Chapter 871: Give Them a Proper Reception

As the words fell, a baby-faced man suddenly appeared in front of them, stepping closer with a smile on his face, yet his aura was completely out of sync.

The director’s legs shook uncontrollably, wanting to run, but unable to, shouting for help.

Help? At this moment, who could possibly save him?

Little Nine flexed his wrist, wondering where to start. Although the young master seemed calm now, having stayed by his side for so many years, he clearly understood that the young master was quite angry, and he needed to act to quell his rage.

They were truly reckless, daring to touch the young madam.

Oh, may the Lord God have mercy on you.

Little Nine looked at them as if he were looking at the dead.

As the director struggled desperately, with a cracking sound, Little Nine dislocated his arm.

The sound struck directly at their hearts, making them even more terrified.

The director let out a piercing scream.

Little Nine muttered to himself, “Did this hand also touch the young madam? Oh, then it’s no good anymore, maybe break the leg too? Like this…”

His voice was very soft, yet it sounded like a death knell, terrifying to the extreme.

The director pleaded repeatedly, like a stray dog, “Miss Tong, spare me, I’ll never dare again, please let me go, I…”

He still had some sense, knowing whom to beg for was most useful; women are generally soft-hearted, and his words might persuade her to spare him.

He wasn’t entirely wrong, but what he miscalculated was this woman was not ordinary, never repaying kindness with enmity, always avenging wrongs, so his words were completely futile.

In a short span of time, Little Nine dislocated the director’s four limbs, and he fainted from the pain.

The methods were so cruel, making one shudder.

“Take him away.” Seeing the director fainted, Little Nine pulled out a devilish smile and maliciously said, “Give him special hospitality, without his tools of crime, let’s see how he abuses power.”

Without his tools of crime…

A chill ran through everyone’s hearts, wasn’t that going to turn the director into a eunuch?

The legs of the men in the private room went weak, their faces turning pale with fright.

A strong smell of urine wafted through.

Some were scared into incontinence.

Outside, two men dressed in black came in, each taking a side and carrying the director away.

Little Nine raised his eyebrows, glancing at the others, “Who’s next?”

They pushed each other, “Him, him, he was the most aggressive just now, I didn’t take action.”

Chaotic, like a marketplace.

This is human nature, never outweighing the test; only in times of danger can you see who truly cares for you.

Little Nine tutted twice, “Don’t rush, one by one, no one can escape.”

The words scared them into silence, not daring to speak anymore.

Each word bore weight, like stones hitting Old Niu, who had long lost hope and had no more thoughts, so he showed no reaction.

Because he knew physical pain wasn’t the worst, the worst was the torment on the soul.

They would not let it end here.

Bo Yimo spoke calmly, “Take good care of them.”

“Yes, young master.”

What it meant to take good care, was certainly an unforgettable lesson.

Upon finishing, Bo Yimo led Tong Yan out.

These people watched them gradually disappear, then turned back to Little Nine, like a devil from hell, instilling fear.

“Let’s have some fun.”

With Little Nine’s words, the gates of hell opened for them.