In a dimly lit room, the quivering voice of a man and the clinking of chains echoed, his trembling form barely holding together as he begged for his life.
"Mr. Mo, please... it was the devil's work. Just give me another chance—I swear I won't make the same mistake again!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.
"Why do you all like blaming the devil for your wrongdoings? Whenever you mess up, it's the devil's work. Whenever you betray me, it's the devil. Seriously?" The deep, commanding voice that responded was both enchanting and terrifying, sending a cold chill through the man's battered body. Even without seeing his face, the voice alone made it clear this was not someone to be trifled with—a true devil in human form.
"I've come across many fools like you who tried to sell my information, thinking they could get away with it. Hmph, in your dreams." The voice scoffed, and with a click, light flooded the room, revealing the chained man in his pitiful state.
His body was drenched in blood, his face swollen and barely recognizable. His fingers and toes were severed, and his shirtless torso was covered in bruises.
"The problem is, I don't want to kill you... yet. But I'm not sure this is enough to make you understand your mistake," the man said, his tone mocking as he approached the trembling figure.
"I despise people who betray or lie to me," he snarled, grabbing the man by his hair and yanking his head back to meet his cold, unforgiving gaze.
"Sir, please, I beg you! I have a wife and children—please, sir!" The man's voice was a wretched whimper now, his will to survive overpowering his dignity.
"Why didn't you think of them when you decided to do something stupid?" The man's voice dripped with contempt. "Don't worry—I'll take care of your wife and children after I kill you. Let your soul rest in peace knowing they won't suffer. I'll just tell them you were a traitor, and that you got killed. Simple as ABC," he added, patting the man's shoulder with a hard, gloved hand, causing him to wince in pain.
"But for now, I'll let you rest. I have other matters to attend to," he said, snapping his fingers. A man in black clothing silently entered the room.
"Yes, boss?"
"Da Ming, take care of him. I'll be off now—I have other things to do," Li Cheng ordered, peeling off his bloodstained gloves and slipping on a fresh pair before he turned and walked out of the dark room, leaving the trembling man to his fate.