks were sunken in, her eyes dark like an abyss. The cold curve of her lips cast an unshakeable shadow over the woman's heart.
"Never find peace? Ha—what does it matter if I never find peace? As long as I can drag you into hell, what does it matter if I return to hell myself! I only regret being foolish and unable to discern right from wrong back then, allowing you all to have the chance to harm my loved ones time and again. Now, heaven has eyes; this person who crawled out of hell will make you taste what it means to experience the Eighteen Layers of Hell!"
"Puff—"
"Ah—"
The iron nail plunged brutally into Liu Yufeng's wide-open eyes. As it was pulled out, two sprays of blood erupted onto her sharp chin. In the dim light, Yan Yan's bloodied beauty resembled a demon rising from hell.
Ignoring the woman's anguished screams ringing in her ears, she stepped closer to Yan Siming, who had shrunk into a corner.
"You—don't come any closer!"
He stared in terror at the blood droplets falling from the iron nail and trembled as he pleaded, "Yan Yan, I'm sorry; it was Uncle's fault. Please don't hurt me! Yan Yan, I'm your uncle—"
"Uncle—?!"
The girl continued her relentless advance as if each step crushed his heart beneath her feet. It felt as if he had swallowed a thousand pounds of ice and snow; his heart was both cold and heavy. "You know we share the same blood? Why did you treat my family like this back then? Now you realize your mistakes? Ha—"
Her bloodthirsty eyes glinted with boundless malice and hatred. "Back then, my father showed mercy and let you go without holding your actions against you or considering your wolfish ambitions. And how did you repay his decision? You drove him to his death! While he cherished brotherly feelings for you, you ruthlessly forced him into a corner! Now you come to me talking about being my uncle? When my father and mother got into that faulty Hover Car, where was your talk of brotherhood or blood ties? Oh—I forgot; that car was tampered with by you. Let me guess which hand manipulated the brake system?"
She stepped on his left hand and then on his right. "Was it this one? Or this one?"
Listening to the suppressed screams trapped in his throat, a wave of pleasure surged from deep within.
"To think, Uncle, you once sent people to monitor my activities with Ayu in the district. All that effort Ayu put in was your doing, wasn't it? Why didn't you mention back then that you were our uncle, hmm?!—"
With a harsh grind of his foot, the cold iron nail scraped across the skin of his wrist, sending shivers throughout his body with each movement.
Thinking of Strict Language's illness and Professor Ji's conversation with her in the game, a murderous intent thickened in her gaze. Memories of her past life in the district surged forth, and with a fierce flick of her fingers, she exclaimed, "Ah—ah! Bitch—you dare! Ah—ah—"
Blood gushed from the severed tendons in his hands.
Listening to the man's anguished cries, his face smeared with blood, she leaned down and softly uttered, "Uncle, this is a lesson for you. Let me teach you what it means to repay debts—blood for blood."
"Do you know what it means to live worse than death? It means slowly rotting away in some corner, feeling every bit of death erode you, living in despair while watching your loved ones suffer endlessly and endure inhumane torment. I will make sure you watch videos of your cousin and brother. I will have people treat you just enough to keep you alive—to live and feel the purgatory of existence—"
Her pale lips curled into an extremely cruel smile.
Suddenly—
"Grab her—over here!"
The sudden roar from afar froze Yan Yan's smile at the corners of her mouth. She turned to look at Yan Siming's frenzied expression and whispered hoarsely, "You want me dead? It's not that simple—" (To be continued.)
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