After Falling in Love, the Overbearing CEO Finally Saw the Light - Chapter 25

He once hoped that one day these people would receive hellish punishment, something beyond a simple arrest. For the innocent victims, would a mere prison sentence not be far too light?

Over the line, someone called out to Seventh Master. Gu He, his strength exhausted, fainted.

“Baby, there is a video. Remember to check it.”

Regardless of Gu He’s current state of mind, He Yunqi truly had to hang up. The sounds that followed would be presented in a different form.

Gu He hurriedly found his charging phone and long-pressed the power button. Soon, a notification for a new email popped up.

He put on his headphones and clicked the link. At that moment, his chaotic memories surged forth all at once.

In the video, a man knelt on a deck with eyes full of blood and tears. He was kicked backward by someone’s boot. The man wore a white vest stained with filth and blood. Transparent saliva seeped continuously from the corner of his mouth, glistening wetly. His usually tidy hair was a mess, and red and purple marks covered his arms and neck.

The ground was covered in shattered glass. The sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing was clearly audible. For a moment, it was impossible to tell if this was earth or hell.

The air here was thick with the scent of death.

He Yunqi smoked in silence. The scent of the tobacco was thick and bitter. His deep blue eyes were filled with ruthless cruelty. His temples throbbed. He threw the cigarette hard onto the ground and inhaled the salty sea breeze, only to feel more irritable.

“Seventh Master, he has been found.”

The man beside He Yunqi slammed Uncle Ding’s head onto the deck. The pain in the older man’s brow was sudden and sharp. A single drop of blood turned into a stream, wetting his eyelashes and dripping down his cheek. Half his face was covered in blood. He smeared it across the corner of his mouth, which looked like it had been sliced open, and laughed with a twisted expression.

The moment Gu He saw that smile, his body reacted instantly.

It was an indescribable feeling.

It was suffocation. His chest tightened, and his brain refused to obey his commands. He closed his eyes, feeling as though he were being turned upside down, losing his center of gravity. He fought desperately to steady himself. His palms clenched uncontrollably, but he could not exert force; the moment he did, his entire body began to tremble.

“It seems Zhao Pengtai really cannot feed you enough.”

“Seventh Master.” The man’s voice was incredibly hoarse, the sound ugly and hard to decipher. “I was wrong. I was truly wrong.”

But Gu He still recognized it. That broken Chinese, laced with a heavy Thai accent, belonged to that man.

When He Yunqi had looked through the files, the pictures were not clear. Children around seven or eight years old wore oxygen masks, their hair thick and black or soft and golden, lying quietly on snow-white hospital beds. Among so many people, he had still recognized Gu He at first glance.

His hand turning the pages slowed, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of heartache.

The subsequent photos were bizarre and bloody. Some children had iron hooks driven through their palms, their bodies pulled in opposite directions, with iron weights hanging from their feet.

Information about Gu He after that was pitifully sparse; even a single A4 sheet was not full. The uniform evaluation was: Reclusive, an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.

The records showed that after being moved around several times, he had remained adaptable. His overly obedient personality was almost heartbreakingly endearing. However, after the age of fourteen, the records went blank: Missing.

“To perform such petty tricks under my nose, do you think I am blind, or do you think Zhao Pengtai can keep you safe and sound?”

He Yunqi removed the cigarette from his lips with two fingers and tapped it against the edge of the ashtray. His sharp eyes stared straight at the man, radiating a terrifying, dark hostility.

“Seventh Master, please spare me. Zhao Pengtai’s goods were originally supposed to go by sea. But he said it is not safe now, so he chose to switch them. I truly did not touch any of the goods inside.”

Gu He said, “He is lying.”

“Who?” Uncle Ding did not expect another voice. It seemed to be coming from the phone, and his face instantly paled.

The fierce man beside He Yunqi crouched down. He quickly drew a military knife from behind his waist. He pinned Uncle Ding’s right hand to the deck, fingers splayed, and drove the knife through it with a sudden thrust. The back of the hand was pierced, the blade pinning it to the deck, while the knuckles were crushed one by one with a heavy object.

Specks of blood stained the white sleeve of He Yunqi’s outer shirt, making it very conspicuous. But since his master could not stand such filth, the man quickly stepped to the side.

He Yunqi seemed to let out a light laugh. He turned the Buddhist beads on his left wrist and asked casually, “How did baby see through him?”

“Pupillary contraction, raised eyebrows, and a twisted mouth while forcing a smile. He is faking body language cues,” Gu He analyzed.

“Do you remember the matter with Number 027?”

He Yunqi stood up. The muscles in his arms bulged, and his trouser legs were tucked into short boots. His entire being radiated an explosive, sensual power. Violence and blood were etched into his bones, casting a chill over his surroundings.

“I, I remember.” Uncle Ding sprawled miserably on the ground, drenched in a cold sweat. He had heard a few days ago that Zhao Pengtai had indeed offended someone, but he never expected they would find him. He did not understand; he had never offended the He family.

Gu He was not a sapling raised in a greenhouse. These images held little impact for him, especially given his major in forensic medicine.

However, through the video, he could clearly feel that this man with the straight back was trembling. The scent of blood mixing with seawater seemed to drift through the air.

His pupils contracted, his face went pale, and he was unable to move. Memories surfaced of that green-skinned train roaring past, leaving behind a cold, thunderous boom. Back then, he was constantly surrounded by those strange gazes. They were like thin needles, stabbing every part of his body, leaving him to live in eternal fear.

Shock, confusion, complexity; a tangle of emotions clouded his heart. Gu He’s eyelashes lowered, casting shallow shadows over his eyes. An invisible pressure seemed to weigh on him, making it hard to breathe, leaving his thoughts muddled.

Uncle Ding’s eyes were a ghoulish red. He gasped for air as if a fire were burning in his chest. He knew the man in front of him was serious; He Yunqi would do anything to achieve his goals. In that moment, a boundless fear surged over him.

“I, I, Seventh Master, I beg you to spare me. Please spare me.”

The man did not touch him again. He stood back beside He Yunqi, saying nothing and only giving him a single glance.

“Baby, how do you want to handle this?”

He Yunqi played with a small knife, the blade spinning around his fingertips. His voice was lazy and held a trace of a smile, as if he were simply indulging a little lover to make him happy.

Gu He knew that the plans he had carefully crafted for over a decade could be dismantled in an instant, without any effort at all. He felt a bit unwilling.

But more than that, he felt lost. He had never imagined that the punishment for the person who destroyed his entire childhood would arrive in such a way.

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