"Boss Su, I know I was wrong. I will never dare to do anything to Lin Xuan again. Please let me go, okay?" Chen Mo begged.
He had barely managed to escape from Lin Xuan's grasp, only to fall right into Su Hua's hands.
He had only ruined Lin Xuan's reputation on the internet and plotted to get Lin Xuan and Lin Jingyue into bed together. It wasn't some heinous, unforgivable crime. Why was she treating him like this?
Su Hua remained silent.
With her gloved left hand, she grabbed Chen Mo's hand.
A knife sliced down.
The blade pierced straight under the fingernail of Chen Mo's right index finger.
"Ahhhhh—"
Chen Mo convulsed uncontrollably from the agonizing pain.
Su Hua flicked the blade.
A piece of bloody fingernail with flesh attached rolled onto the floor.
Blood poured from Chen Mo's finger.
"I am going to pry off every single one of your fingernails," Su Hua said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.
Chen Mo's face turned deathly pale.
Devil!
Both Su Hua and Lin Xuan were devils!
Why did he have to provoke these two devils?!
Su Hua moved methodically. Her face was entirely expressionless, as if she were merely carving an ordinary statue.
Just like that, amidst Chen Mo's endless screams of agony, Su Hua pulled out every last one of his fingernails.
Chen Mo's hands were covered in a mess of flowing blood.
Even so, Su Hua did not let him go.
She ordered her subordinates to bind Chen Mo's hands and feet to a rack.
"Smack—"
"Smack—"
Lashes from a whip rained down on Chen Mo's body.
Her subordinates watched Su Hua's demeanor.
They realized that Boss Su had never been this terrifying when dealing with anyone else before.
Only those who offended Young Master Lin would suffer such inhuman, unbearable torture at the hands of Boss Su.
They still held the same thought:
Young Master Lin was truly incredible to be able to capture Boss Su's heart so completely.
Midway through.
Chen Mo fainted from the pain several times, but each time, he was forcibly jolted back awake.
Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock.
Su Hua tossed aside the whip in her hand.
Jiang Qing asked respectfully, "Boss Su, how should we dispose of this Chen Mo next?"
She had a feeling that the punishment for Chen Mo was far from over.
This time, Chen Mo had thoroughly touched Boss Su's reverse scale.
There was absolutely no way Boss Su would let Chen Mo off so easily.
Lin Xuan called Su Hua.
"Hua, it's twelve o'clock now. Are you still not done discussing your partnership?"
Hearing Lin Xuan's voice, the icy expression on Su Hua's face softened.
"Mhm," Su Hua said with a nod. "I'm done. I'll head back right now."
Jiang Qing clicked her tongue in awe inwardly.
The strictly husband-managed Boss Su was about to come online.
Su Hua put down her phone and ordered expressionlessly, "Throw him into the Pit of Ten Thousand Snakes."
"Jiang Qing, I'll leave this matter to you. I need to go back and keep Xuan company. He must be missing me." As Su Hua reached the end of her sentence, her tone involuntarily lifted.
"Yes," Jiang Qing complied.
In his groggy state, Chen Mo heard the words 'Pit of Ten Thousand Snakes'.
He instantly sobered up quite a bit.
This Pit of Ten Thousand Snakes... could it really be a cave filled with countless snakes?
"I-I-I really know I was wrong. Please don't throw me into the Pit of Ten Thousand Snakes."
Chen Mo pleaded.
Jiang Qing ignored him and ordered, "Take him away."
"Yes."
Chen Mo was escorted by two people to a spot in the villa's backyard.
There was a large well here.
Jiang Qing pressed a mechanism, and the mouth of the well was revealed.
Jiang Qing grabbed Chen Mo by the back of his collar and dragged him to the edge.
"Look at what's inside," Jiang Qing said.
What met his eyes were layers upon layers of piled up, colorful snakes at the bottom of the well.
Some were clinging to the walls of the well.
Seeing someone appear, they hissed and flicked their forked tongues at Chen Mo.
"Ahhhhh—"
Chen Mo was already terrified of snakes, especially seeing so many gathered together.
His legs trembled violently.
"Chen Mo," Jiang Qing introduced. "You can rest assured, these snakes are all non-venomous. However, they have been starved for five days without a single bite of food."
"Think about it. What will happen to you when you're thrown in?"
Chen Mo was so scared that his teeth were chattering.
What else could happen?
He would undoubtedly become a meal for those snakes.
"Can you please let me go?" Chen Mo begged in agony.
"I'll do whatever you want me to do."
First he was beaten, then toyed with by two women, then had his fingernails pulled out, and then whipped.
Now he was going to be thrown into a snake pit.
He had only targeted Lin Xuan twice.
Why?
Why were they doing this to him?
"Down you go." Jiang Qing didn't waste any more breath on Chen Mo and kicked him straight into the Pit of Ten Thousand Snakes.
Boss Su was the one who ordered her to throw Chen Mo into the pit. If she feigned compliance while acting otherwise and Boss Su found out, wouldn't she be courting death?
As long as she clung tightly to the coattails of Boss Su and Young Master Lin, she could have anything.
Asking her to disobey Boss Su was simply impossible.
Jiang Qing didn't leave immediately; instead, she stayed to watch Chen Mo's miserable fate.
As soon as Chen Mo was thrown down, the starving snakes instantly coiled around him.
They wrapped around his arms, his legs, his neck, and his face.
Chen Mo was completely covered by them, leaving only a pair of eyes visible.
Chen Mo felt his surroundings.
Everything was slithering, slippery snakes.
"Ahhhhh—"
Wave after wave of agonized screams erupted from his mouth.
He tried to shake the snakes off, but it was completely futile.
Their fangs bit tightly into him.
The moment Chen Mo pulled one snake off, others immediately slithered up to replace it.
Chen Mo gave up struggling.
He lay in the pile of snakes, allowing them to devour his flesh and blood.
Before his blood drained completely, Chen Mo thought in agony:
Lin Xuan, if I could have the chance to live my life over again, I would absolutely never go against you ever again...
The next day.
Lin Xuan went to Shangqing University to do research.
Recently, Su Hua had caused some trouble for Jiang Yutong's company. Jiang Yutong was so busy at work that she couldn't step away, leaving her temporarily unable to pester Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan stayed in the lab for a while and noticed that Jiang Yutong hadn't come over, which left him a bit puzzled.
"Is Jiang Yutong not coming today?" The other students at Shangqing University were also curious and asked aloud.
"No," an informed student replied. "Her company has some issues lately, so she doesn't have the time to come."
Those Shangqing University students felt a bit deflated.
There was no good show to watch anymore.
The employees of the Su Corporation, on the other hand, were rejoicing.
Finally, that eyesore wasn't around to pester Young Master Lin anymore.
A security guard walked in.
He was carrying a large bag of things in his hand.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
