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??Chapter 648: Chapter 648: Is there such a thing?

Chapter 648: Chapter 648: Is there such a thing?

The cold sweat like soybeans erged from his forehead, his face turning as white as paper, but because his belly was being pinched, it gradually beca flushed again.

“So, will you speak?”

Zhe Jue looked at him indifferently, and asked.

“If you won’t talk, it’s also okay. You have so many bones, we can disassemble your joints one by one. Of course, I won’t let you die of pain. When you recover, we can continue to have fun. I have plenty of ti to play with you. Even if you die from our ga, there are still these four people of your family available.”

As he spoke, he loosened up the hand pinching the Clan Chief’s neck, just so he wouldn’t straight up choke the man to death. That would take away all the fun.

“You…uh!”

Ya Yulan, hearing his words, was about to argue in a fit of anger, but the ugly woman beside him suddenly choked him!

“No need to worry, your turn will co!”

The ugly woman sneered, slowly coming closer to him, her laughter making his hair stand on end.

“So, how’s it feel? Isn’t your hand a little less painful now?”

After a little while, Zhe Jue saw that the clan chief had finally caught his breath and glanced over at his subordinate.

The subordinate understood and imdiately raised his hand. In the next mont, the clan chief thought he just wanted to die. His right elbow joint was quickly dislocated and set again.

“Uh!”

This ti, he didn’t even get a chance to scream before Zhe Jue choked him.

“I…I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”

His eyes widened, blood vessels popping out, as he uttered each word, barely able to whisper to Zhe Jue.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? You wasted my ti.” Zhe Jue let go of his hand.

The clan chief slumped on the ground without support, a pool of muck, his painfully outstretched hand laying still on the ground.

“Speak up now!”

Zhe Jue saw that he had no intention of speaking. He lifted his foot and stepped on his right wrist, ready to stomp down.

“No, no, I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”

The clan chief was really scared now, regretting getting himself involved with that devil Ya Molian.

“I…each ti I would cover my mouth and nose with a cotton cloth and hide in the haystack outside the Lin Family’s yard. After several hours, I would be able to hear the movent from Ya Molian’s courtyard.”

Zhe Jue: “…”

Dammit! He was that dedicated?

The Lin family’s estate is just across a small road from his master’s house, but that road is seldom used. Over ti, it was used to store straw and thatched grass, since many people in the village use thatched grass for their roofs. Therefore, every household has a stockpile.

The clan chief, to snoop on their conversation with the master, hid in a haystack for hours. What the hell was he trying to achieve?

Was he seeking for more pain? Just thinking about it left him speechless.

“How many tis did you eavesdrop?” He asked.

“I…I can’t rember.” The Clan Chief thought for a mont, then said.

Every ti he thought about how he could change the moneyed Ya Molian into a mber of his own family, he felt so happy. It even woke him up laughing from his dreams. Why would he rember those useless things?

He really couldn’t rember how many tis he had eavesdropped.

“When did you start eavesdropping?” Zhe Jue asked again.

Zhe Jue didn’t understand why the Clan Chief would decide to snoop on his master’s house instead of soone else’s. Did he discover sothing? Or was he instructed to do so?

“It seems like…”