Chapter 55 The First Young Master of Jiangling is only So-so
Besides that, his family was not as powerful as Ma Sanyuan’s Chamber, so how were they supposed to weather Chu Feng’s lightning-fast methods? Trying to counter it would be like trying to split a rock with an egg. Right now, all of Li Ziyang’s psychological defenses had been breached and the only thing he could do was beg for mercy, and pray that Chu Feng would spare him.
Chu Feng hung up the phone with an amused expression and asked, “Do you understand now?”
“Y-Yes, General. It’s all my fault. Please, spare me.” Li Ziyang prostrated himself and kowtowed with a solid thud, scared to even breathe too hard.
In the corner, Yun Tao was still clinging onto a ray of hope, but when he saw his master prostrate himself like this, the ray of hope vanished and he buried his head in his chest like an ostrich, still shaking with an important realisation.
Li Ziyang had lost, so badly that he’d never be able to rise up again. Chu Feng glanced at the kneeling Li Ziyang before commanding, “Crawl here.” Li Ziyang then obeyed like a loyal dog.
“Your tea is excellent, so I will reciprocate your kindness. Have some tea too,” Chu Feng said calmly, holding up the Purple Sand teapot with the ready-made tea inside. Li Ziyang hurriedly held out both his hands as a sign of respect, but Chu Feng did not hand him a cup and he did not dare take one himself. So, he merely held out his hands in hesitation.
With a splash, Chu Feng poured the boiling tea straight onto Li Ziyang’s palms, instantly creating blisters that made Li Ziyang grit his teeth in agony.
“If you make a sound, I’ll kill your whole family. I mean it,” Chu Feng said simply, silencing Li Ziyang’s howl immediately. Out of fear, Li Ziyang had no choice but to continue gritting his teeth without making a sound.
The boiling tea continued to pour onto Li Ziyang’s palms, forming more and more grotesque blisters that gave Yun Tao chills down his spine when he stole a glance at them; this was too cruel!
Meanwhile, Li Ziyang held his breath and grit his teeth, but otherwise remained completely silent. It wasn’t because he was stubborn, but because of Chu Feng’s threat that could lead to his whole family’s death if he yelled out in pain.
Chu Feng remained emotionless and steadily emptied the whole teapot before he finally looked at Li Ziyang and asked, “Do you pity yourself right now? Do you think I am cruel? But if I’d been a mere commoner, I’d have suffered a fate that is a hundred times, maybe even a thousand times worse than yours. Am I wrong?”
Li Ziyang was still quaking with fear; he did in fact plan to torture Chu Feng until death seemed like mercy to him. Otherwise, wouldn’t more people have dared to eye his woman, to disrespect his family? But now, he didn’t dare utter a single word of dissent. “I-I wouldn’t have dared—”
“You wouldn’t? But I would.” Chu Feng squinted at him, then loudly slapped his face to the point of leaving a visible handprint and drawing blood.
“Who gave you the audacity to disrespect my woman?” Smack. “Who gave you the nerve to take my daughter hostage?” Smack. “Who gave you the power to become so lawless, playing with other people’s dignities and lives without considering the consequence?” Smack smack smack.
While administering at least a dozen slaps, Chu Feng reprimanded Li Ziyang with a strong and persuasive tone even as the latter’s face became bloodied and as swollen as a pig’s head. However, Li Ziyang didn’t dare get angry and even prostrated himself once more with a terrified kowtow. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. Please spare me, please have mercy…” Li Ziyang fell to his knees, exhausted and humiliated by all the kowtowing while the blood from his head stained the expensive Italian carpet crimson.
All of a sudden, Chu Feng felt bored. He cleaned the blood from his fingernails, then glanced at the cowering Li Ziyang and left a comment, “The First Young Master of Jiangling, huh? You’re only so-so.”
