The Monster President is going crazy again

Fahad struggled desperately, but the rough ropes tightly bound his hands and feet, leaving red marks from the friction.

His face was filled with fear, and his eyes soon became bloodshot, like a trapped beast that had suddenly mutated.

Farhad was in extreme pain. His originally resolute face gradually distorted, veins bulged on his forehead, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

A painful and unclear sound came from his throat.

At this time.

A devilish and insane laugh appeared on Ye Zheng's face.

The laughter was creepy in this dark and damp space.

"This batch of goods has the highest purity and is the best. Look, isn't the characteristic obvious?"

Done.

Ye Zheng stomped hard on Fahad's thigh with one foot, pressing with such force that he seemed to want to crush his thigh bone.

With one hand he pulled his hair down and continued:

"This is my best stuff. If you get a little bit of it on you, hey! Hey! You'll be controlled by it immediately, and it will be hard to get rid of it."

"How can I not let you taste this good thing first?"

"Farhad, in this case, will 30 tons be enough for you to distribute?"

"If it's not enough, I'll give you more."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Fahad kept howling and screaming in pain. His whole body felt as if he was bitten by ants. Even his scalp was numb.

Ye Zheng put his feet down and loosened his grip on his hair.

"Farhad, stay here for seven days and seven nights. I'll let you forget yourself, enjoy yourself, and let yourself go. It'll be more exciting than meeting a celebrity!"

Then, Ye Zheng had a ferocious smile on his face.

He walked out of the room in a dashing manner.

Then, waves of howling filled with despair continued to emanate from the room.

DU addiction came like a demon and completely devoured Farhad.

The chair lost balance due to his violent struggle.

He fell to the ground with a bang, his body twisting wildly, but his body was tied tightly to the chair.

A lot of saliva and tears came out and stained the rough concrete floor.

Ye Zheng was standing at the door of the room, listening to the noise coming from inside, feeling extremely sour physically and mentally.

He used high-purity goods to control Fahad and make him his puppet.

A key figure who plays a vital role in the economic and military fields of Iraq.

Once he is controlled, it would be equivalent to strangling the economic lifeline of Iraq.

Not only that, the large amount of weapons that Fahad obtained from Ye Yan were also under his control.

He was also thinking about distributing these goods to the military, wealthy circles, and civilians.

Through such evil means, Ye Zheng not only obtained weapons, but also rearmed his dark forces.

At the same time, a large amount of money flowed into his pocket like water.

When the time is right, he will fight back, kill Ye Yan, and snatch away the little cutie that makes his heart itchy.

Farhad had been imprisoned in that dark room for seven days and seven nights.

This small space was his entire world for the past seven days. He ate, drank, defecated and urinated in it. His feces, urine and farts were all mixed together, stinking to high heaven.

The scene was so horrible to watch, like hell on earth.

Ye Zheng is a demon who controls life and death. He coldly orders his men to throw a bag of DU drugs into that room every day.

At first, on the second day, Farhad was still awake and filled with anger.

When someone was about to come in, he roared angrily at the door, trying to resist this inhuman torture.

However, the magic of the drug was like an invisible hand, slowly eroding his will.

He held his head in extreme pain and rolled on the ground. He felt that he could not eat the food they brought him. It did not taste good. His mind was filled with the addictive magical taste.

Look again at the small package dropped on the ground.

Before long, the pain from his drug addiction made him completely lose his mind.

He rushed forward desperately, like a hungry beast seeing its prey.

He ripped the bag off frantically, and then poured the small packet into his mouth without hesitation.

He looked as if he would have died if he was a second slower.

By the third and fourth days, Farhad's addiction had torn his soul into pieces.

He no longer had the initial anger he had, and began staring at the door early in the morning, his eyes full of desire, an extreme desire.

What he was waiting for was someone to open the door and come in to throw the package to him.

On the sixth day, Ye Zheng's methods became even more cruel. He deliberately delayed until the evening to let someone throw the package in.

The purpose is to make Farhad suffer the pain of drug addiction.

The moment the door of the room opened.

Farhad rushed over like a wolf and pried into the small bag with trembling hands.

Then pour it into your mouth as quickly as possible.

Trying to ease the pain that was like millions of ants gnawing at his heart.

The seventh day was still endless torture.

Ye Zheng still stayed up till late at night to give the things to Farhad.

These seven days of torture were like a nightmare, dragging Fahad into the abyss step by step.

finally.

He was completely controlled by Ye Zheng's drugs, his soul was imprisoned in a cage, and he could never break free.

The eighth day.

The door was opened.

A pungent stench of decay and drugs wafted out.

Ye Zheng stood at the door of the room with disgust.

He looked arrogantly at Farhad, who was huddled in the corner.

He no longer had the high spirits he had eight days ago, and his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead covered with cold sweat.

His body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, his eyes were sunken and hollow.

He kept groaning in pain.

Ye Zheng was watching him being tortured to the point where he was neither human nor ghost.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a frightening smile.

"Farhad, cooperate?"

Ye Zheng's cold voice sounded.

The tone was no longer questioning, but provocative.

I know that he has completely lost himself at this moment, like a walking corpse.

Asking is redundant.

When Farhad heard Ye Zheng's voice, he felt like a puppet with its bones and muscles removed.

He rolled and crawled towards Ye Zheng, his knees leaving bloody marks on the rough ground.

He could no longer feel the pain, this body no longer belonged to him.

He crawled to Ye Zheng's feet and nodded desperately like a dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy, muttering:

"Cooperate, cooperate. I'll listen to you. Give me something. Please, give me something quickly."

The voice was hoarse and urgent, full of desire, and desperation radiated from every word.

Ye Zheng was glaring at the man at his feet who was once so proud but now so embarrassed.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

There was contempt and complacency in his smile.

He tilted his head, admiring the prey in his hands sinking in pain and desire.