Downstairs, in the living room, stood two tall noncommissioned officers, pressing a middle-aged man who was covered in blood with torn clothes.
The man was kneeling on the ground with his hands tied and his mouth gagged. When he saw Leng Yuhe, he trembled, his face was full of horror, and he kept screaming.
Leng Yuhe went downstairs and walked past the kneeling man without even looking at him, and then sat on the chair opposite him.
The man crawled a few steps on his knees, trying to get closer, but was kicked over by the non-commissioned officer behind him.
“Freeze, don’t get to dirty General Leng’s shoes!”
Su Ruoqing had never seen such violent and bloody scenes and was a little afraid.
Leng Yuchen looked at her, raised the hand without gloves, hooked his forefinger, as if treating her like a pet, “Come here.”
Su Ruoqing bit her pale lip, cast her eyes down. Without looking at the kneeling man, she walked slowly to the sofa behind Leng Yuchen, and stood still.
“I said, come here.” He pointed to the place between his legs.
It meant to let Su Ruoqing stand there in front of so many people.
Su Ruoqing blushed at once, clenched her fingers stiffly. She didn’t wanting to take a step forward.
“Su Zhiyou, didn’t you hear me?” The voice of Leng Yuhe was colder and more threatening than the first time Su Ruoqing disobedience.
After all, the servants were still there, and if Su Ruoqing was to lose his face again, then she would really be dead.
Even if she was reluctant, Su Ruoqing could only walk over obediently.
As Leng Yuchen ordered, she stood between his legs.
Leng Yuhe curled his lips into a smile, grabbed Su Ruoqing’s arm, and pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap intimately.
The pose was extremely ambiguous. Leng Yuhe’s hand was placed directly on the smooth thigh under her skirt.
Without gloves, their skins were touching, hot and sultry.
Su Ruoqing’s entire leg was numb, extremely uncomfortable. She bit her lip hard, and desperately endured the urge to slap the rogue.
Leng Yuhe repeatedly stroked the delicate skin, squinting his eyes slightly.
The feeling was countless times better than he had thought.
Looking down, he stared at Su Ruoqing’s chest… It was not particularly plump, but just happened to be suitable for one hand. He wanted to know how it felt.
“General…” The subordinate said softly, interrupting Leng Yuhe’s distraction, “How would you like to deal with this man?”
Leng Yuhe retracted his gaze and stared at the kneeling man.
This person, who was also his subordinate, betrayed him for a box of gold.
He was never kind to traitors.
He chuckled softly, rubbing Su Ruo’s delicate thighs, and said, “Skin him.”
The man wailed immediately, with tears on his face, desperately approaching Leng Yuhe, wanting to beg for mercy, but was trampled on by the non-commissioned officer behind him.
The non-commissioned officer turned to the servant next to him: “Didn’t you hear what General said? Get the tools right away.”
The servant nodded repeatedly and quickly stepped back to fetch the tools.
There was dead silence in the living room, only the man was crying miserably.
A minute later, a cross was lifted up, and a black package was placed together.
The man was arrested and tied up with a cross. The black bag was also opened, and it turned out to be all kinds of knives of different shapes and sizes.
Su Ruoqing glanced at the knife, which made her hair stand on end, and hurriedly looked elsewhere.
Following the collision of blades, the man’s dull screams sounded one after another, and a strong smell of blood quickly spread.
Those people were literally skinning a person alive.
The rustling voice was like the most ugly demon whispering, making Su Ruoqing numb and cold all over.
She couldn’t even think of such a cruel picture.
However, her chin was pinched by Leng Yuhe at this moment. He turned it hard, forcing her to stare at the bloody and cruel scene.
Blood splashed all over the place… The blade entered the body, the flesh separated, the blood splashed…
No…
It was so terrible, so disgusting, she didn’t want to watch it.
Su Ruoqing shook her head vigorously, but her chin was pinched tightly to prevent her from hiding.
“Su Zhiyou, you’ve seen it clearly. This is… the result of being hated… by me.”