Chapter 162: A Pair of Similar Eyes
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In a dim and damp underground cellar, Tong Jia was awakened by someone splashing her with ice-cold water. It sent shivers through her body. She groggily opened her eyes, only to find a sharp dagger inches away from her face. Any closer, and it would pierce her eyes.
Han Xu gripped her hair, his eyes devoid of emotion. “You’ve already experienced my methods last time. Do you want to try something new? Tell me, where is she?”
Tong Jia’s body trembled slightly, her breath slowing down. Her fear of him was ingrained in her bones. Every time she saw him, she recalled past humiliations, unbearable moments. Fear flooded over her like a tide, completely engulfing her. She seemed to lose consciousness, her eyes becoming vacant.
Han Xu despised cowardly people, especially this ugly woman before him who disgusted him. Perhaps it was because she had eyes identical to his Wanzhe, but lacked Wanzhe’s spirit and pride. All she had was timidity, a timidity born from life’s erosion, so base it made him nauseous, along with a repulsive countenance.
She did not deserve these eyes. He wanted to destroy them, but could not bring himself to do it. It felt as if, by harming her, he would be piercing through his Wanzhe. Their eyes were just too alike.
Han Xu withdrew the dagger, struggling to suppress his surging emotions. He ordered the people around him, “Hit her. Leave her just enough breath to speak.”
Following his command, the people around him immediately started beating her.
Blow after blow landed on her body, but Tong Jia remained silent, enduring in silence. It seemed she had lost the ability to speak. She did not know how long it had been, but she was barely breathing, and the fists pounding on her stopped.
Han Xu squatted down, once again grabbing Tong Jia’s hair and lifting her head to look at him. “I’ll give you another chance. Tell me, where is Wanzhe? You can’t endure this. Why risk your life here? You’re still so young, what do you
A red streak flowed down Tong Jia’s head, cutting through the grim scars on her face. In the cold, white light of the room, she looked like a ghost. But she still bit her lip, silent.
The stubbornness in her eyes reminded Han Xu of the defiant look in Tong Wanzhe’s eyes when he had captured her back then, a look of refusal even in the face of death. She had been just like this, using that half-dead appearance to confront him.
His heart felt like it had been pricked by something. He let go of the person in his hand.
Tong Jia, following the momentum, slammed directly into the wall, finally slumping on the ground, motionless. If not for a careful look, one couldn’t even see her breathing rate.
Han Xu stood up, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains off his hands. Then his gaze swept over the bodyguards in the room. “Continue. If you can’t get anything out of her, you’ll all experience our family’s punishment tonight. I don’t want useless people!”
A few bodyguards trembled slightly, answering in unison, “Yes!”
Shen Qingyue mobilized everyone she could, searching everywhere for Tong Jia’s whereabouts. But there was still no news.
Han Xu was skilled at hiding things when he wanted to deal with someone.
Just when she was extremely worried, Shen Qingyue suddenly received a call from Chi Ming.
Chi Ming knew she was in a hurry and didn’t beat around the bush. “Han Xu is in the underground basement of the World Trade Center.”
Shen Qingyue was surprised at how Chi Ming knew about this, and she did not expect Han Xu to be so audacious. Was this what they called bold moves under the cover of darkness? But there was no time to ask questions now. She hung up the phone and immediately rushed there with her people.
When she arrived, Han Xu’s people were already subdued by Chi Ming’s men.
Chi Ming was wearing a black coat, standing at the door, waiting for her. Shen Qingyue walked quickly towards him. “How is Tong Jia?”
Chi Ming stood tall and straight, succinctly saying, “She lost a lot of blood, multiple fractures. We need to wait for a detailed examination in the hospital.
The medical team has already started emergency treatment.”
Shen Qingyue did not say anything more. She brushed past Chi Ming, walking quickly over.
The walls of this underground room were filthy, perhaps stained by the blood of too many people. In the center, there was a stretcher. Tong Jia was covered in blood, lying on it with her eyes tightly shut. Several young doctors were urgently treating her.
Shen Qingyue could not speak anymore. She knew Han Xu was ruthless, but she hadn’t expected him to go this far! She had a guess in her heart. She did not know what Tong Jia had encountered, but her intuition told her that Tong Jia was Tong Wanzhe.. If Han Xu knew that the person he was dealing with today was the Tong Wanzhe he had been searching for desperately for two years, what would his reaction be?
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