Romantic Medical Immortal

"That’s why Cao Zhihao never considered you a brother. You got sold out and still help count the money for him. With such a smooth brain, I don’t even know how you grew up like this. If I had such a stupid son, I wouldn’t let you leave the house. Otherwise, no matter how big the family business is, it would all be swindled away sooner or later."

Yang Cheng voiced his disdain, full of contempt.

"Stop cursing! Am I really as bad as you say?"

Gao Peng’s face flushed with anger, and if he wasn’t worried about being discovered, he would’ve shouted.

"What do you think?"

Yang Cheng cast a sidelong glance at him, then pulled Gao Peng towards the basement.

"I’m not going! Let me go!"

Gao Peng immediately struggled, tightly gripping the entrance to the basement.

"You were just saying you wanted to take on Cao Zhihao, and now you’ve chickened out?"

"This is the most secretive place in the clubhouse. There’s bound to be a huge secret hidden inside. If we don’t go in, how can we get evidence against the Cao Family?"

Feeling helpless towards Gao Peng, the coward, Yang Cheng understood why Cao Zhihao targeted him. The guy was brainless and timid; dealing with him couldn’t be easier.

"The people earlier clearly weren’t good folks. If we’re discovered, we might be killed to silence us."

Terrified, Gao Peng shivered, his legs nearly giving way.

"I’ll protect you, hurry up and follow me, or I’ll shout and attract them over."

Yang Cheng knew persuasion wouldn’t work, so he resorted to threats.

This finally forced Gao Peng to comply and follow Yang Cheng quietly towards the basement.

The further they went, the brighter and more spacious it became. Gao Peng surveyed the surroundings in disbelief.

He’d visited Jile Clubhouse numerous times, yet never knew about this underground palace. Though not large, it was decorated elegantly.

The basement was surrounded by tables and chairs, a spacious bed, and the center held several peculiar racks.

Yang Cheng and Gao Peng couldn’t guess their purpose when suddenly, the manager gestured and had three women dragged over, tying their hands at the top of the racks, while a circular ring clasped their waists, and their legs were lifted onto the rack’s sides, forming an M shape.

Seeing this, Gao Peng’s eyes lit up in excitement, nearly drooling.

The two middle-aged men brought by the manager also ogled the three women with lecherous gazes.

Already dressed skimpily, the women were forced into seductive poses, barely concealing their bodies.

"Mmmm..."

The three were petrified, having initially planned to leave with money but tricked into gathering their belongings only to be tied up.

"Tear off the tape on their mouths, I want to hear their voices."

The middle-aged man stroked his chin, impatient.

The manager gestured, and his men ripped the tape from the women’s mouths.

They were sobbing earlier, but with the tape removed, they fell silent, fearing they might be chosen by the perverts.

The manager, aware of their intentions, pulled out two red whips and handed them to the middle-aged men.

"Gentlemen, try them out first. You can enjoy yourselves tonight."

The manager grinned.

The two men, satisfied, stepped forward and raised the whips, striking the women fiercely.

"Ah!"

"Mmmm... don’t hit me... please!"

"It hurts... let us go."

Upon hearing the women’s cries, none of them showed any remorse, only excitement and pleasure.

"Little slut, moaning so lasciviously, I’ve got a reaction!"

"Old Sun, no rush, we can play slowly tonight. If it ends too quickly, it would be a waste of the money."

The two men laughed, raising their whips to strike again.

Unable to stand idly by, Yang Cheng dashed forward and shouted, "Stop!"

The manager saw Yang Cheng, his expression shifting, and said darkly, "Sir, this isn’t a place you should be. I advise you to leave and pretend you saw nothing today."

"If I’m not mistaken, those three women were supposed to be my reward for being the biggest winner. Why have you captured them again?"

Yang Cheng pointed at the bound women, his eyes filled with anger.

The three women recognized Yang Cheng, their eyes lighting up with hope.

"Since you don’t need them, how we deal with them is the club’s business, none of your concern. Leave quickly, or we won’t be polite."

The manager’s expression was grim, voice full of threats.

Yang Cheng glanced around. This place was so lavishly decorated, yet unknown to many women who perished here. Despite its cleanliness, the racks bore traces of blood.

The manager’s sinister expression showed he had blood on his hands, and tonight Yang Cheng planned to create chaos here, starting with him.

"Sir, please save us, they’re maniacs who will beat us to death!"

"Mmm... save us... we don’t want to die!"

The three women weeped, fearing Yang Cheng might leave, extinguishing their last hope.

These girls seemed young, and seeing their tear-streaked faces and scars stirred sympathy in Yang Cheng, who softly said, "Don’t be afraid, I will rescue you."

Upon hearing this, the three were filled with joy, their cries halting.

"Kid, you’re tired of living. I don’t care who you are, but on Jile Clubhouse’s territory, even if you’re the son of Zhonghai City’s boss, you must follow our rules!"

The manager spat venom, his men encircling Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng sneered coldly, his eyes full of disdain. "Bullshit rules, a bunch of sewer rats even dare talk rules with me."

"Damn it! Everyone, attack together, kill this punk!"

The manager shouted.

He dared to order an attack on Yang Cheng, having some understanding of his status. Everyone wore masks, yet they varied slightly; distinguished people had subtle marks on theirs.

Staff here were trained to observe these marks, but clearly, Yang Cheng wasn’t among the upper echelons.

The mob of men swarmed at Yang Cheng like flies, followed quickly by screams of pain.

Yang Cheng attacked with ferocity, dislocating arms before delivering flying kicks that sent them sprawling.

They were all scumbags, and the fact that he didn’t kill them was merciful enough.