Chapter 533 (1/2)

The Empress' Guest (3)

Sir Tie Jing did not move after he heard Ye Lang’s remark. He answered to Zhao Yarou, not Ye Lang. He had to be very clear, plus Ye Lang even said he wanted Zhao Yarou’s misfortune.

“Hmmph. Tie Jing, break both of his arms, do not draw blood,” she said coldly, even specifically stating she did not want to see blood.

“Yes Ma’am,” answered Sir Tie Jing, preparing to break Gao Lei’s arms with douqi…

“Wait, wasn’t it supposed to be just his right hand?” Ye Lang stopped him immediately.

The father and son stared at her pitifully, as if their eyes were saying, the fox was right, wasn’t it supposed to be one right hand? Why is it two now?

At least he still had his left hand if his right hand was rendered useless. Although it would be inconvenient, at least he could still live a normal life.

But if both arms were rendered useless, then this was as if he had no arms at all. This was a huge difference from having one arm!

“His left arm can hold a sword too, I can’t guarantee he might not do this again. Break his arms,” said Zhao Yarou mildly.

Crack crack…

“Aahhh…”

The sounds of bone-breaking and Gao Lei’s screams of pain echoed at the same time, every person there could feel their hearts beating out of their chests as if they were feeling the same pain.

Sir Tie Jing did his job well, using his vibrations to break every nerve and vein in Gao Lei’s arms, at the same time shattering every bone.

Gao Lei’s arms would never heal now.

No one had expected this to happen, though they realised this all stemmed from the legendary ‘pretty boy’.

And all because Gao Lei pointed at him with his sword too.

Just as their gazes fell on Ye Lang, the cause of so much misery, they saw him squatting on the ground and poking at Gao Lei with a chopstick. Gao Lei had passed out from the intense pain.

“Hey, are you dead yet?”

“...”

Hey, hey! He’s already like that, why don’t you just let him go?

Even Zhao Yarou was puzzled. What more did Ye Lang want? This man had both his arms rendered useless, this was already more serious than what Ye Lang intended.

When Ye Lang realised the man wasn’t responding, he switched tactics.

“Wake up.”

Ye Lang poured a pot of tea on his face, and they saw steam too. That meant the tea was scalding hot…

“...” The audience was silent.

“Aargh…” The unconscious Gao Lei was startled awake, first feeling the burning tea then the pain in his arms.

At this moment, if he could choose, he would have not woken up because it was absolute torture.

Everyone wondered if Ye Lang had deliberately woken him up so he could feel the pain.