Torture

With a sharp smack, the bamboo sword landed viciously on Jiaming. Across from him, Shasha let out a muffled groan and struggled desperately in her chair.

"Haha, our classmate Jiaming really can endure. He can hold it in even after that." Cao Dongfeng smugly rested the bamboo sword on his shoulder. "But what are you crying out for, little cousin Huaisha? If Jiaming isn't making a sound, it obviously doesn't hurt."

He smiled as he spoke, then swung the bamboo sword down on Jiaming with even greater force, strike after strike. "Doesn't hurt! Doesn't hurt! Doesn't hurt! I knew I was going easy on you! Going easy!"

While he beat Jiaming with savage force, the Japanese elder beside him also swung her bamboo sword, sharp cracks sounding from the Japanese girl named Yuechi Xun. Yet aside from the blows, everything else seemed silent. Yuechi Xun sat there as though she had lost her soul; each strike knocked her askew, then she straightened herself again. Jiaming, tied to the pillar nearby, also remained silent, gritting his teeth and enduring bitterly.

After a while, Jiaming noticed Yuechi Xun's icy gaze shift toward him for an instant. She was probably surprised that he could endure so much as well. He could not help laughing inwardly.

If he truly wanted to endure it, he could naturally remain completely expressionless like her. But he was playing the part of a child now. It was enough to barely exceed a child's limits; he still needed to put on a teeth-clenched expression.

The two being beaten remained silent, but Shasha, tied to the chair, watched Jiaming take blow after blow as though each strike were landing on her own body. She struggled even more fiercely, crying "Mm! Mm! Mm!" through her gag. The chair's legs bounced wildly against the floor with loud thuds. Finally, the chair toppled over, sending Shasha crashing to the ground with it. Still kneeling in that position, she lifted her head, her eyes wide and tears streaming down her face. It was impossible to tell whether she was crying because the fall had hurt her forehead or because her heart ached for Jiaming.

Hearing Shasha fall, Cao Dongfeng finally stopped, panting. His gaze toward Jiaming was full of amazement. "I didn't expect you to be this tough... Are you immune because you get beaten all the time?"

After making that joke, he turned to Shasha on the floor. "Still, your girlfriend has gone straight to her knees. What does little cousin Huaisha want? Beg for mercy? Come on, take the gag out. Let's hear what she has to say."

One of the lackeys removed the wad of cloth from Shasha's mouth. She immediately said, "Cao Dongfeng, if you've got something, come at me! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"

"One-on-one?" Cao Dongfeng raised his brows. "How could I do that? I can't beat you. That doesn't sound good at all."

As he spoke, he turned and struck Jiaming again.

When someone put all their strength into beating another person, having the victim act like a block of wood without any reaction was an extremely frustrating thing. It was like a singer receiving no applause, or a comic performer getting no laughs. But although Jiaming made no sound, Shasha's curses behind him came one after another, making Cao Dongfeng hit with even greater enthusiasm.

"Cao Dongfeng, you bastard..."

"You're not a man. You're nothing but a coward..."

"You don't even dare fight a woman one-on-one. If you want to hit someone, hit me..."

Gradually, those curses turned into sobs, then pleas.

"Stop hitting him..."

"Please, stop... You'll beat him to death..."

"Ah—"

Watching Shasha's normally stubborn, strong face covered in tears as she cried herself hoarse, Jiaming sighed inwardly. An ordinary child would have broken under this kind of torture long ago. Yet Cao Dongfeng apparently did not want to kill him outright, so he had avoided vital areas. If Jiaming acted now and chose the right moment, there should not be much of a problem. But should he make a move in front of her? And how would he explain it afterward? He sighed inwardly again, feeling a slight headache.

By now, the torture had gone on for over an hour. Shasha's throat was hoarse from crying. Still tied to the chair, she knelt on the floor and could only inch forward with tiny movements of her bound knees, dragging out a trail more than a meter long. The others merely watched it as entertainment and paid no attention. Cao Dongfeng was raising his bamboo sword again when, with a crack, the Japanese elder beside him blocked it with her own sword and frowned as she said something.

The translator who understood Japanese came over and said, "Brother Feng, Elder Yuechi says she can't bear to watch anymore. Torture is supposed to inflict the greatest possible pain. Crippling someone's limbs too early will only shorten the time they can suffer. She wants you to watch how she does it."

Cao Dongfeng's eyes lit up. He immediately said respectfully, "Please teach me, Master. Please teach me." He knew this Japanese woman was formidable, so he hurried to seize the opportunity. Elder Yuechi flicked her bamboo sword, and Jiaming's arm was instantly wracked by agony that pierced to the bone.

Elder Yuechi slowly explained the technique of that strike in Japanese: how to stop at just the right point, how steady the wrist needed to be, how to make a heavy blow seem light. Cao Dongfeng listened with fawning nods. After a long while, the elder suddenly looked at the sky and said in Japanese, "Time is up."

She returned to Yuechi Xun's side and asked, "The three days are up. If you still refuse to speak, don't blame me for doing something that will humiliate you!"

The elder returned, and Cao Dongfeng eagerly prepared to put what he had learned into practice. Shasha inched forward again and cried softly, "Don't... don't hit him anymore..." Her plea only made Cao Dongfeng more excited. He breathed into his hands a few times, glanced back at Shasha smugly, then shouted, "Ah!" as he brought down the bamboo sword.

Smack—

This blow was louder than any of the previous ones. Jiaming's small body jolted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his head drooped. Cao Dongfeng checked him excitedly. "Haha, I knocked him out! Knocked him out..."

Shasha froze on the floor. Her eyes went blank for a moment before she cried in a low voice, "Jiaming... Jiaming..." Her knees began inching toward him even faster.

Cao Dongfeng turned, about to call for water to wake Jiaming, when the Japanese elder stopped him again. "Elder Yuechi says you should strip that Japanese girl naked right here, then take her...," the translator said with a lewd grin.

"Here? In front of everyone?" Cao Dongfeng was slightly stunned, but Cao Jinghao, who had been watching from the side all along, immediately shouted, "Do whatever Elder Yuechi tells you to do! Why are you talking so much!?"

"Oh." Cao Dongfeng rubbed his hands together. Though he felt it was absurd, why care? This girl was far too beautiful, no less beautiful than Lingjing. But she was Elder Yuechi's woman, so he had tried his best to rid himself of all thoughts about her. Now that he had a chance to have her once, even if people watched, they were at least acquaintances. He would not be losing out.

Thinking this, he walked up to the girl. Only after looking at Elder Yuechi and receiving confirmation did he dare reach out his hands. But just as his fingers were about to touch the collar of her kimono, a flash of white light suddenly burst before his eyes!

With a smack, Yuechi Xun's left hand withdrew. Cao Dongfeng, startled by the sudden change, stumbled back several steps and nearly fell. Seeing several drops of blood fall from the wide left sleeve of Yuechi Xun's robe, he realized that this little girl, who looked like a porcelain doll, had made the attack. If Elder Yuechi had not struck her hand aside, his throat might already have been slit.

What was that... Since Elder Yuechi intended to beat her, she surely would not allow her to carry any weapon on her. Then... her nails.

As that thought crossed his mind, Elder Yuechi patted his back with the bamboo sword, urging him to go forward at once. The translator said from the side, "Elder Yuechi tells you not to worry. She'll keep watch for you."

"Hehe, then I'm relieved."

This time, Cao Dongfeng walked straight over and prepared to make his move. But Yuechi Xun suddenly sprang up, trying to flee to the side. The elder moved in a blur, and another smack rang out. The girl fell to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings. Her wide kimono spread around her, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Yet the section of slender calf exposed beneath her kimono was covered in shocking scars. The elder had made her wear bright red clothes and beat her every day. On the surface, she looked beautiful and alluring, but beneath that kimono, the girl's body was probably already covered in wounds.

Cao Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, but still reached toward the girl on the floor. At that instant, her body moved again. Her right hand stabbed out sharply. Cao Dongfeng retreated, and then the bamboo sword met her hand with another vicious strike. This time, Cao Dongfeng saw it clearly: as she lay on her side, the slender fingers inside her sleeve were smeared crimson with blood, trembling faintly.

He instinctively glanced at the elder beside him, took a breath, and bent down once more.

By now, Shasha had slowly inched to within less than a meter of Jiaming. As she moved, she stared at the unconscious boy, her heart aching... It had never hurt like this before... Why...

Suddenly, she saw Jiaming raise his head and open his eyes.

The cry in her mouth had not yet escaped when she suddenly froze. Jiaming's eyes were filled with the blankness of a corpse, before turning a blood-red crimson.

"Jiaming..."

The sound caught in her throat, turning into unknown fear and confusion.

On the other side, Cao Dongfeng had grabbed the collar of Yuechi Xun's kimono and was slowly pulling it open, tearing apart the shocking scars beneath. The horrifying sight had barely entered everyone's eyes when cries of alarm suddenly rang out around them. Beside him, the Japanese elder shook her hand, shattering the bamboo sword's outer casing. Then a glint of cold light shot forth—but this time, she was too late.

Cao Dongfeng was lifted into the air.

His collar was clutched tightly in someone's grip. At his back, he could feel a sharp point pressed firmly against him, while in front of him, the elder's katana had stopped short. Its razor-sharp tip was almost touching his throat.

"Don't move—"

"Let him go!"

"Jiaming..."

Amid the various cries, the Japanese girl lying on her side quietly raised her head. She looked at the boy standing beside Cao Dongfeng. The dagger in his hand was pressed tightly against Cao Dongfeng's lower back. Blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth. Beneath his clothes, was his body also covered in wounds like hers...

Then she saw the boy smile.

"Old woman... you're not fast enough..."

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