First, we located a contact in the fireworks business and went straight to their ringleader. Under the intimidation of ten Houtian Martial Artists, the boss obediently followed my instructions. To ensure he worked with peace of mind, I gave him 1,000 taels of gold. When he opened the chest, his eyes lit up; between the threat of force and the temptation of money, the fellow set off without a moment’s delay to buy those two little brats back.
Waner’s two brothers were no good to begin with. They thought they had met a kind soul who wanted to adopt them, as the boss had maintained a pleasant expression the entire way. It wasn't until he led them into a room that he revealed his sinister face. He tied them up first, then personally took up the blade and, without any anesthesia, performed a gruesome, inhuman castration on them.
No matter how they begged for mercy or screamed, the boss showed no sign of letting up. He cut them, slice by slice, until both boys passed out from the pain. To fulfill our requirements, the boss immediately applied the best medicine we had provided. I had explicitly ordered that they must be kept alive; as for how to torment them, I believed the man had plenty of experience in that regard. It was said he even had a peculiar hobby for such things. Our only mission for him was: don’t let them die.
Chapter 111