Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Song Tai originally thought that the words he heard before he fell into a coma were an illusion.

Now that I was awake and heard Qi An speak with my own ears, I realized that what he said was not an illusion.

A mute...actually spoke?

He investigated An Ning carefully and was absolutely sure that he was a genuine mute and could not be pretending.

He looked at the person in front of him again and again, and was sure that this was An Ning. Even the location of the scar on his arm caused by cigarette burns was correct.

The appearance was still the same, but he could clearly feel that An Ning's temperament was like a different person.

Song Tai asked: "You...why are you able to speak suddenly?"

Qi An did not answer his question. He walked straight to Song Tai and cut a wound on his body without saying a word.

The cut was not deep and did not hurt much, but Song Tai, who had always been certain that Qi An would not dare to hurt him, changed his expression drastically.

Because the cut was on the side of the neck, just millimeters away from the carotid artery.

If the young man's hands shook even a little, he would feel cold.

Song Tai felt the blood forming a thin line flowing down the side of his neck. He frowned and said:

"Aning, you're going too far. Untie me quickly, or I'll get angry if you continue playing with me."

Qi An looked at Song Tai, whose forehead was already covered with sweat and whose expression was obviously a little stiff, and sneered:

"The old man really has only his mouth as the only thing that can make him more powerful!"

Qi An stepped accurately on Song Tai's minefield. Even though he was tied up, Song Tai rushed forward fiercely, wanting to hit Qi An.

Qi An waved his hand rudely and stabbed him again.

This time in the chest.

Song Tai cried out in pain, gasping for breath, staring at Qi An fiercely and roaring:

"Bitch, have you had enough of making trouble? If you don't let go, I will...ah?"

Qi An stabbed a knife into his thigh and turned it around.

Song Tai's veins popped out in pain, and he finally realized that Qi An was serious.

He began to call out to Gao Hui loudly, hoping that someone would come and untie him.

"Gao Hui...Gao Hui...someone come quickly..."

However, the soundproofing effect of the basement he personally arranged was excellent. No matter whether someone was killing someone or dancing inside, no sound could be heard outside.

The cage he built for An Ning with his own hands has now become his own retribution.

When Song Tai saw Qi An dragging out Gao Hui, who was only breathing her last breath, he could no longer conceal the horror on his face.

Gao Hui had been hungry for two days and could not even get up. She could only struggle weakly on the ground.

Even then, he did not forget to remind Song Tai: "Master... he seems to be crazy, you have to be careful."

Song Tai roared: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Qi An wondered, "Isn't it obvious what I want to do? Are you so clueless?"

"Could it be that after not seeing you for a few days, you have developed a new mental retardation problem?"

Of course Song Tai knew it very well, and he was fully aware of the evil he had done to An Ning.

This is revenge.

Song Tai forced himself to calm down and put on an elegant and amiable smile:

"Aning, don't be like this, let me go first, we have something to discuss."

Qi An’s response was to stab him again.

Song Tai went completely crazy, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot and his lips were trembling, like an enraged beast.

"I'm going to kill you, bitch. I'm going to kill you..."

Qi An stabbed his mouth where he was spewing shit, breaking his skin and flesh. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood spurted out immediately.

"That's what makes it look good. You're a real beast, why are you pretending to be a human being?"

Song Tai's lips were bleeding and blood foamed out whenever he spoke.

He had a sinister smile on his face, and while bleeding, he cursed Qi An all the times he had insulted him about his reproductive organs.

The reason why a pervert is a pervert is that he lacks normal empathy.

Not only does his thinking differ from that of ordinary people, he also has an extremely high tolerance for pain, or rather, he enjoys pain.

Most people would have already started to collapse and beg for mercy at this point, but Song Tai was actually a little excited in addition to fear.

Because, as he looked at the beautiful young man in front of him who looked like a bloodthirsty rose, desire actually slowly rose up.

Qi An: “…”

Damn, I'm disgusted.

Song Tai cursed vigorously, and his expression became more and more excited, interpreting the word pervert to the fullest.

His excitement came to an abrupt end when he saw where Qi An moved the knife.

He swallowed the blood foam and finally began to feel truly scared.

Qi An placed the butterfly knife on the thing and said with a smile, "Keep scolding."

Song Tai's forehead was covered with cold sweat and he looked at Qi An in horror: "What are you doing? Take it away!"

He froze there, not daring to move, for fear that Qi An's trembling hand would hurt his precious vitals.

It would have been fine if he had never experienced it before, but after experiencing that ultimate ecstasy in the past two days, he was so happy that even his soul was trembling.

Qi An: "Have you been very happy these past two days?"

Song Tai didn't dare to answer.

Qi An smiled and leaned close to his ear and said, "A scumbag like you doesn't deserve to be happy. Now, I'm taking it back."

Before Song Tai could be surprised at how Qi An knew all this, he saw him raising the knife.

Song Tai was almost scared to death. He no longer showed his abnormality and arrogance. He begged:

"No, Aning, please... don't... I know I was wrong... I'll give you whatever you want, just don't touch it..."

Qi An said coldly: "When An Ning begged you before and said no, did you stop?"

After saying that, Qi An raised his knife and cut off Song Tai's vitals cleanly and efficiently.

Ata looked excited: "Wow, the tools used to commit the crime were confiscated, so pitiful."

Qi An: "It's good now. Although it was useless before, at least it existed. Now it's a dead eunuch with a unified body and soul."

Song Tai looked at the dignity that he had just restored two days ago with bloodshot eyes, and with a single cut of the knife, it was gone.

The severe pain from the anesthesia-free cleansing made him howl like a dying beast. His eyeballs bulged with bloodshot, his whole body convulsed, and he passed out.

While unconscious, he felt someone pry open his mouth and stuff something covered in blood and flesh into it.

He couldn't swallow it, so the man was kind enough to break it up for him, add water and force him to drink it down.

Ata, who witnessed everything, almost dropped his eyes: "...You are so perverted!"

Qi An: "Thank you. It's OK."

Ata: “…”

Why do you look so proud?

Not long after Song Tai fainted, he was awakened by the pain of Qi An stabbing his hand with a knife.

Qi An also untied him.

After Song Tai woke up, he didn't care about anything else. The first thing he did was crawl on the ground to look for the treasures that had been cut off from him.

He still didn't give up and naively thought about sewing it back together.

Even if it's useless, it's better than nothing.

Song Tai found nothing. There was nothing on the ground except blood.

He squirmed and murmured nervously, "Where is my baby? Where is it? Give it back to me... give it back to me..."

Qi An squatted down in front of him, pointed at his belly, and kindly answered: "Your baby, it's here."

Song Tai didn't seem to understand Qi An's words. He was confused for a moment before he realized what he meant.

Then he put his hands into his mouth and grabbed his throat hard, drawing blood.

He lay on the ground and vomited violently, almost vomiting out his internal organs.

It was exactly the same peace I felt after I realized what kind of meat I had eaten!

Ata felt perverted, but also felt great: "Bah, you deserve it."