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Chapter 441 Duan Juan tortures Tang Zijian and his wife

At this moment, Tang Zijian was lying on a single bed with empty eyes. The room seemed luxurious, but it was cold.

He could smell the stench of rotting flesh on his body, and the flies flying around the room would occasionally land on his face.

He was so annoyed that he has now become indifferent to it.

Ever since I took Zhou Guoqing to the Golden Triangle, I was ambushed not long after I came back.

His life was saved, but he was paralyzed from the thoracic spine down and could only lie in bed.

Although he seems to be taking care of others wholeheartedly, he actually no longer takes the boss seriously.

The only thing that made Tang Zijian feel a little comfortable was that Duan Juan still listened to him and sent living expenses to Song Lingling who was abroad as scheduled every month.

Now the only one who can keep him alive is Song Lingling.

He took out a photo from under the pillow with difficulty.

In the photo, Song Lingling is wearing a bright dress, standing on the rocks by the sea, facing the sea breeze, and smiling particularly brightly.

Tang Zijian kissed Song Lingling in the photo passionately, but he didn't know that in the room just across the wall, Song Lingling was being tortured madly by Duan Juan.

Duan Juan held the video camera and smiled crazily at a gray-haired woman in the corner, "Sister Ling, please beg me.

As long as you beg me nicely today, I will give you this as a reward."

She was shaking a small transparent plastic bag in her hand, which contained a small amount of white powder.

Song Lingling no longer had the arrogant attitude she had before. Her eyes were hollow and cloudy, her face was sallow, and her hair was dry and tangled.

But when he saw the small plastic bag in Duan Juan's hand, he seemed to come alive and pounced towards her madly.

But she was hugged by a man with a wretched appearance.

The man not only hugged her, but also touched her all over and took advantage of her.

She even used foul language, "Tsk tsk... After all, she is a woman who has been abroad. How many foreigners have moisturized her skin? It feels so smooth to the touch.

Hahahaha...as long as you make me happy today, Sister Juan, the small bag in your hand will be yours."

When the man saw that Song Lingling was still staring at the small plastic bag in Duan Juan's hand, he raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

Song Lingling looked at the man in a daze, letting his hands play around with her body without any reaction.

"Here, San'er, take it."

Duan Juan shouted behind the man and then threw a bottle of medicine to him.

The man took the medicine bottle and laughed even more wildly, "Oh, this is a new product, Sister Duan is really kind.

Come on, eat this and you will be happy and carefree.

Hahaha……"

Song Lingling obviously knew what the man was holding and tried desperately to break free from his restraints.

As a result, the man suddenly opened the bottle cap and stuffed the pill inside into Song Lingling's mouth without any hesitation.

The pill melted in her mouth, and even though Song Lingling tried her best to dig her throat, the pill had already gone completely into her stomach.

The response came quickly.

As much as Song Lingling resisted the man just now, she became more proactive now. It was as if there was a devil living in her body, waiting to break out.

The man was no longer flustered and teased Song Lingling like he was walking a dog.

It was not until Song Lingling behaved herself in a disgraceful manner that he began to torture her madly.

Duan Juan watched the whole process and took pictures of it all, laughing wildly while filming.

After watching it for a while, I felt a little bored, dropped the small plastic bag in my hand and left the room.

She had no idea that after she left, the man didn't give the small plastic bag to Song Lingling.

Instead, he let Song Lingling plead frantically and put the small plastic bag into his pocket, "Bitch, this is worth hundreds of dollars.

Anyway, you were happy just now, so I'll take you away."

Sister Duan left Song Lingling's room, then adjusted her facial expressions and entered Tang Zijian's room next door.

Tang Zijian stared at her, "Where have you been all this time? These people who serve me don't care at all.

I have bedsores and maggots, but those people can't see it.

Fire them all and replace them with new people."

Duan Juan smiled and fanned away the flies flying towards her, then moved closer to the bed and raised her hand to lift the thin quilt covering Tang Zijian.

As the thin blanket was lifted, a few flies flew out from inside.

Tang Zijian, who had been bedridden for a long time, had bedsores all over his body, and many parts of his body were rotten and maggots were crawling.

Anyone who sees it will feel sick.

Duan Juan, however, was very calm. She covered Tang Zijian with a thin blanket and patted his legs affectionately with her hand.

"Brother Tang, you have lost feeling in most of your body. How do you know you have maggots?"

"Damn it, my body is numb but my nose is not deaf, I can smell it and I can see it too.

Do you think this house is still habitable? It smells like a dead person."

Hahaha……

Duan Juan crossed her arms and smiled, her smile was extremely happy, "Brother Tang is good at joking, there is no smell of death at all."

She leaned over and gently smoothed Tang Zijian's hair, which had been stuck together for a long time, "Isn't this manly?"

He touched a piece of Tang Zijian's hair with his fingers, then he took them back and rubbed them with some disgust.

He rubbed against Tang Zijian's thin quilt again.

Tang Zijian yelled, “Do you f*cking hate me too?

I'm telling you, even though I'm lying here, it's still easy for me to kill you, a bitch."

Duan Juan raised her hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, you're the boss, I'll do whatever you say.

I will ask someone to arrange for you to move to another room and get a new group of caregivers."

She said this and prepared to leave.

Tang Zijian stopped him and said, "Let me ask you, where have you been recently? Have you heard from Lingling?"

Duan Juan looked at Tang Zijian with some embarrassment, "Yes, there is, but Sister Ling is in a very miserable situation now."

Tang Zijian yelled madly, "What did you say? Why is she so miserable? Didn't I ask you to give her money every month?"

"Yes, I want to transfer money to Sister Ling every month, but isn't your money all in a Swiss bank?

Since you were injured, all our activities have come to an end and we are now spending more than we earn.

You still complain about the people who serve you. Do you know how hard it is for me to pay them their salaries?

I sold myself out.”

Duan Juan spoke very sincerely.

Tang Zijian didn't believe her, "Bah! Stop beating around the bush and asking me for money.

When you said you had no money before, I gave you all the money I had in the country, which was several million.

How long has it been since it was all spent?

The money I deposited in the Swiss bank is for Lingling's retirement. It has nothing to do with you. I have done my best to be worthy of you."

Tang Juan smiled and walked slowly to Tang Zijian, "Brother Tang, if you think you are worthy of me.

How about this, I'll send you directly to Sister Ling so that you and your wife can be reunited.

Let Sister Ling take care of you and see how miserable you are now."

Tang Zicheng immediately panicked, "No, no, I can't let her see me like this.

Please arrange for a doctor to examine me again and treat me as soon as possible.

Those people who took care of me must be driven away. I don’t want to see them again.”

Duan Juan did not move, but rubbed her thumb, middle finger and index finger towards Tang Zijian, "Brother Tang, a good cook cannot cook without rice.

Without money, it is really difficult to move forward.

We don't have a penny on hand now, and the money in the Swiss bank was left by you for Sister Ling's retirement.

But if your health doesn't recover and I have no money, Sister Ling will be penniless sooner or later and will no longer be able to enjoy a happy life.

And what I said just now was really not a lie to you. I really heard that Sister Ling is having a miserable time abroad now.

I just got a video, please take a look at it first."

She put the video she had brought in with her into the VCR.

Soon, the video flashed with scenes of Song Lingling being madly tortured by someone.

Although there was no sound from inside, Song Lingling looked miserable, with her face swollen from being beaten.

Tang Zijian felt heartbroken when he saw this. He hated his body and hated himself for not being able to protect Song Lingling.

"Turn it off, turn it off quickly." He yelled at Duan Juan.

Duan Juan obediently turned off the video, "Brother Tang, do you believe it now?

If I had money, I could cure your illness and save Sister Ling, and you two would be reunited."