Strangled to Death

Strangled to Death

So, even though her mouth hurt as if it were being sliced by knives, she still had to curse.

"You dare treat me like this? You son of a whore, you dare treat me like this!"

"Treat you like this?" Long Boqi laughed madly, grabbed her hair, and slammed her head straight into the spirit tablet on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Once, twice, three times.

After several brutal blows, her head was split open, blood streaming down and staining her face red.

"You cripple, your son is a cripple too!"

Long Boqi took out his phone and played the miniature surveillance footage from the villa room.

It showed the scene of Yang Wanjun setting Long Bowen on fire.

Watching her son suffer in the video, Zhao Yumei nearly broke down.

She began struggling wildly. "You're not human! You beast! I should have had someone kill you!"

Long Boqi laughed happily. "You're panicking? Panicking? How did you treat me back then?"

"You showed me videos and made me... watch my mother being gang...raped!"

"I didn't panic. Why are you panicking? Hm? Panicking?"

"You son of a whore! I want you dead! I want you dead!" Zhao Yumei struggled with all her strength.

Long Boqi drew his knife and yanked her ear.

Slash!

With a flick of his wrist, he sliced off her ear.

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhao Yumei writhed and wailed.

Long Boqi threw away the ear, utterly crazed.

"Hahaha! Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"

"Every day, I thought about how to torture you. I finally got my chance. If circumstances allowed, I really would have locked you up and carved your flesh off bit by bit."

"You bastard! Every debt has its debtor—why are you torturing my son?!" Zhao Yumei's speech was slurred,