Chapter 7- Ruthless to enemies
At the same time.. in the middle of the ocean...
In the middle of an ocean, a private cruise swam on top of the calm crashing waves., "AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
The peacefulness of the night was disturbed by an agonizing scream from the cruise. On the deck of the cruise, a man whose facial features were perfect as if it were carved by god and the devil. While his features were sharply appealing, his aura was equivalent to the devil's ruling. Currently, his deep brown eyes were scanning across the deck, dominantly staring at his servants.
His short soft waves of hair complemented his sharp jawline as the small breezes combed through his hair. His neatly arched eyebrows looked perfectly balanced above his eyes. His lips curved up, revealing a delicious grin that felt sinful to devour.
The term "flawless," was merely an understatement as people's gaze fails to separate itself from his appearance. As if the waves clashing against the cruise were sounds of hell's chain; the attractive young man, Huang Zhi Hei, sat in his chair with his head resting on his palm. Meanwhile, an unsightly scene was taking place in front of his very eyes.
The pierced screams from earlier came from the two men in front of him. These two men were spies who snuck into his company to steal G-classified information. After being found out, both of them were tied by their hands and brought to the cruise. In order to have them confess who sent them to the company, Huang Zhi Hei commanded to torture one in front of the other. His intent was clear as he expected one to be a defective product physically while the other will remain psychologically crushed.
Spy number one was on the left. "Moth*rfuckkkkkkk it hurts argh you bastard! Zhi Hei! Huang Zhi Hei!!! Ahhhh My eyes! My eyes! It burns!!!" He cursed as his eyes were being drowned in slow painful acid that melts his cornea and nerves into meat sauce. His fist tightened to the point his fingernails dug into his palms, dying it red. Sweat stains quickly spread across his body and drenched his shirt.
The second spy's mouth was covered by white cloth, preventing him from making any sounds as he listened to his partner's thrilling screams. His mentality was so vulnerable that he lowered his head trembling; hoping this would end soon. His eyes reddened in fear as he took a few glances at the ruthless handsome figure in front of him.
He muffled as if he wanted to speak up, but was warned by his partner in crime. "Shut the f*ck up! Even if you say anything, you won't end up alive. Don't you dare speak!! I'll kill you before I die if you do, you bastard!"
Right after the first spy finished his sentence, a heavy stomp landed on his chest making him spat out few mouthfuls of blood. The metal iron stench of blood filled the deck, sending chills down the second spy's bones. The man next to him whimpered in pain as his face drained of colors leaving him as pale as a blank sheet of paper.
Huang Zhi Hei opened his mouth and said "Speak or torturous death. Choose." As if his words were commands, his assistant pressed a button and the floor of the deck opened up. In the matter seconds, a long table surfaced. On the surface of it, various extinct prisoner torturing tools were spread out. With a cold smirk, the assistant, Shen Qi slowly approached the two spies and whispered, "You only have one.... chance..."