The sky above a cluster of abandoned factories on the outskirts of F City was shrouded in thick, gloomy haze. Inside the derelict facility, the air was saturated with a deathly, bone-chilling cold that felt suffocatingly oppressive.
Fatty Wang and Secretary Qian were suspended in mid-air. Their shirts had been shredded into rags by the lash of a whip. Rong Che sat on a chair, his cold, grim face radiating an icy, menacing aura. Standing beside him, Assistant Li clutched the leather whip, his forehead beaded with sweat.
"Y-Young Master Rong, I was blind and foolish to have done such a thing. You’ve had your revenge, please, just spare me," Fatty Wang begged, his voice trembling with terror as he hung in the air. "If I had known that Ms. An was… was your woman, I wouldn't have dared to touch her even if I had ten times the courage. Young Master Rong, I was wrong, I was truly wrong."
Chapter 156