After Being Targeted By A Younger, Obsessive Tycoon, Mei Qiang Was In A Terrible Predicament - Chapter 6

That night, several prison guards stood watch outside the interrogation room. Hearing the blood-curdling screams coming from within, they exchanged uneasy glances but dared not enter.

Inside the cramped, confined interrogation room, chairs were overturned. A middle-aged man, roughly fifty years old, lay in the corner, his face covered in blood and his body trembling in agony from his numerous injuries. His eyes remained fixed on Qi Xiaolin, hiding sharp, murderous intent beneath his gaze.

Qi Xiaolin’s white shirt was stained with blood, though none of it was his own. He tossed aside the chair he had been holding, which had already lost its shape. The metal leg hit the floor with a loud clang, leaving trails of blood across the floorboards. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his firm, powerful muscles.

He stared down at Yan Feng, who was sprawled on the ground, and said chillingly, “You old bastard, let us see if your tongue is tougher than your bones.”

Yan Feng spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a few broken teeth. He glared at Qi Xiaolin and let out a bizarre, twisted laugh. “Hit me then. Hit me until I am dead. I have lived long enough in this prison anyway; death would be a relief.”

Qi Xiaolin sneered. “Death? That would be far too easy for you. But your words remind me: your body is already broken. If I keep hitting you, you probably will not last much longer.”

“I should drag Yan Fen over here and beat him in front of you. He is still young; he could be resuscitated and live a few more years.”

The name “Yan Fen” provoked Yan Feng, his expression turning ferocious. “Qi Xiaolin, you are a beast to lay your hands on such a young child.”

Qi Xiaolin felt no anger at the accusation. He stared at Yan Feng for a moment and said eerily, “Then what if I dragged Yan Qingming over here instead?”

Yan Feng froze, then lowered his head and muttered, “Low, underhanded tactics are all you have.”

Qi Xiaolin watched him for a while before sneering. “You put on a mask of anger, but in reality, you are secretly pleased, are you not? You would be delighted to have Yan Qingming dragged here to suffer in your stead.”

“Every time I come here, you frantically ask after Yan Fen, yet you never mention Yan Qingming at all. It is just as I thought: he is not your own flesh and blood, so you have no affection for him. No matter how many times he risked his life for your Yan family, or how much harder he worked than that useless waste Yan Fen, you never cared about him.”

With his true thoughts exposed, Yan Feng showed not a shred of shame.

Qi Xiaolin grew tired of wasting his breath. “One question. Tell me, and I will leave.”

“The child who went to A Island with me to save my parents; where is he now?”

That year, he had been ten, and Qingyan had been only fifteen. To save him, Qingyan had drawn the killers away alone. He dared not imagine the fate Qingyan suffered at the hands of those heartless animals.

Yan Feng’s expression shifted, and he looked up. Thinking Yan Feng did not remember, Qi Xiaolin added, “The child who broke into the dog kennel himself.”

Yan Feng laughed, his mouth stretching wide, his teeth stained with crimson blood.

“That pale, slim, tall young boy.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a chilling, uncanny tone. “I gave him to my subordinates who had been deprived for a long time. I heard that when they were finished with him, after he was half-dead, they gutted him and tossed his remains into the dog kennel. He was torn apart by those mad dogs until not a single piece was left.”