The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Ten minutes later.

"You... like this... will be... killed by me..."

Even though he was beaten miserably, Master Kong still wore a sinister face, issuing threats.

"Pah!" Jin Kui spat thick phlegm on Master Kong’s back, pressing a foot on his cheek: "You old bastard, torture me if you dare!"

"Don’t... get ahead of yourself!"

Master Kong gritted his teeth, glared with bloodshot eyes, and yelled: "Yingzi! Where are you!"

After a shout of spiteful anger, the scene fell into silence.

Qin Hao and the other two watched Master Kong quietly.

Master Kong sensed something was amiss.

Today was extremely strange.

After so long, Yingzi shouldn’t have failed to notice him!

"Yingzi, what on earth are you up to!"

Master Kong looked up at the ceiling, voicing his frustrated query.

However, nothing happened.

The cell remained silent.

Only the mockery on the faces of the Jin Family Siblings was evident.

"What have you done to Yingzi!" Master Kong scanned the three incredulously, his heart full of terror.

Yingzi was the Artifact Spirit of this world, the true ruler.

But now, silent and unseen, could it be...

"Old man, your shamelessness and stupidity even Yingzi couldn’t bear."

Just as Jin Kui spoke, Master Kong angrily interrupted: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Jin Kui sneered coldly: "Old ghost, don’t you get it yet? You’ve already been betrayed by Yingzi!"

"Impossible!"

Master Kong screamed in disbelief.

But soon, he slowly accepted the possibility.

Because, this group indeed had no ability to control Yingzi.

That girl still hadn’t come out.

No doubt, she was deliberately hiding!

"Yingzi! What are you doing! I’m your master!"

Master Kong twisted his body angrily, trying to get up, but was pinned down by Jin Ni’Er’s boots.

"Damn! This old man still has energy to move, sister, let’s beat him up again!"

Jin Kui rolled up his sleeves, swinging his fists toward Master Kong first.

Seeing this, Jin Ni’Er didn’t hold back, continuously kicking Master Kong.

Poor Master Kong, after enduring another brutal beating, was left utterly exhausted, his white hair tangled with tears and blood on his face, eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"Boss, he seems to be out of strength."

At this point, Jin Kui stood up, looking at Qin Hao.

"Hmm."

From start to finish, Qin Hao hadn’t said a word, until now, stepping in front of Master Kong, looking down.

"You..."

Master Kong used all his strength to look up, seeing Qin Hao’s calm face.

"Old man. Actually, the thing I dislike the most is proactively causing trouble."

With a sigh, Qin Hao spoke: "Do you understand? This matter, you brought it on yourself."

"I..."

Suddenly, Master Kong felt an inexplicable fear.

He vaguely sensed that beneath Qin Hao’s calm surface, lay a heart full of extreme fury.

"I’m sorry to you... Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, okay..."

For the first time in life, Master Kong capitulated, choosing to apologize to Qin Hao.

He thought he had gone all out, even disregarding his pride.

Surely Qin Hao would forgive him?

But alas.

Qin Hao glancing sideways, his face was full of blatant disdain: "If apologies were enough, why would we need police and Xing Hall!"

In the next moment, he casually picked up a branding iron from the ground.

After all this time, the branding iron was still scorching hot, smoking, steaming.

"What are you going to do! Do you realize the seriousness of this matter!"

Master Kong nearly shattered his soul with fear, screaming hoarsely: "I’m an Elder! An upper echelon of Huashan Sect! You’re just a disciple daring to torture me! Are you seeking death!"

"Heh." Faced with Master Kong’s intimidation, Qin Hao laughed derisively, picking up the branding iron, pressing it fiercely on Master Kong’s forehead.

"Ah!"

As the scorching iron burned on the skin, smoke rose, Master Kong’s face twisted continuously.

He grabbed the iron with both hands, disregarding the heat, attempting to move it away.

But the brand was stuck tight to his flesh, inseparable!

"Want it off? Let me help you!"

Qin Hao laughed coldly, pulling hard on the handle.

Rip!

Large chunks of flesh tore free, Master Kong screamed in agony, then fainted!

Clang!

Qin Hao dropped the branding iron on the ground, coldly gazing at Master Kong.

At this moment, affected by the branding iron, Master Kong’s forehead was a mass of bloody flesh, but vaguely visible, there was a "罪" character, a mark left by the iron.

"Sin? Offending you old-fashioned folk is a crime?"

Still furious, Qin Hao kicked Old Man Kong once more: "You think you’re something, daring to judge me!"

Unfortunately, by now Master Kong was unconscious, unresponsive to the attack.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

Master Kong unconscious, Jin Kui instead calmed down.

Jin Ni’Er also looked slightly worried: "He is, after all, a teacher... Torturing him like this, will we pay with our lives?"

"No fear, let’s take it one step at a time."

Qin Hao comforted, "Besides, saying we’re torturing him, no one on the outside knows, this happened internally, only Yingzi knows."

Just then.

With a whoosh.

The air distorted, and then a figure fell out from the warped space, standing elegantly, none other than Yingzi, transformed into Ji Yue’Er.

With beautiful eyes filled with a trace of pity, she looked at Master Kong on the ground, silent.

"Yingzi, don’t feel guilty, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Qin Hao attempted to comfort.

But Yingzi replied: "I’m not distressed for him, just for that branding iron."

"..."

All three felt utterly awkward.

Yet Yingzi laughed, "Old Man Kong was never good to me, always commanding me around, even preventing me from getting fresh air. Hmph, you helping me deal with him is serving justice!"

"Yingzi, as long as you’re not upset."

Qin Hao was overjoyed, patting Yingzi’s head, asking: "Hey Yingzi, can you keep this old man locked up here for a long time?"

"Certainly. But how long is long?" Yingzi asked with sparkling eyes.

"A lifetime."

Qin Hao replied concisely, his smile carrying a hint of chill.

Yingzi wanted to say something, but seeing Qin Hao’s demeanor, could only stick out her tongue and say: "That’s possible, at worst I won’t see him in the future, letting Old Man Kong scream here as he pleases."

"Yingzi, now that Old Man Kong is finished, can you sign a contract with me?"

Having dealt with the trivial matters, the main issue arrived, Qin Hao’s expression turned very serious.

The foolishness of Master Kong was that he hadn’t signed a blood contract with Yingzi.

The reason, Yingzi said, was Teacher Kong’s arrogance, thinking Yingzi unworthy of his lineage.

"Of course." Yingzi was straightforward, biting her finger, extending it, a drop of blood clinging to her white finger.