Rebirth of the Heir

Chapter 812 You Can't Be Soft-Hearted To The Enemy
until night.

Moon stars are rare.

The cold wind is blowing.

Aken kicked open the door of the small warehouse, and the tungsten lamps in the warehouse gave off a dim yellow light, faint and cold, as if a place abandoned by the world.

Joey walked in slowly.

Mo Yang, who was tortured to death, drooped his head, was cold and frozen, and his wound had not been treated. His whole body was dying and his breathing was weak.

Aken brought a helper, and together they brought in Yao Mei who had been tortured so badly.

Yao Mei was naked, lying on the ground shivering, she didn't even have the strength to get up, like a puddle of mud.

"Aunt Mei, I tasted the feeling you want me to experience first, how does it taste?" Qiao Yi stood half a meter away from her with a smile, his eyes were cold.

Yao Mei raised her head with difficulty, her hair was disheveled, her face was covered with bruises, bruised and swollen by those people, she could hardly recognize her original appearance, her eyesight also had problems, she could see people a bit blurry, but she heard Qiao Yi Ren's voice seemed to ignite a fire in his body instantly.

"Joy, you will die badly, you must die badly..."

Yao Mei cursed viciously, and then burst into tears.

After nearly a day of inhuman abuse, she seemed to have walked through hell, and her body and mind had collapsed.

A sentence of curse also appeared so pale and weak in the cold night, shivering.

Joy was trembling with laughter, and Aken dragged a chair behind Joy, and she sat down gracefully, "You'd better tell me the truth about what happened more than ten years ago, or next time, I might I can't help but touch your son."

"Don't, don't..." Yao Mei was tortured to the point where she was neither human nor ghost, and she had thoroughly and completely learned the terrifying methods of the Joy people.

She looked at Mo Yang who was tortured to the brink of death. In her blurred vision, she seemed to see that Mo Yang was dead, and she couldn't help but tremble, "What are you planning to let us go?"

Qiao Yi smiled charmingly, her eyes were cold and ruthless, "Aunt Mei, let me ask you, if I fell into your hands today, would you let me go easily?"

Yao Mei was stunned.

of course not!

She even thought of a thousand and ten thousand ways to torture the Joy people.

Her original plan was to make Joey's life worse than death.

In the end, he became the one whose life was worse than death.

Yao Mei was very bitter in her heart, but she couldn't shed tears.

Joey smiled coldly, "I'll give you 10 minutes to say, if I know that even one score is fake, I'll give you the head of your son as a pillow tomorrow."

Yao Mei's heart tightened, "I said, I said, I was the one who asked my elder brother to send someone to intercept and kill Qiao Ya. This kind of life is enough, and my elder brother just became powerful, so I asked him to help me get rid of Qiao Ya..."

As she spoke, she lowered her face into the dust, her shoulders trembling unceasingly.

"And then?" Joy played with an extremely sharp dagger in his hand.

Just yesterday, this dagger was inserted into Mo Yang's abdomen and made a mess.

Yao Mei felt the icy light of the knife flash before her eyes, and her voice became more trembling, "I...I asked my subordinates...to take her turn, and even took a video..."

Aken was quite sympathetic to Yao Mei at first.

But only now did I realize that there must be something hateful about poor people.

If Miss Qiao hadn't been careful this time, she would have suffered the most.

Brother Ye is right on weekdays, you can't be merciful to your enemies.

Otherwise, the person who dies can only be himself.

(End of this chapter)