"Take him to the household registration office and have him change his na."
"Rember, call him Shit Yong, that’s right, ’shit’ as in a pile of crap, and ’Yong’ as in courage, a brave pile of shit."
Mo Han sneered, "If he’s unwilling, do whatever you want with him."
Brother Hu nodded and tentatively asked, "Do we need any other punishnts?"
With a slight smile, Mo Han replied, "What did he just say he was going to do to ?"
"Just now?"
Thinking back, Brother Hu replied, "Right, he just said sothing about Mister Mo’s legs..."
"Well, that settles it then."
Mo Han patted Brother Hu on the shoulder and smiled, "Brother Hu, I’ll trouble you with this."
To those unaware, the deanor and posture might suggest a great relationship between the two.
Brother Hu nodded repeatedly and, half-bowing, stood beside Zhang Da, respectfully watching Mo Han leave.
"Phew..."
Once Mo Han left on his electric scooter, Brother Hu collapsed to the ground all at once.
Since a while ago, he had been forcefully keeping himself together to handle things, but he couldn’t keep it up any longer.
Zhang Da sighed, Brother Hu was after all one of his own; he helped Brother Hu up from the ground, "Brother Hu, consider this a lesson."
"You should know, the number one fighter in Jiangling City isn’t Brother Feng anymore, it’s Mister Mo..."
"I know." Brother Hu nodded, his forehead covered in cold sweat, "I’ll take Ming Yong to change his na right now."
"Hmm."
Zhang Da responded with his hands behind his back and then called everyone out, while he himself sat kneeling by the bed, waiting for Ming Cuilian to wake up.
...
Twenty minutes later, Mo Han hurried back to the Luo Family neighborhood on his electric scooter.
Upon arriving at the neighborhood entrance, he saw a worried Luo Ning looking out eagerly.
"Ning’er, what’s wrong? Is there news about Mom?"
Seeing Mo Han, Luo Ning quickly got on the scooter, urging Mo Han to ride faster while crying, "Mom’s in trouble! She really is in trouble!"
"This morning, one of Mom’s mahjong friends, Auntie Liu, ca to find her. After chatting for a while, I found out that Mom was arrested."
As it turned out, Liu Chunling was thrilled all night upon learning that Yang ifeng had been taken away.
But by morning, she felt sothing was off.
In the video, the arrested person was wearing a hood, dressed and shaped about ninety percent similar to Yang ifeng.
To confirm whether it was indeed Yang ifeng, Liu Chunling specially took a taxi to the neighborhood where the Luo family lived. Officially, she ca to visit Yang ifeng, but really, she was there to gather information.
Sure enough, as soon as she heard from Luo Ning that Yang ifeng hadn’t returned all night, Liu Chunling’s eyes turned red with excitent.
Confird! The one arrested at the bank yesterday was really Yang ifeng!
Haha! Yang ifeng, weren’t you always so arrogant?
Now I’ll see if you can still be so arrogant inside...
However, in front of Luo Ning, Liu Chunling managed to hide so of her emotions, then took out the video, described its content while feigning pity for Yang ifeng.
Luo Ning recognized her mother at once in the video, seeing the middle-aged woman in a dress.
Watching her mother being hauled into the police car by ard officers, she felt extrely anxious.
That’s why she had imdiately called Mo Han.
"Ning’er, don’t panic. Since Mom was taken by the police, we’ll go to the Public Security Bureau to get her."
Mo Han wiped the tears from below Luo Ning’s eyes with the back of his hand, then twisted the throttle hard, and the scooter shot off imdiately.
anwhile, in a detention cell.
Yang ifeng curled up, huddled in a corner, trembling and not daring to move.
Occasionally, she would lift her head and glance at the bed nearby, but quickly avert her gaze.
This night was the longest in her life.
For a full ten hours, she was cornered and tortured by Zhang Hongyan and the others.
So violently tugged at her hair, her scalp turning red.
So scooped urine from the toilet, prying her mouth open to force it down.
Others placed a pillow on her stomach and brutally kicked and beat her.
The most humiliating was Zhang Hongyan; although she never lifted a hand, she made Yang ifeng lay face down on the ground as a mount. Zhang Hongyan, tall and heavy, weighing over 160 pounds, sat on Yang ifeng’s back, occasionally even jumping.
Yang ifeng, barely weighing 110 pounds, couldn’t withstand such tornt from Zhang Hongyan, and soon collapsed on the ground like a spent force.
Seeing Yang ifeng not getting up, Zhang Hongyan simply had her accomplices climb on her back as well, their combined weight causing Yang ifeng to scream in pain.
In the detention cell, it was as if the instructors were dead asleep, with nobody coming to check.
It was only because Zhang Hongyan and the others had had their fun last night that Yang ifeng now had so ti to rest.
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
As Yang ifeng recalled the previous day’s ordeal, tears stread down her face.
If ti could be turned back, she would never try to take Mo Han’s bank card again.
Hearing Yang ifeng’s sobbing, Zhang Hongyan, who was lying on the bed, woke up groggily and without saying a word, kicked her, "Why the crying?"
"What, want to taste yesterday’s flavor again?"
"No... no!"
Seeing Zhang Hongyan awake, Yang ifeng imdiately stopped crying and forced a smile, "Sister Yan, you’re a generous person, please spare ."
"Oh, now you soften up?"
Zhang Hongyan laughed, looking down at Yang ifeng with contempt, "When you ca in yesterday, you weren’t this cowardly."
"So? Have you co to your senses?"
"Yes, yes, totally!"
Yang ifeng kept nodding, "Sister Yan, you were doing it for my own good, I was wrong, I was out of line..."
"That’s more like it."
Only then did Zhang Hongyan look satisfied, "Co here, give a shoulder rub."
"Okay."
Not daring to offend Zhang Hongyan, Yang ifeng hurried over to give her a massage.
Five minutes later, a female instructor entered the detention cell, glanced around the room, and shouted, "Yang ifeng, co out. Sir wants to ask you so questions!"
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