100: Ye Wuhuan, a psychopath

"This—! Young Master Ye, I don't want the money, please spare me."

Zhao Gang heard Ye Wuhuan's words and was scared out of his wits. Where had he ever seen such an overbearing and unreasonable person? He quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, pleading with tears and snot.

However, Ye Wuhuan was too lazy to bother with Zhao Gang anymore. He didn't even glance at Zhao Gang, just turned and walked out of the private room.

Speaking of Zhao Gang, he had been involved in the underworld in his early years and had some backbone. When pushed too far, he would bite back.

He noticed that Gu Ling, who was beside Ye Wuhuan, was just a woman, and seeing Ye Wuhuan turn his back on him at that moment, a sinister look flashed across his face.

"Damn it, you surnamed Ye, you're going too far! I'll fight you to the death!"

Zhao Gang roared, springing to his feet, his face contorted in a ferocious expression as he lunged at Ye Wuhuan, actually intending to go for a 'fish dies, net breaks' scenario with Ye Wuhuan.

But Ye Wuhuan didn't even turn his head, completely unconcerned about Zhao Gang behind him. His steps remained calm, as if everything was within his control.

Sure enough, at the same moment, Gu Ling suddenly made her move. Her figure moved like a startled rabbit, and she kicked Zhao Gang in the leg.

There was a crisp sound of bone breaking. Zhao Gang let out a scream, his right leg bone fractured on the spot. He fell heavily to the ground like a pile of mud, not even reaching Ye Wuhuan, and curled up in pain.

Just then, Ye Wuhuan, who had reached the door, suddenly paused, his steps faltering slightly. Without turning his head, he said coldly, "Dare to resist? Break his arm too."

"Yes, Young Master."

Gu Ling nodded respectfully in response, then walked towards Zhao Gang, while Ye Wuhuan directly exited the private room.

Subsequently, several agonizing screams from Zhao Gang echoed from within the private room.

Ye Wuhuan left the private room and walked directly to the adjacent one. He had already paid and made arrangements for Feng Meimei to wait for him in that room.

Pushing open the door, Ye Wuhuan saw that Feng Meimei had changed her attire. Her exquisite makeup made her even more alluring than before, clearly indicating she had meticulously prepared. She sat elegantly on the sofa, exuding a faint scent of shower gel, evidently having followed his instructions to bathe and change.

Feng Meimei saw Ye Wuhuan enter and immediately rose, her face full of respectful smiles, and softly said, "Hello, Boss."

For her, Ye Wuhuan was a rare and important client, so she naturally had to put in her utmost effort to serve him well.

Ye Wuhuan's expression at the moment was somewhat gloomy, with a trace of lingering anger in his brows, clearly indicating he was not in a good mood.

Feng Meimei had worked in this kind of establishment for many years, and her ability to read people had long been perfected. Naturally, she could tell at a glance that Ye Wuhuan was in a bad mood. Therefore, as she spoke, she appeared meek and extremely cautious, fearing that she might accidentally displease him.

"Let's get straight to the point! I like things exciting."

As he spoke, he pulled out a thick wad of US dollars from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the coffee table in front of Feng Meimei.

Then, Ye Wuhuan poured a glass of water for himself and Feng Meimei, and then took out two small packets from his pocket, which contained some white powder.

Ye Wuhuan's expression was sinister with a hint of excitement, looking somewhat eerie.

He poured the two packets of powder into the two water glasses respectively, then picked up one of them and drank it without hesitation.

After Ye Wuhuan finished drinking the water, a sickly flush appeared on his face, and he leaned back on the sofa with a dreamy expression, looking utterly blissful, even his body trembling.

After a long while, Ye Wuhuan finally recovered from the ecstatic pleasure he had just experienced, licking his lips, still savoring the feeling.

He straightened up and said faintly, "Drink this glass of water, and this money will be yours."

Ye Wuhuan pointed to the other glass of water and continued, "Oh, and by the way, I'm in a bad mood today, so I hope you're sensible and don't spoil my fun."

As he said this, Ye Wuhuan raised an eyebrow, and there was a clear hint of threat in his eyes.

Perhaps it was because of the white powder, but at this moment, Ye Wuhuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked somewhat ferocious, even a little perverted.

Feng Meimei had worked in the club for so many years; what kind of people hadn't she seen? How could she not know what the white powder was?

Her face instantly turned pale, and her body trembled slightly with fear.

Feng Meimei showed a hint of struggle, and finally, she gritted her teeth, took out the money Ye Wuhuan had given her earlier from her pocket, lowered her head, and said with a slightly apologetic tone, "Boss, I'm really sorry, I can't take this order."

After speaking, Feng Meimei placed the money on the coffee table, then got up and walked towards the private room door.

"Ah—!"

However, before Feng Meimei had taken a few steps, her hair was suddenly grabbed violently from behind by Ye Wuhuan, and a powerful force pulled her backward.

Immediately after, Ye Wuhuan yanked Feng Meimei's hair and slammed her head fiercely into the sharp corner of the coffee table.

With a dull thud, Feng Meimei's forehead instantly bled profusely, crimson blood streaming down her cheeks, staining her hair and clothes.

"You bitch, can't you understand? I'm in a bad mood."

Ye Wuhuan was like an enraged beast, his expression ferocious and terrifying. He grabbed Feng Meimei's hair and slammed her head into the sharp corner of the coffee table several more times, each impact heavier than the last.

The thudding sounds were dull and alarming. Feng Meimei's body swayed limply, like a broken rag doll, at Ye Wuhuan's mercy.

Then, Ye Wuhuan picked up the water glass containing the drugs from the coffee table, pinched Feng Meimei's mouth open, and forcibly poured it down her throat.

Feng Meimei was so disoriented from the blows that her consciousness was blurred; how could she still have the strength to resist? She could only let out painful whimpers, powerless to stop it. Almost an entire glass of liquid mixed with drugs was forcibly poured down by Ye Wuhuan.

Guo Gang sat alone in the hospital room, his mood at rock bottom. For some reason, ever since he hung up the phone earlier, his right eyelid had been twitching incessantly, making him feel that something bad was going to happen today.

"Perhaps, I should give up. Her helping me back then might have just been a whim."

Guo Gang put down his phone, a bitter smile on his face. He felt like a fool, living in a dream he had woven himself, and now, the dream was over, and he had to face the cruel reality.

Just then, the phone in Guo Gang's hand suddenly rang violently. Guo Gang picked up the phone and saw that it was Feng Meimei's number.

In all these years, Feng Meimei had almost never called him first.

Suddenly, Guo Gang was overjoyed, a glimmer of hope igniting in his heart. He quickly answered the phone, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Hello! Meimei, have you thought it through?"

"Are you Meimei's relative? I only see your number in her phone."

On the other end of the line, however, was the voice of an unfamiliar woman. Her voice was somewhat anxious, but it was not Feng Meimei's voice.