Fang Mu ignored the old man’s sarcasm.

  From this conversation, he had confirmed one thing. People other than him had indeed come here.

  “Was it a woman?” Fang Mu asked again.

  The old man continued to smile.

  He laughed for a long time.

  “Why should I tell you?” He laughed until tears fell out of his eyes. Under the light, his aged face was covered in tears. This sight looked miserable and scary. When the old man saw that his words and actions did not affect Fang Mu, he stopped laughing.

  “Useless!”


  He raised his head and looked at the ceiling. Then, he said, “She was really a beauty.” He smacked his lips as if he were reminiscing. He sighed again and said, “To be honest, that woman is superb. She’s even more delicious than when your mother was young and pretty.”


  It was unknown what the man said touched Fang Mu’s sore spot and agitated him. However, as he stood outside the glass wall, Fang Mu’s face suddenly darkened.

  He removed the whip from the wall, opened the glass door, and strode in.

  Then, he picked up the skinny man and whipped him.

  In the beginning, the man even screamed twice. However, he then ran out of energy and simply lay on the ground like a dead pig, allowing Fang Mu to abuse him.

  Fang Mu threw away the whip when his right hand got tired.

  He expressionlessly looked at the man on the ground and asked in a cold tone, “Cheng Ke, have you forgotten the feeling of being assaulted by a group?”


  Cheng Ke’s body froze, and his expression suddenly became fearful. “Don’t! Don’t do that to me again.”


  Cheng Ke had been insulted too many times over the years, yet every time this happened, he wished he were dead.

  Fang Mu sneered. “Then control your mouth. Don’t let me hear you say things you shouldn’t.”


  Cheng Ke immediately nodded.

  Fang Mu straightened his tie and sleeves, then walked out of the glass house.

  He opened a cabinet in the corner and took out the medicine for external wounds. After putting on his gloves, Fang Mu walked back into the glass house and tore open the man’s clothes. He disinfected the wounds on his body, sprinkled the medicine on the wounds, and wrapped the man in bandages.

  The man groaned throughout the entire process, but Fang Mu remained calm.

  After doing all this, he stood up and glanced at the man called Cheng Ke before walking out.

  Cheng Ke heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the glass door being locked.

  All these years, whenever Fang Mu was in a bad mood or a good mood, he would come to find trouble Cheng Ke him. He would beat him every time, then apply medicine on his wounds. Fang Mu wanted him to live, live a life worse than death. There were no methods more unbearable than this torture.

  It was better to live than to die. Cheng Ke had gotten used to and become resistant to these attacks. Today’s beating was nothing to him.

  He hoped that he could walk out of this dungeon one day and kill Fang Mu.

  ***

  Saturday night was the day of the Fang family’s fixed gathering.

  Qiao Jiusheng walked into the main hall of the main house. She greeted Xu Pingfei and Fang Pingjue first. Suddenly, she noticed that Fang Yuqing was in a low mood, so she walked over to her and asked, “Qingqing, are you unhappy?”


  Fang Yuqing stopped looking dejected and forced out a smile. “No.”


  Although she was smiling, her eyes were filled with hurt.

  Qiao Jiusheng stared at her face, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.

  Qiao Jiusheng thought that she was late. When she arrived, she realized that Fang Mu and Qiao Jiuyin were not there yet. Everyone waited for the two of them. It was almost seven o’clock when Fang Mu finally arrived at the hall. Everyone was surprised to see that he was alone.