Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue crossed her arms and shot a glare at the stunned Li Erkong. “You can no longer stand? It’s just a kick. I thought you’re some hotshot fighter. We can do this all night if you want. I have a lot of time to spare. I’m sure I’ll get an answer from you before the sun rises.”

“Y-You— You’re just trying to scare me. I wasn’t prepared.” Li Erkong stood up. He let out a deep breath as he languidly fixed his clothes. Flexing his shoulder joints, he set his body into a fighting stance while glaring fiercely at Yun Bixue. He was even bouncing on his feet in an attempt to look intimidating.

Yun Bixue smiled coldly. “You grew up with all these threats but got scared?” After speaking, she moved forward with her arms still crossed and punched him in an instant.

Li Erkong’s left eye started bruising. With a warrior’s scream, he lunged forward at Yun Bixue.

However, no matter what technique he used, he couldn’t hit Yun Bixue. His punches and kicks were either avoided or blocked, deflecting his moves to hit himself.

Yun Bixue stretched her muscles. She felt that this Li Erkong would make a good punching bag, allowing her to vent all her anger. She didn’t need Xie Shiyi to do it—she would personally beat him up.

“Ah! Spare my life! Spare me—” Li Erkong wanted to cry. No one told him that Yun Bixue was skillful in martial arts. Whether it was Taekwondo, Judo, or Kung fu, she seemed to be proficient in all of them. Furthermore, her strength was outstanding. She was even better than the gang leaders he had met in the past.

F*ck. He had been deceived. Who said she was frail and weak? This Miss Yun was strong. She was no pushover.

That night, even if Li Erkong didn’t want to reveal anything, he had no choice. He was beaten up mercilessly as though he was Yun Bixue’s sandbag. The grouchy woman beside Miss Yun used a ragged sock to stuff his mouth so he couldn’t even make a noise.

He couldn’t shout even if he wanted to. As long as he didn’t spill everything he knew, he couldn’t do it.

Even after he fainted, Yun Bixue would find methods to wake him up. After dousing him with a pail of salt water, he could no longer stay unconscious even if he wanted to.

Li Erkong used to be a gangster, but he had never seen a woman as vicious as Yun Bixue. Between coughs, he managed to say, “Miss Yun, no matter what you do, I’ve already told you everything I know.”

Yun Bixue locked her gaze on him, her lips curling up into a cold sneer. “You’re still taking your chances. You can’t fool me. You think I can’t tell that you are lying? You think that’s all I can do? Well, you haven’t seen enough yet.”

Yun Bixue smiled radiantly, and a murderous intent shone in her eyes. She took out a pair of gloves from her bag and wore them before saying to Xie Shiyi, “Move him in and start the torture. Let’s see if he still won’t talk. Oh, don’t even think about taking your own life because all your information is here.” As she said this, Yun Bixue took out a piece of paper containing his personal details, including his family and other people he cared about.

Li Erkong shivered and pointed his shaking finger at Yun Bixue. He was utterly speechless. Who could have told him that this Miss Yun was such a terrifying person? He truly regretted provoking her.

He had done all sorts of evil deeds in the past, and his tactics were cruel. However, after meeting Yun Bixue, he finally understood what a terrifying woman could do. After seeing the torture device, Li Erkong gave in and blurted out the last secret he knew, begging for mercy between loud sobs.