Marriage is long and desires are strong

Jiang Wei is watching a video...

Not so good?

My legs were weak and my feet were sore yesterday, and I'm still injured...

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Qin Xiaoye was in a meeting when he received Jiang Wei's call.

In the quiet and serious conference room, everyone was discussing the project when the phone suddenly rang.

Qin Xiaoye, dressed in a black suit, was calm, indifferent, and strict. He glanced casually at the lit-up phone screen, and the moment he saw the name on it, his deep, calm eyes shimmered with a soft, subtle light.

He looked up and glanced at Xiang Dong.

As an assistant with an annual salary of tens of millions, Xiang Dong immediately understood, "I will chair the following meeting."

Qin Xiaoye calmly stood up, holding his phone, and answered the call, his voice low and deep: "Feed?"

He slowly pushed open the conference room door, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window outside, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a phone.

The light and shadow from the French windows fell on him, casting lines of light and shadow.

His voice was low and deep, with a gentle warmth.

Qin Xiaoye hung up the phone, his gentle expression instantly turning dangerous, and the sense of oppression increased. He tilted his head slightly and smiled.

A chilling light lurked beneath the smile.

He licked his lips.

He tapped the edge of his phone lightly with his finger, walked to his office, made a call, and said in a steady voice with something under his breath: "His name is... Zhao Kui. Yes, take him there."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Xiaoye stood up, hands in his pockets.

After Xiang Dong finished chairing the meeting, he went to Qin Xiaoye's office to report. Qin Xiaoye tossed him the car keys and said, "Come with me there."

Xiang Dong paused, his car keys damp with sweat, his palms sweating, and cautiously asked, "President Qin, are we really going there?"

No, who upset him?

Who dares to mess with him?

Qin Xiaoye appeared dignified and composed, but the cunning and obsession hidden in his eyes silently revealed that he was extremely dangerous.

Only Jiang Wei thought he was a good person.

Xiang Dong was filled with fear and unease.

Qin Xiaoye smiled slowly, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Hmm."

"I've sent you the name, look him up."

Xiang Dong: "Yes."

The two arrived at the garage, and Xiang Dong drove straight to "that place".

The car drove further and further off course, passing an old wooden sign that crackled in the wind and read "Slaughterhouse," before finally stopping in front of a bungalow.

There were traces of old blood seeping out of the bungalow.

Qin Xiaoye slowly reached out and pushed open the dilapidated door.

Xiang Dong couldn't help but say, "President Qin, please be mindful of your manners. Given your status..."

Qin Xiaoye tilted his head slightly, the light illuminating his side, creating a half-light, half-shadow effect: "Yes, I know what I'm doing."

He pushed the door open and went in.

Xiang Dong's breath hitched. What kind of restraint could an S-class Sentinel have when he went berserk?

He followed him inside.

The stench of blood was overwhelming.

The lights flickered and floated in the darkness, casting indistinct shadows on people's faces.

There were four or five bodyguards in black, who all bowed deeply and said, "Sir, Zhao Kui has been brought to you."

Qin Xiaoye nodded, his gaze falling to Zhao Kui, his dark eyes making Zhao Kui tremble.

Zhao Kui was wearing a wrinkled gray T-shirt, his mouth was sealed with black tape, he was tied to a chair, his face was full of terror, and his eyes revealed extreme fear.

The light was dim, casting only a faint shadow, making Qin Xiaoye appear as a hazy, dark outline.

Qin Xiaoye slowly took off his suit jacket, and Xiang Dong quickly took it from him with both hands.

Qin Xiaoye was wearing a black shirt, and he kept rolling up the cuffs until they reached his elbows, revealing the bulging, powerful muscles in his forearms.

Zhao Kui swallowed hard, trembling with fear, but could only stammer and groan.

He didn't know when he had offended this person; it was terrifying. He felt a sudden urge to urinate.

Zhao Kui was walking down the street just now, feeling smug and proud of himself, thinking he had done something brilliant.

He even vividly recounted his threatening the vet at the pet hospital in the group chat: "I've avenged Shi Yuan. Brothers."

Everyone in the group praised him for doing a good job and said that those hypocritical and pretentious rescuers must be punished.

"She only cares about animals, not people. What is that if not hypocrisy?"

"Exactly, animal rights? Screw animals, animals should be killed."

"If it weren't for the law, I would have killed them all, let alone cats!"

"Well done, Zhao Kui! You're a hero!"

Zhao Kui was overjoyed, walking with a swagger, head held high, looking down at his phone, not paying attention to where he was going. Suddenly, a sack came flying at him, and the next moment he was transported to a slaughterhouse filled with the stench of blood.

The moment Qin Xiaoye stepped into the bungalow, his demeanor changed abruptly, transforming from noble and elegant to cold and dangerous. The oppressive aura emanating from him made Zhao Kui freeze and dare not move.

Qin Xiaoye reached out and forcefully ripped the tape off his mouth.

Zhao Kui cried out in pain as the wound was torn open.

Qin Xiaoye stared at him with narrowed eyes, without saying a word.

Zhao Kui was like prey being watched by a wild beast, not daring to breathe loudly or even exert himself.

After trembling for a while, she finally burst into tears: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't know what I did, please let me go. I will never do it again."

Qin Xiaoye's voice was low and suppressed: "Anyone who dares to touch my people, you weren't even born when I started out in this business."

A dark, oppressive feeling pressed down on Zhao Kui, making the hairs on his body stand on end and sending chills down his spine.

Xiang Dong said tremblingly, "Sir, he is older than you."

Qin Xiaoye: "Oh, I see. It's nothing, it's just a cooler way of saying it."

Zhao Kui stammered, his teeth chattering: "I...who did I touch? I'll never do it again."

Qin Xiaoye slowly revealed a smile: "You don't even know who they are, yet you dare to touch them?"

Zhao Kui was stunned, his mind went blank. Huh?

Qin Xiaoye's breath was hot as he laughed, "It's nothing, I was just looking for an excuse to beat you up."

The next second, Zhao Kui was hit twice hard in the stomach, "thump" "thump," making him howl in pain: "It hurts, I was wrong, waaaah, it hurts..."

Qin Xiaoye looked at his fist and sighed. He was not happy at all that he could not use his full strength.

Zhao Kui was tightly bound, and a puddle of water was constantly dripping from under the chair.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

Qin Xiaoye lifted his eyelids, his eyes cold: "Now, I'm going to get serious."

He picked up a gleaming knife, fixed his gaze on Zhao Kui, and smiled at him. Zhao Kui looked at that eerie smile and the gleaming blade, and his urine came out happily again.

Qin Xiaoye tilted his head slightly, his smile slowly widening. He raised his hand, the blade thrusting downwards with force, aiming to stab Zhao Kui...