As his sister's sobs grew ever fainter, Yu Xiaofeng clenched his teeth so hard they rattled. He twisted desperately, animal-like growls rising from his throat. His wrists, cuffed behind his back, had already been rubbed raw and bloody by the hard metal.
But all his struggling was futile. Two burly men pinned him face down on the cold floor. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as his sister was violated.
Tears seeped from his eyes, swollen to narrow slits, leaving two trails of anguish and despair down his dirt-covered face.
It wasn't that he refused to talk. He really didn't know!
He truly had no idea what optical disc they were talking about. He swore he had never seen it.
But Guo Zikun didn't believe him!
"You were the only one who went into Ren Jie's room that day, and the disc disappeared right after you left. You say you didn't take it-who would believe that?"
Guo Zikun let go, allowing Yu Xiaofeng's head to drop limply against the floor, and continued with a sneer, "I gave you several chances. You were the one who wasted them, so you have no one else to blame!"
He rose and walked over to the girl, who had been tortured to within an inch of her life. Shaking his head with feigned pity, he said, "Blame your brother. Who told him to be so heartless? Even watching you get killed won't make him hand over the disc!"
"Ptoo!" Using the last of her strength, the girl spat a mouthful of bloody saliva into the devil's face.
Guo Zikun slowly wiped his face and studied the blood staining his fingers. A twisted smile suddenly spread across his lips.
Then he picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table beside him and thrust