Chapter 412 - The Fox Died (1/2)

Han Sheng snatched the whip from the man while he glanced at Han Jian Yu disdainfully, ''You have always only ruined my plans...'' He looked in the direction of the camera, ''All my plans...''

As he said so, his eyes narrowed and a glint flashed across them.

Crack!

The sound of the whip reverberated in the terrace as a cut appeared on Han Jian Yu's dark suit, blood oozed out from his back.

A small frown formed between his brows but he did not make a single sound as he closed his eyes.

''Zixuan, let me go...''

Jun Zixuan held Yu Mei tightly in his arms as he glanced at the scene in front of his eyes quietly, his eyes narrowed a  bit and he looked at the man standing on his left.

The man looked back at him and blinked once.

Jun Zixuan's frown smoothened as he stroked Yu Mei's back.

'Crack!'

'Crack!'

'Crack!'

The consequent sounds of the whip echoed in the place and blood kept seeping out from Han Jian Yu's back, his shoulders had glaring cuts through the dark coloured suit that he was wearing.

Yu Mei could feel a knot forming in her heart as she heard those sounds. Soft sobs escaped her mouth as she weakly placed her face on Jun Zixuan's chest. All her life, there have been times when she felt helpless but she had never once felt this helpless before.

Han Sheng did not stop as he rolled up his sleeves, continuing to flog Han Jian Yu with all his strength. He did not seem to be holding back as the sound of every hit was sharper than before.

Han Jian Yu's dark coloured suit was filled with cuts as the fabric of his clothes were damaged by the whip. And through the cuts, one could see the glarish cuts on his skin, flesh protruding through them.

Han Sheng stopped lashing the man as he panted, trying to catch his breath. He lowered his body before he grabbed Han Jian Yu's jaws, ''You have not changed a bit. You have been just like this since you were a kid. You will die... but without making a sound,'' As he said those words, his eyes seemed crazed and happy, ''And that...makes me want more to kill you.''

As he said so, his fingers dug into his jaws.

Han Jian Yu stared at him with an indifferent expression even as sweat droplets rolled down his face.

Han Sheng let go of his face while he raised his hand, lashing the whip right on Han Jian Yu's shoulder.

Han Jian Yu sucked in a cold breath as the whip hit the back of his neck.