A woman known as the "Beautiful Supervisor" appeared to be around fifty years old.
She was fair-skinned, plump, and short—quite a combination.
However, her facial features were well-proportioned.
She sported a men's buzz cut, wore light makeup, and dressed in a branded spaghetti strap dress with fishnet stockings.
With a waist like a barrel and legs like an elephant, she looked like she could burst into lard at any moment.
Truly an eyesore.
She was far from beautiful.
I closed my eyes, trying not to look at her.
From my angle, it felt inappropriate to stare.
"I came to see who was capable of taking down six or seven of my security guards with a single punch.
Help him up. I want to see his face."
Her voice was rough and loud, reminiscent of Li Kui.
It was both domineering and shocking.
She then sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs.
Chen Weiqiang and a few of his lackeys hurriedly helped me up.
Because I was too weak, two lackeys propped me up and dragged me in front of her to "stand."
"Chen Cheng, I heard he's your college classmate and even had a crush on your girlfriend.
Young people are so naïve, easily coaxed."
The Beautiful Supervisor looked at me playfully, a hint of killing intent flashing in her eyes.
What? A crush on Lulu? Damn it!
"Supervisor, it's true. But his family is very poor, and Lulu wasn't interested in him. He even borrowed money from my family for his studies back then."
Chen Weiqiang glanced at me, speaking obsequiously.
"???"
I was dumbfounded. Chen Weiqiang's ability to twist the truth was astonishing. He should be writing novels.
He just squeezed 200,000 yuan from my dad, did he forget that?
"Tsk, what a pity! Handsome features, good build, and a strong fighter. If only he could be my personal bodyguard, hahaha!"
The Beautiful Supervisor stood up, poking her finger into the wound on my chest and twisting it, laughing lasciviously.
"..." I had already lost all feeling from the pain. If it weren't for my stubborn anger, I'd be dead by now.
"Hmm, young blood is sweet. No matter how handsome you are, if you don't obey and dare to resist, I'll still punish you!"
The Beautiful Supervisor perversely sucked her bloody finger, giving me goosebumps.
"Chen Cheng, call his father. Demand 500,000 yuan for medical expenses, or we'll chop off his legs.
That way, I'll be taller than him, and I can place him in my office as a 'vase' for me to look down on forever."
"Understood, I'll call right away. But his family is very poor; they might not be able to gather the money quickly..."
"I'll give him three days to raise the money! Call now, no more nonsense!"
The old pervert barked an order, and Chen Weiqiang immediately called my father.
At that moment, I finally understood Uncle Scar's words: wanting to die can indeed be a luxury.
There's no chance to let you die.
The water dungeon and other places are all tied up. The basement has no windows, the iron doors are locked, and there are no sharp objects.
The work area has welded iron windows, guards patrolling the entrance.
The cafeteria is the same, and the playground has even more guards.
Jumping off a building?
Failing to die would be worse, and there's no building to jump from as the corridors are fenced.
Running into a wall?
Just look at the stars in movies.
Biting your tongue to commit suicide? That's even more ridiculous.
The pigs here all died from being tortured, bled out from kidney cuts, or died from bacterial or viral infections.
The women were often "used" to death by being forced into continuous activities without rest...
Here, living is worse than dying, a fate worse than hell!
Even climbing to the position of a supervisor meant stepping over countless corpses.
Undoubtedly, everyone here was somewhat perverted and psychologically twisted. You couldn't view them with normal logic.
Soon, the video call connected.
When my father saw my miserable state, he, who had never cried in front of others, broke down.
"Ping'an, you must hold on..."
Father forced a pained smile, looking worse than crying.
He said my mother had fallen ill, and he was the only one waiting for news.
My elder brother was at the hospital with my mother, and my sister-in-law was so anxious that she had an unstable fetal heart rate and also went to the hospital...
Tears fell drop by drop.
I didn't speak, fearing that if I did, my family would fall into an abyss of despair.
"Uncle, Ping'an killed a few people. We need 500,000 yuan for burial fees within three days!
Our supervisor is very lenient. Others only get three hours! Don't call the police, or Ping'an won't be safe and will lose his legs!"
Chen Weiqiang lifted my chin and spoke ominously.
"Qiangzi, don't hurt him. I'll raise the money. Even if I have to sell the house, my kidney, or my blood, I'll gather it..."
My father's emotions broke, but he still held on to a sliver of hope, thinking that paying would truly keep me safe.
Little did he know, they were just greedy beasts.
Even if I injured a few lackeys, it didn't need 500,000 yuan in compensation; they just wanted an excuse to extort money.
Today it's 200,000, tomorrow 500,000, and the day after?
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see my father.
In just half an hour, he seemed to have aged decades.
At an age where he should be retiring, he still had to worry and run around borrowing money for his unfilial son.
At this moment, I completely abandoned any hope of escaping.
I also gave up on Chen Weiqiang entirely.
However, I refused to die so indignantly.
"Tsk, such deep fatherly love! Take him to the basement. If we don't see the money in three days, chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"
The old woman snorted coldly, and Chen Weiqiang ended the video call.
"Supervisor, things have been unstable in the park lately. Our insider said the uniform he destroyed belonged to a spy from the Wei family.
Let's keep him for now; he might be useful as a vanguard.
He's talented, educated, and handsome, and could be very valuable.
Don't worry, I'll train him well and give him a chance. If he doesn't work out, we'll chop him up and feed him to the fish."
Chen Weiqiang glared at me and flatteringly massaged the Beautiful Supervisor's shoulders.
"A spy from the Wei family? Hmph, deserves to die! Didn't expect her to extend her hand here..."
She paused, then touched Chen Weiqiang's ample backside, laughing lecherously, "If you want to keep him as a watchdog, it depends on your performance tonight, hahaha!"
"Hurry and take him away; don't let him be an eyesore!"
Chen Weiqiang's face changed, and he angrily ordered his lackeys.
"Supervisor, I recently learned a new trick; you'll love it."
Turning, he kissed her cheek.
"Darling, if I'm not satisfied, I'll have to punish you!"
The two openly embraced, shamelessly showing affection.
"..." Damn, their greasy actions almost made me vomit.
Turns out Chen Weiqiang became an assistant not by capability but by selling himself?
I... really overestimated him!