Slap! Slap! Slap!
Shen Cong's lackeys immediately dragged Zhao Lan and Shen Hao out of the room and began to slap them with all their might. Drops of blood and bits of torn skin flew across the air.
The people were terrified by what they saw.
If Shen Cong could be so merciless toward his wife and son, what would he do to his subordinates?
Even so, Shen Cong's heart ached when he saw his wife and son being treated like that.
However, he had no choice. He had to let his wife and son suffer so that he could show his loyalty to Chu Feng and save all their lives.
Zhao Lan and Shen Hao brought this onto themselves, and they deserved the punishment.
Shen Cong took a deep breath to calm himself down. Then, he scanned his surroundings and discovered he was in a cramped room with bare furnishings. There was even a faint stench of mold in the air.
His expression immediately sank again. "Who arranged this room for Mr. Chu?" he asked coldly.
Zhou Rong, the room manager, was standing in the crowd. Color drained from her face when she heard the question, and she was about to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Chu, it's all my fault. I didn't recognize you…"
Slap!
Shen Cong immediately slapped her and roared, "If you judge people by their appearances, what use do you have for your eyes? Gouge her eyes out and throw her deep into the mountains!"
Zhou Rong fell to her knees and began to wail. "No, please, Mr. Chu, I beg you. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry. Please let me go…"
She remembered what she had said to Chu Feng. "I'll take responsibility for every word I said."
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