Chapter 303: Run!
Xu Yafei stumbled back in fear as Hong Wu strode forward and jerked her up from the ground. "You bitch! You're coming with me!"
Xu Yafei struggled to free herself from his grasp and sneered, "What? The great Mr. Hong has to flee for his life too?"
She had already heard the commotion downstairs. Learning that Zhao Dong was still alive filled her with elation, reigniting her will to live. In the past, she had been a timid woman, nothing more than Hong Wu's caged canary. But this time, she was resolved to defy him!
"You filthy whore!" Enraged, Hong Wu slapped her hard across the face. "Get up! You think I'll let you stay here and wait for Zhao Dong? Dream on!" His face twisted in fury. "I'm telling you, you're my woman in life and my ghost in death! You will never escape my grasp as long as you live!"
"Oh, really?" Blood trickled from the corner of Xu Yafei's mouth, her eyes burning with hatred. "So, you plan to keep rubbing that useless thing of yours on me for the rest of your life? Hong Wu, besides that tough mouth, is there anything else on you that's actually hard?"
"Weren't you always wondering if I was sleeping with Zhao Dong?" A look of pure bliss spread across her face. "Well, I'll tell you today: we are. We absolutely are."
"Zhao Dong is incredible. His stamina is amazing, and he showed me the true pleasure of being a woman! But you... you're nothing but a useless, perverted waste! What can you do besides lock me up? You're a coward. You're not even a man! If anyone on the outside knew that the famous Lord Hong couldn't even get it up, can you imagine how they would laugh at you? HAHAHA..." Xu Yafei let out a manic laugh.
"You're fucking asking to die!" At that moment, every last shred of Hong Wu's pride was shattered. He lunged at Xu Yafei like a madman, his fists raining down in a torrential storm until she was beaten within an inch of her life.
One of his subordinates rushed in. "Lord Hong, we have to go! The boat at the pier is ready! We'll escape by water!"
Hong Wu narrowed his eyes, finally releasing his grip on Xu Yafei. "Oh, so you want a sweet reunion with Zhao Dong, is that it?" he said sinisterly. "Fine. I'll let him enjoy your corpse!"
With that, his eyes turned glacial. He stepped outside for a moment and returned with a small bottle of liquid.
Xu Yafei's pupils constricted. "Hong Wu, what are you doing?"
With a sinister smile, Hong Wu said, "Xu Yafei, you whore, it's time for you to die. Rest assured, I'll make you die without a shred of dignity, in absolute agony."
Hong Wu twisted the cap off the bottle and forced the liquid down her throat. Xu Yafei screamed, tears of agony streaming down her face.
"Let's go!" Hong Wu abandoned the dying Xu Yafei, striding away with his men. Just as he had said—in life and in death, she was his.
Downstairs, a black Maybach, escorted by a dozen large vans, began to drive away from the mansion. Yet, even now, Hong Wu couldn't shake a deep sense of foreboding.
Once inside the car, Hong Wu took a deep breath, lit a cigar, and picked up a glass of champagne. "Drive!" he ordered. "Let's move!"
"Yes, Lord Hong!"
As the convoy slowly pulled away, Hong Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief, a cold glint appearing in his eyes. Zhao Dong… I never thought I would fall at your hands. The day I return will be your last.
Cigar smoke filled the car. Hong Wu closed his eyes, silently savoring the moment.
Just then, the car screeched to a halt. The driver cried out in alarm, "Lord Hong... I think there's someone up ahead!"