238: Chapter 238 I Say, I’ll Say Everything 238: Chapter 238 I Say, I’ll Say Everything She flipped through the pages, but she couldn’t comprehend a single word she saw.
Rong Shaoze had been standing behind her for a long ti, watching her figure without ever turning around.
In the end, he had no choice but to quietly leave the room.
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In the dark basent of a secret villa.
The betraying servant was beaten black and blue, his face covered in fresh blood, yet he still refused to admit it was he who had leaked the news.
The bodyguards were both frustrated and excited by such a stubborn person, as it posed a bit of a challenge; however, it was too ti-consuming.
When Rong Shaoze arrived, they stopped what they were doing and respectfully reported to him, “Mr.
Shaoze, this man is tight-lipped.
He refuses to confess.”
“Young Master…
I really didn’t…
betray you…” The servant lay on the ground, extending a bloodstained, dirty hand towards him.
Rong Shaoze glanced at him indifferently, his dark eyes cold and deep.
He extended his palm, and a bodyguard drew a gun, cocked it, and respectfully placed it in his hand.
Seeing this, the servant’s eyes widened in terror, his breathing growing more and more rapid.
Rong Shaoze curled his lips into a cruel smile, his finger hooked around the trigger.
The gun spun in his hand several tis before the pitch-black muzzle was aid at the servant.
“Young Master?!
What are you going to do?” the servant asked in panic.
The only answer he received was the sound of a gunshot—Bang!
“Ahh!!!” The bullet struck his thigh, he scread in agony, his entire body convulsing violently.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, this ti the bullet buried itself in his arm.
“Ah…
it hurts so much, it hurts!
Young Master, please, I beg you to spare , it’s so painful, Young Master, have rcy!”
Rong Shaoze smiled slightly, an innocent smile.
The smoking barrel once again aid at his other thigh.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head in terror, “Young Master, please, have rcy!
Don’t kill , please, Young Master!”
Rong Shaoze nodded slightly, stepped forward, and forcefully placed his sturdy, special leather boot onto the servant’s arm, rendering him immobile.
The gun was now pointing at his hand.
Another shot, and his hand would be useless!
“Don’t, Young Master, I beg you, please don’t…” the servant struggled fiercely, which only caused him to press down harder.
Rong Shaoze pulled the trigger slowly, each languid movent tornting the servant’s nerves.
“Young Master, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything!”
Fingers paused, he looked down at him from his lofty position with a chilling gaze.
Despite the severe pain, the servant asked in fear, “Young Master, if I confess everything, will you let go?”
“That depends on whether you tell the truth.”
“I’ll tell everything, I swear I won’t deceive you!”
Rong Shaoze released his arm and tossed the gun to a bodyguard.
He took two steps forward, then turned and sat down on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, his movents relaxed and aristocratic.
“Speak.
Who put you up to this?”
“I don’t know him.
On the morning of Mid-Autumn Festival, I went out to make so purchases and was stopped by a man wearing sunglasses.
He told that if anything happened at the young master’s house, to take a photo and give it to him.
He would pay a million after the fact.
If I didn’t do it, he would kill .
Young Master, I was forced, if I didn’t agree, he would have killed .
I had no choice but to agree.
Young Master, this is all I know.
Please let go.
I swear I’ll never dare to do it again!”
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