I fell for it after hanging out with scum

It was already early morning when we left Paradise Manor.

Qin Shang was held in Fang Zhongjing's arms, the blood on his forehead had dried up, stained with his hair, and stuck to his face, his body was covered with his suit jacket, and his exposed legs were extremely thin.

When leaving through the gate, there were whispers behind him.

"Didn't Fang Shao say, throw that thing for us to play with?"

Someone sneered: "If he is really bored, he won't refuse when we asked to play with that thing last time."

The night was like ink, and footprints were stepped on the snow.

Fang Zhongjing carried Qin Shang into the car and ordered the driver to drive.

The car drove up the highway and entered the tunnel. The dim light shone on Qin Shang's bloodless face, and the wound on his forehead was shocking.

Fang Zhongjing stretched out his hand to caress, "I'll take you to the hospital after finishing business."

Qin Shang was drowsy in Fang Zhongjing's arms, and he never loosened his grip on Fang Zhongjing's sleeve.

Fang Zhongjing raised the corner of his mouth and stroked the back of Qin Shang's flushed hand, "I'm so knowledgeable earlier, so I don't have to suffer."

The car turned into a fork in the road and entered a country lane.

There is no one around, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves can be heard faintly.

After driving steadily for a while, the car stopped outside a small forest.

Qin Shang heard Fang Zhongjing whisper in his ear: "It's time to wake up..."

Qin Shang struggled to open his eyes, looked out the window, and found that this place looked familiar.

Fang Zhongjing buttoned up his suit jacket for him, "Forgot? Talk about the grove near the ancient stall."

Qin Shang remembered.

This is where he almost had an accident some time ago.

Qin Shang's voice was hoarse, "What did you bring me here for?"

The smile on the corner of Fang Zhongjing's mouth was deep, "You will know soon."

After a while, the bodyguard came over, and Fang Zhongjing said outside the car: "Young Master Fang, the bracket is ready."

Fang Zhongjing took the tablet, the video was switched on, and a blackened tree trunk struck by lightning entered the screen.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties was tied to the tree trunk, with a round belly, a mess of hair, and a wound on his face.

Fang Zhongjing asked Qin Shang: "Do you recognize who he is?"

Qin Shang tried his best to identify, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

Qin Shang said: "Is it the rapist that night?"

Fang Zhongjing said with satisfaction: "You are really a smart kid."

The middle-aged man saw someone on the opposite side of the video, and began to struggle. With a white cloth stuffed in his mouth, he could only make an indistinct sound.

Fang Zhongjing looked at the camera and asked the man, "Do you remember him?"

The camera turned to Qin Shang's pale face.

The man stared at Qin Shang for a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and his body trembled violently.

Fang Zhongjing smiled: "It seems that I remembered."

The man kept struggling forward with the rope, screaming even louder.

Fang Zhongjing ignored it and turned to look at Qin Shang, "How do you punish him?"

Qin Shang breathed slightly heavily and did not speak.

Fang Zhongjing seemed to be expecting it, raised his eyebrows and said: "Since I didn't think about it, then follow my punishment."

Qin Shang struggled to open his mouth: "What do you want to do?"

Fang Zhongjing put the tablet in Qin Shang's hand, and said flatly, "Naturally, it's something interesting to do."

Fang Zhongjing got out of the car, put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, and walked leisurely through a bush to his destination.

Fang Zhongjing walked up to the man, lowered his head, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

Fang Zhongjing said, "My man, is it fun?"

The man kept shaking his head and making a harsh whining sound.

Fang Zhongjing raised his head and spat the smoke ring on the man's face: "It's a pity that I didn't succeed that night, right? Shall I give you another chance?"

The man's eyes were red from choking, and he shook his head like a rattle.

Fang Zhongjing flicked the cigarette ash, expressionless, "Didn't you want to bully him, now I will give you a chance, do it again."

The man's legs were so weak that he bent up, and he begged for mercy incoherently, but there was a whining sound out of his mouth.

Fang Zhongjing raised an eyebrow, took out a cigarette from his mouth, and the sparking cigarette butt suddenly pressed against the man's earlobe.

"Zi-"

The man let out a suppressed whimper, his eyes widened, he bit the towel tightly, his expression twisted in pain, and his whole body twitched.

Sweat slid from his brow, soaking the towel.

The cigarette butt burned a mark on the man's fat earlobe, and he struggled so desperately that even the tree trunk shook.

Fang Zhongjing exhaled the smoke slowly, looked up at the night sky above his head, and played a tune.

The snowflakes were falling, and the deep voice seemed a little strange in the silent night.

On the other side of the camera, Qin Shang saw this scene, and cold sweat oozed from his back.

In the picture, the faint spark gradually extinguished and returned to darkness.

The man was like a loach in the mud, after writhing, he slowly stopped resisting.

Fang Zhongjing threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out under his feet. He looked at the man in front of him and asked lightly, "Does it hurt?"

The man's ears were almost burnt out, his head was sweating profusely, and he nodded frantically.

Fang Zhongjing smiled gently: "Then you have to hold back, there are still surprises in the future."

The man paused, and the bodyguard came to him, took the towel from his mouth, and picked up a pile of gravel on the ground.

The man realized something and shouted incoherently: "What are you going to do..."

After the words fell, the bodyguard violently opened the man's mouth and stuffed all the broken stones into it.

Then, he punched the man hard in the face.

The sharp stone cut through the mouth, and soon there was blood in the mouth.

Before the man could scream, he was punched in the face again.

Fists fell like raindrops, punches seemed to kill him.

Fang Zhongjing lit a cigarette again and looked at Qin Shang on the other side of the camera. Under the headlights, his face seemed even paler.

Fang Zhongjing walked up to the video and asked, "Do you like it?"

Qin Shang came back to his senses, stared at Fang Zhongjing's face, speechless.

Fang Zhongjing brought him here on purpose.

Fang Zhongjing was warning him, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to do anything.

Fang Zhongjing raised his hand, touched Qin Shang's face through the screen, took a breath of cigarette, and turned back.

The man's mouth was covered in blood, and countless drops of blood splashed on his collar, like plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

Fang Zhongjing waved his hand, signaling to put him down.

The bodyguard complied, and as soon as he untied the rope, the man fell down on the snow like a dead pig.

Fang Zhongjing ordered the bodyguards to turn the man over. His face was covered in blood and swollen like a pig's head.

Fang Zhongjing raised his foot, stepped on the man's crotch with his leather shoes, and then slowly exerted force.

There was a scream like killing a pig.

Fang Zhongjing was holding a cigarette, and he put more weight on his feet, denting the man's crotch.

"Let me go!" The man was sweating profusely, grabbed Fang Zhongjing's leg, opened his bloody mouth, and begged for mercy without dignity: "It's because I have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, it's because I'm blind, let me go Bar!"

Fang Zhongjing flicked the cigarette ash on the man's face, "Let you go?"

The man looked at Fang Zhongjing in horror, "Please..."

Fang Zhongjing interrupted, and said lightly: "Of course I can't let you go."

Fang Zhongjing moved his leg away, and the bodyguard stepped forward again, his hands were still glaringly bloodstained.

The man kept backing away. Seeing that the bodyguard was about to make a move, he shouted in desperation: "It's none of my business, it's Jiang Qiao...he encouraged me to do this!"