C1 The Cruelty of the Powerless

"Young Master Xu … I beg of you, believe me … I didn't …"

In a lavishly decorated room, an extremely enchanting, yet fragile and helpless man held onto another man's clothes with tears streaming down his face. The room was filled with the lingering scent of lust.

On the other side of the bed, a woman wrapped in a silk bedsheet, was trembling in the arms of a menacing man. Other than the sound of men crying for help, there was no other sound in the room.

"Crack ~"

Facing his pitiful begging, Xu Shaoyin stood up indifferently and slapped away his hand. Feng Xuan, who was crying, was instantly stunned as his heart plummeted and a bitter smile appeared on his face. That's right, how could he care about his life or death?

He had followed Xu Shaoyin for a full ten years. From the time he turned eighteen until now, he would never go east, he would never go west, he even told him to go with his brother, to seduce his enemies. Even if his heart bled, he would go, because … he loved him, he loved him every day for ten years.

"Young Master Xu …"

Holding on to the last shred of hope, Feng Xuan raised his head in surprise. He even abandoned his self-esteem in order to win a look of trust from him. It was extremely despicable!

"Mm … it hurts …"

"You know pain? Feng Xuan, who the hell gave you such big guts to dare to even go up against Young Master Lei's fiancee? "Hmm?"

The indifference on Xu Shaoyin's face was no longer there, he was tightly holding Xu Shaoyin's chin with a face full of malice as he approached him. A terrifying pressure came over them, the pupils that had just stopped watering once again became wet, his slim and naked body trembled as bloody scenes flashed across their minds. Once, those who disobeyed their will all appeared, and their fate was the same as death!

He was afraid, he was truly afraid, in the eyes of this group of noble young master, there was no such thing as law. Often, if someone was to be displeased with their wishes, they would beat them half to death, not to mention that he had made such an unforgivable mistake by 'raping' Young Master Lei's fiancée, but …

"Oh … Young Master Xu, I don't, really …"

Seeing that his eyes were getting more and more sinister, Feng Xuan was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the Thunder who was hugging a woman on the other side, but he didn't know where the strength came from. Feng Xuan waved him away and climbed naked in front of them, helplessly grabbing onto the corner of Thunder's clothes.

"Young Master Lei, I didn't rape her. Seriously, believe me, I beg you … I beg you …"

He had once said that he had a bad temper, but as long as he was willing to listen to him, he would pamper him. Now, he was his only hope, as long as he was willing to believe in him, he still had a chance of survival.

"Bang!"

"Ugh …"

Without even thinking about it, Thunder kicked him out, Feng Xuan's slim body instantly flew under the bed, without caring about begging for mercy, he curled up his body and tightly held onto his rapidly shrinking chest, fresh blood unceasingly flowed out from his mouth. Other than pain, he didn't feel anything else.

"Feng Xuan, other than an outstanding beauty, what else do you have? Don't shout at the labourers for being unjustly accused, are you not f * cking worthy of knowing? "

Thunder walked in front of Feng Xuan and looked down at him, his eyes were filled with hatred. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been with him before, he probably would have shot him long ago. This damn man, how dare he play them to such an extent, consider him ruthless!

"Hey, Thunder, are we just going to let this go?"

Watching Thunder leave in big strides, Soong Chengze, Jiang Wentao, and Gao Xiaoxin chased after him at the same time. Who was Thunder? The crown prince of the capital, noble young master, had been the famous tyrant since he was young. Now that his fiancee had been raped, well, although he didn't really care about Xiaoxiao, he was too magnanimous.

The three people couldn't help but look up at the night sky in a daze. Could it be that the moon rose from the west tonight?

He heard what Thunder said and couldn't help but self-deprecate the corner of his mouth. It was laughable that he thought of him as the only savior, and if Thunder really cared about him, how could he watch Xu Shaoyin mistreat him for so many years, watch him push him into the arms of man after man?

On these stages of noble young master, no matter how famous he was, Feng Xuan was sought after by many, but it was just a toy for them. To them, his body and emotions, and even his self-esteem, could be bought with money.

"Hehe, I just found out today that you like thunder. You have good eyes, the power of thunder is indeed enough to make anyone fear, including me. Feng Xuan, I really underestimated you in the past."

He didn't know when, but Xu Shaoyin had already been squatting in front of him with a face full of ridicule and disdain. Feng Xuan tried really hard to focus his eyes and wanted to tell him that from the beginning to the end, he was the only one he loved, but the dull pain in his chest didn't give him a chance. As long as he opened his mouth, blood would continuously spurt out from his mouth.

"No … it's not me …"

Feng Xuan forced out these words with all his might. Until now, he still hoped that this man would believe him. However, in the next second, he ruthlessly broke all of Feng Xuan's hopes.

"Of course I know it's not you."

Contrary to the ridicule from before, Xu Shaoyin went close to Xu Shaoyin's ear and said word by word, "Do you want to know why? "Because I was the one who killed Xiaoxiao, and then framed you for it. You think you're qualified to touch Xiaoxiao with such a stinky ass like you?"

Boom …

As if a mountain had collapsed, Feng Xuan suddenly widened his eyes as he looked in disbelief at Xu Shaoyin who had already fallen into madness. Why? Why did he do this to him?

"Since you're going to die, I'll let you know better. Even without me saying so, you should know that Xiaoxiao is our treasure and has been the only princess in the government compound since she was young. But she only loves Thunder." In terms of background, looks, and ability, I'm not inferior to him either. Why is there only thunder in her eyes? Even if Thundering didn't even give her a single eye, she still loved him so much that she wanted him to die. I'm not willing, isn't the princess haughty, isn't she pure and flawless? "I want her to be covered in dirt, and see if she still has the face to marry Thunder. Feng Xuan, actually, I quite like you, your looks and body are pretty good, and you're also very obedient, but it's a pity that you didn't stop Thunder's heart, if you let him fall in love with you, or even took the initiative to cancel the engagement for you, maybe I wouldn't have arranged this event today. You can blame yourself, but learn wiser in your next life and don't ever meet us again."

As he took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands, the evils on his face slowly faded away, returning to his usual smiling face. As for Feng Xuan, he had long since become foolish, never in his wildest dreams would he think that the truth would be like this, the pain in his body seemed to have disappeared in an instant, and another kind of intense pain engulfed him. His originally powerless hands had suddenly clenched into fists, and his teeth had shattered.

"I hate you!"

Her face was so handsome that it didn't seem like it belonged to a man, and it was filled with pure hatred and anger. If he could, he cursed that he would never be able to get Ling Xiaoxiao in his life and would only live in madness and jealousy.

Xu Shaoyin paused his steps. He didn't turn around, but smirked. "Hate?" There were too many people who hated him. Not one more, not one less.

"Get rid of him!"

He wasn't talking to Feng Xuan, but to the bodyguard standing outside the door.

"Bang!"

Until the tall figure disappeared from his line of sight, Feng Xuan fell down with a thud, the bodyguards' fists and feet landed on his body without any restraint, but he didn't feel it at all. At the last second when he lost consciousness, his heart was filled with hatred, a hatred so strong that it made it hard for people to breathe.

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