Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Despite his resentment, he couldn't vent it. Since he had already tolerated everything, it wouldn't be worth it to fall out with Leng Tingye over this one argument.

He secretly vowed that once he turned his life around, he would repay him tenfold.

Leng Tingye then took his foot off Mu Yanxin's leg and beckoned to her, "What are you still standing there for? Come here!"

This scene completely stunned Mu Yanxin. She only reacted when she saw Leng Tingye waving, and walked over somewhat awkwardly.

Leng Tingye seemed to see her fear, "Don't be afraid. Since Third Master Qin has already agreed to let you return it, just go ahead and return it!"

After saying that, he reached out and pulled over a chair behind him, sat down, crossed his legs, and adopted a stance of standing up for Mu Yanxin.

Hearing Leng Tingye's words, Mu Yanxin found the courage to act. She smiled gently at Third Master Qin and said, "I'm sorry, please bear with it!"

"Hurry up, don't fucking waste time!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a slap landed on his scarred face, making a crisp sound.

The force was very strong, and Mu Yanxin felt her palms go numb.

Leng Tingye said lazily, "Stop, stop, stop!"

"How could you insult Master Qin like that?"

? ? ? ?

Mu Yanxin couldn't understand what Leng Tingye meant. Wasn't it him who just told her to return it?

He stood up, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists, and gave a sinister laugh. "Watch closely!"

"Snapped!"

The muscles on Qin Sanye's face seemed to detach from his bones, and his lips almost tore to the back of his head.

He shook his hand. "That's the right amount of force! The force you used was just mocking Third Master for being weak as a chicken."

Qin Sanye was caught off guard and was slapped. His face felt like it was being scraped clean. When he touched the slap, it was bleeding.

"Master Ye, you..."

"What?" Leng Tingye looked at his blood-stained palm, his voice so deep it made it hard to straighten up.

Qin Sanye clenched his fist, his lips trembled a few times, and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, "It's nothing."

"Go on, next one!"

Next came the injury on his forehead. Mu Yanxin reached out to grab Qin Sanye's hair, but her hand grasped nothing.

He grabbed a handful of hair in his hand; it turned out he was wearing a wig.

This made him look even uglier.

Leng Tingye gestured for her to continue.

Mu Yanxin threw off the wig, pressed his head against the wall with both hands, and her hands were already weak, plus the man deliberately didn't cooperate.

"Alright, don't push your luck!"

Master Qin shook his head and stood up.

His face was covered in blood, which looked quite gruesome.

"Master Ye, is this okay now?"

Leng Tingye glanced at the bloody mark on Mu Yanxin's wrist, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, and said slowly, "Don't rush!"

As she spoke, she grabbed him by the back of his collar and slammed him heavily onto the bed like she was catching a ghost.

"Leng Tingye, what do you want to do?" Qin Sanye panicked and got up to run away in the other direction.

Leng Tingye pulled him back, saying, "I'll show you what it means to push your luck!"

"Leng Tingye, are you crazy?"

Having spent most of his life in the underworld, Master Qin was quite skilled, but he couldn't display any of his abilities in front of Leng Tingye.

He could only let Leng Tingye tie him up with rope and hang him on the bed.

Qin Sanye's face was covered in blood, and he hung on the bed, looking both eerie and terrifying.

His face was contorted with rage, and his eyes held a look of utter hatred that seemed to want to tear Leng Tingye to pieces.

"She's just a low-class woman. Is she worth it for you?"

"I advise you to leave yourself a way out today, so you can meet again in the future!"

Leng Tingye smiled dismissively, "Is that so?"

Judging from Leng Tingye's tone, there seemed to be room for maneuver. He continued, "As long as you give me a way out today, I'll listen to you in all matters of the underworld from now on."

Leng Tingye finally tied the last knot, then clapped his hands in disgust.

Go get some tissues!

Mu Yanxin thought Leng Tingye wanted to wipe his hands. She took out two tissues and handed them to him.

Leng Tingye glanced at the tissues in his hand. "Not enough!"

Mu Yanxin simply handed the whole box to him, letting him draw whatever he wanted.

Unexpectedly, Leng Tingye kept pulling out the bills one after another, then rolled them into a ball and stuffed them tightly into Qin Sanye's mouth.

The action was swift and decisive, leaving Qin Sanye no time to react. By the time he realized what was happening, his mouth was already sealed shut, and he couldn't make a sound.

Seeing Leng Tingye twirling the knife, his eyes almost bulged out.

Leng Tingye was amused.

The blade lightly slapped Qin Sanye's face. "Who are you calling low-class? Say it again if you dare!"

Leng Tingye's gaze moved downwards, remaining fixed on the man's crotch.

Qin Sanye finally realized the seriousness of the problem, and sweat poured down his forehead.

The sharp knife moved downwards, the tip of it prying open the buttons and slicing through the meat.

The flesh trembled violently.

Master Qin closed his eyes. Now that things had come to this, he could only resign himself to fate. "Kill me or torture me, just give me a quick death!"

"Wait a minute!" Leng Tingye's hand paused.

His gaze shifted to the woman standing to the side, trembling with fear.

He tore off his tie with one hand, walked over, and blindfolded her.

Mu Yanxin grabbed his hand, "Master Ye, no!"

What was owed has been returned. Third Master Qin is missing half an ear, which can be considered a fitting punishment. This is Third Master Qin's territory; if someone were to die here, that would be disastrous.

"Good boy, it'll be quick!"

His voice was magnetic, alluring, and gentle, sounding like he was comforting a girlfriend.

After saying that, he quickly tied a knot at the back of her head.

Then, a painful groan reached my ears.

Mu Yanxin ripped off her tie.

Bright red liquid flowed from between the man's legs, and his painful cries were stuck in his throat, only able to escape from his nose.

Soon, he fainted, his head drooping down in front of his chest.

Mu Yanxin was shocked. Seeing Leng Tingye's hands covered in blood, with drops of blood still dripping from the tip of the knife, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Leng Tingye spread his hands, his cold face expressionless.

"Scared?"

Mu Yanxin tried to speak, but no sound came out even after opening her mouth several times.

He watched helplessly as the tip of the knife pressed against his chin, the icy blade sending a chill down his spine.

Mu Yanxin trembled and took a few steps back. Was he going to deal with her too?

"Give me an explanation!" Leng Tingye's tone was no longer as warm as before; it was devoid of any warmth.

"Explain what?" Mu Yanxin pretended not to understand, looking completely bewildered.

"Heh~"

Leng Tingye sneered.

This woman isn't very brave, but she's quite good at pretending to be stupid.

At this time, in this kind of situation, what Master Qin said was true in one respect: she did it voluntarily.

Mu Yanxin forced a fawning smile onto her trembling face, "Master Ye, let's talk outside!"

It's the same old routine again.

Leng Tingye chuckled, "Get out?"

Mu Yanxin blinked and nodded, "Mmm!"

"Can we get out?"

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door!