Mo Laoliu shook off the blood on the knife, with a bloodthirsty smile in his eyes.
Han Qing twisted his fists and walked towards the frightened maids and servants.
Meng Chang stood there, his mind was blank, he had no idea what was going on...
He opened his mouth, turned to look at Ding Kui, his voice trembling. "Ding... Brother Ding, what do you mean? Didn't we agree..."
"Did you agree?"
Ding Kui glanced sideways at him, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
"Who do you think you are? Do you really think I want to play elopement with you, a pretty boy?"
He grabbed Meng Chang by the collar and lifted his feet off the ground.
"Tang Family's family background, I have been thinking about it for half a year. If you, a fool, hadn't bumped into me and given us a reason to sneak in, we would have had to go through a lot of trouble to get into the Tang Mansion."
"Now, seeing as how helpful you have been, I'll give you a chance."
Ding Kui's voice sounded sinisterly, "Hold down Old Man Tang for me and ask him to hand over all the banknotes, gold tickets and valuables at home. Once done, I will spare your life."
Meng Chang was trembling all over, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks.
He turned his neck with difficulty, and his eyes fell on Tang Jin'er, who was slumped on the ground. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his lips moved several times, but he could not say a word.
"What? Don't you dare?"
Ding Kui noticed his hesitation and grinned, that smile was extremely cold.
"Okay, let me change my approach."
He let go of Meng Chang's collar, turned around and walked towards Tang Jin'er.
Tang Jin'er was slumped on the ground, with tears still hanging on his face. He spent most of his exquisite makeup, and his almond-shaped eyes were full of fear and confusion.
She hadn't recovered from the incident just now, until Ding Kui walked up to her, grabbed her chin, and forced her to raise her head.
"Tsk, tsk, Miss Tang Family, she looks really good, with thin skin, tender flesh, and very moist."
Ding Kui tilted his head and looked at her, his eagle-claw-like fingers pinched her cheeks hard, leaving a few clear red marks.
"What are you doing!"
Old Master Tang shouted angrily and staggered towards him, but Mo Laoliu struck him in the back with a backhand knife, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Dad!"
Tang Jin'er screamed and struggled desperately.
But her little strength is no different than a little chicken in front of Ding Kui.
Ding Kui sneered, lifted her up from the ground, grabbed her neck with one hand, and pressed her firmly against the pillar.
Tang Jin'er was pinched so hard that his face turned red, his feet lifted off the ground, and he let out intermittent sobs in his throat. He tried desperately to pry Ding Kui's fingers with both hands, but he couldn't do anything.
Old Master Tang was lying on the ground. Seeing that his daughter was being humiliated, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted in a hissing voice, "Beast! Let her go! Whatever you want is negotiable... Don't hurt my daughter!"
"Discuss?"
Hearing this, Ding Kui loosened his grip slightly and threw Tang Jin'er to the ground.
He looked down at Old Master Tang with a sinister smile on his lips.
"Master Tang, do you think you are still qualified to discuss with me now?"
He lifted Tang Jin'er's chin with his toes, forcing her to look up.
"If you hand over the money and banknotes earlier, your precious daughter will suffer less. If you don't hand over the money..."
Ding Kui narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Meng Chang who was lying aside.
"Brother Meng, don't you like this girl very much?"
Meng Chang trembled all over, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling and he was speechless.
"Go."
Ding Kui raised his chin. "Tear off her clothes one by one and let Master Tang take a good look at how the shabby village he despised the most ruined his precious daughter."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically.
Old Master Tang was so angry that a mouthful of blood welled up from his throat, staining a large area of his chest and clothes red. "How dare you! My surname is Meng, if you dare to lay a finger on my daughter, I, Tang Family, will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"
Lady Zhou was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. He couldn't even cry, he could only shake.
Tang Jin'er's face was full of tears, and his eyes looking at Meng Chang were full of begging and despair. "Meng Lang... don't... please don't..."
Meng Chang got up from the ground, his legs were as soft as noodles, and he could barely stand still by holding on to the pillars.
He looked at Ding Kui, then at Tang Jin'er whose face was covered with tears on the ground, and finally moved his eyes to Old Master Tang's face that was twisted with anger.
He let out several rough gasps from his throat, like a beast struggling to survive.
Mo Laoliu picked up the knife and kicked him in the back. "What are you doing standing still! Don't fucking bother!"
Han Qing leaned against the pillar on the side with a lewd smile on his face, his eyes full of smiles.
"If you don't do it, you will die. It's your choice."
See Meng Chang hesitate,
Ding Kui said in a cold voice.
Meng Chang's whole body stiffened suddenly.
He lowered his head and his shoulders shook violently. Then, he bent his knees and knelt down in front of Tang Jin'er with a plop.
"Jin'er...Jin'er Please forgive me..."
He raised his head, his face was full of tears, and his voice was heartbreaking, as if he had been greatly wronged. "I don't want to die... I really don't want to die!"
Tang Jin'er felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, tears rolling down like broken beads. She looked in disbelief at the man in front of her who had promised her eternal love.
Meng Chang did not dare to look into her eyes anymore.
He stretched out his hand that was shaking almost uncontrollably, grabbed the skirt of the thin aqua jacket on Tang Jin'er's shoulders, and violently tore it off.
"Stab it..."
The sound of tearing fabric was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard.
Tang Jin'er let out a sharp scream and struggled desperately, but Ding Kui stepped on his skirt.
"Continue." Ding Kui said coldly.
"Jin'er... I don't want to... I really don't want to..."
Meng Chang cried and pulled her clothes again.
The movements were clumsy and crazy, as if all the fear and guilt were being poured into this tear.
"No... please don't..."
Tang Jin'er's scream gradually turned into a desperate whimper,
His hands were tightly guarded in front of his chest, and his nails scratched a few blood stains on the wall.
Jiang Fa and stood in the crowd, frowning tightly.
Ding Kui The moment the three of them took action, he had already judged the strength of several of them.
One Middle An Jin, two Early An Jin.
Third Master Zhao If he hadn't been drugged in advance, he wouldn't have lost even if he was one against three.
The reason why he hasn't taken action is because he wants to see it again.
Do these three people have any backup plans?
Just as Meng Chang was pulling Tang Jin'er's middle coat, Han Qing's eyes had swept from the front of the hall to the living room, and finally landed on Chen Yue'e, who was huddled in the corner.
"Boss Ding, although that lady is a bit older, she still looks pretty."
Han Qing rubbed his chin and walked towards the living room with a sullen expression. "I'll go find her to play."