Chapter 314 - 7.4 Angel Of Death
As soon as the fight ended — Lu Yizhou didn’t even know how it happened. He just... snapped and all of a sudden, Shea The Hulk was already flat on the ground? — Lu Yizhou was ushered, no he was dragged with his hands cuffed behind his back and a fucking collar around his neck through a bright and carpeted hallway.
He was breathing hard through his mouth, trying to be as still as possible so as to not jostle the wounds on his body but it was proven to be harder than he expected when the man who was holding onto the end of his leash tugged impatiently again and again. "Faster, you dimwit! Why are you so fucking slow?!"
A growl rose from Lu Yizhou’s chest. His body was in shambles and his head throbbed persistently as if someone was smashing it with a hammer again and again. His patience was barely hanging on a thin line and this greasy-faced pig didn’t help either. Lu Yizhou’s voice was rattling, so coarse like sand grinding against paper. "If you cherish your life, I’d advise you not to push your luck, asshole."
The greasy-faced pig turned to him incredulously. "What did you just say?" He tried to look angry but whatever he saw in Lu Yizhou’s face drained the colors from his face. He turned away with a harrumph. "You...! You’re lucky that a VVIP customer is interested in you otherwise you will be dead sooner or later because of your arrogance!"
He said what...? Lu Yizhou slowly, slowly took a deep breath even as veins were bulging out of his forehead when the asshole pig started to drag him again. This time, faster as if he knew how much it was torturing Lu Yizhou.
Great, Lu Yizhou thought mirthlessly. He was going to get sold.
[666: Host...]
[Shut up.] Lu Yizhou grimaced and closed his eyes.
He knew that he should have taken advantage of this brief respite to digest the plot but everytime 666 spoke, Lu Yizhou felt the nausea intensified like he was actually going to puke his brain out. The base of his skull pounded like an entire fucking marching band was parading there. He had to swallow back against the bile that rose on his throat. Must be the side effects of the concussion, damn it!
Lu Yizhou tuned out his surroundings and focused on his own breathing. Exhale, inhale, willing his feet to move one step after another. He lost track of time until the asshole pig suddenly stopped in front of a large mahogany door, straightened his suit and knocked gently.
"Come in," a male voice sounded.