Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 563: Chapter 563 Carelessness

Seeing that the ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts, it seemed that David’s mind was in turmoil; he must be extremely depressed and troubled to smoke so much.

Xu Xiangbei smiled and patted David’s shoulder, helping him relax: "David, you smoked so much. I remember you don’t usually smoke."

David sighed lightly and showed the video on his phone to Xu Xiangbei, saying helplessly, "I don’t know what to do, I can only do as they ask."

After watching the video and realizing these guys were serious, willing to kill for profit, Xu Xiangbei frowned slightly: "Who do you think did it?"

David replied directly: "It’s likely Young Master Du. That night at Feida KTV, he threatened me with my parents’ photos, forcing me to play a fake match."

"When is the match?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Looking at the text message on David’s phone and the incoming number, Xu Xiangbei thought of something: "They sent you messages using your mom’s phone?"

"Yeah."

"That means your mom’s phone is with them, which makes it easier. David, wait for my news at home, I’m going out with Daquan."

David couldn’t stay home: "Take me with you. I don’t want to be alone at home."

Lu Daquan shrugged at Xu Xiangbei, who reluctantly agreed: "Okay, you can come, but don’t interfere. You’re too emotional and it will affect us."

At Feida KTV, Young Master Du, drunk, stumbled to the restroom, his mind frequently recalling the seductive dance of the pole dancer, especially her long, beautiful legs.

A waiter stood by the restroom door, respectfully handing him a tissue.

Young Master Du took the tissue with satisfaction, wiped the stains off his hands, thinking KTV service had upgraded today, providing hand tissues.

As Young Master Du tossed the tissue into the trash, the waiter blocked him.

Young Master Du sneered, grabbing the waiter’s collar, shouting angrily: "Kid, what do you want? A tip? For just giving me a tissue, you want a tip? Looking for trouble?"

The waiter didn’t resist, but lifted his head. He wore a large mask, covering his whole face, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with mockery.

Seeing the waiter’s eyes, Young Master Du suddenly lost confidence. These eyes looked familiar, especially the mocking gaze felt eerily familiar.

He stared at the waiter’s eyes, suddenly realizing the waiter’s true identity. A chill ran up his spine, making him shiver uncontrollably.

The alcohol sobered him instantly, and he quickly released his grip, but it was too late.

The waiter’s hand drew a beautiful arc mid-air, striking Young Master Du’s neck. Without a sound, Young Master Du fell straight down.

The waiter removed the mask; it was none other than Xu Xiangbei.

He and Lu Daquan quickly changed Young Master Du into ordinary clothes, hiding his expensive suit in the ceiling, where it wouldn’t be easily seen.

They carried Young Master Du out of Feida KTV, one on each side.

They chatted as they walked: "This guy sleeps like a pig. Alcohol, take in moderation. Can’t drink yet insists on drinking so much. Now he’s drunk. We’ll take you back to rest."

Young Master Du’s cronies were drinking and playing dice at the table. Seeing a waiter carry out a disheveled drunk, with dim KTV lights, they couldn’t see the drunk’s face clearly and didn’t pay attention.

Xu Xiangbei and Lu Daquan put Young Master Du into the van, drove off without a trace, and no one noticed.

When Young Master Du awoke, he found himself in a closed room; the surroundings were eerie and dark, with a cold dampness.

It felt more like a cell than a room; iron frames were welded on the walls, and he was chained to the wall with thick iron chains.

In front of him lay an iron frame, orderly arranged with sharp knives, hair-covered saws, bone-crushing hammers, gleaming with cold light, covered in blood, which had tasted countless lives.

Young Master Du felt a chill run down his spine, too frightened to stand steadily, his calves constantly trembling; he had seen this scene in the movie "Human Skin Inn," but now he wasn’t the audience, he was the victim.

He let out a hysterical scream: "Help! Help!"

Xu Xiangbei walked in humming a tune, saying nothing as he looked at Young Master Du. The more silent Xu Xiangbei was, the more frightened Young Master Du felt.

Snot and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded: "Dr. Xu, we have no grudges, why are you doing this?"

Xu Xiangbei finally spoke, his tone cold, decisive: "Did you kidnap David’s mom?"

Young Master Du shivered as he replied: "It wasn’t me. I was just trying to scare him, not seriously thinking of kidnapping his parents. I only used intimidation tactics."

Xu Xiangbei laughed, staring into Young Master Du’s eyes: "Really not you? If not you, then who was it?"

Young Master Du’s eyes drifted: "Really not me, I know nothing."

Seeing Young Master Du lying, Xu Xiangbei sneered: "If you don’t cooperate, don’t blame me for being harsh."

Xu Xiangbei picked up a sharp thin knife from the iron frame, resembling a fish tail, shaking it lightly, making a swishing sound.

Xu Xiangbei sneered: "Do you know what this knife is called? It’s a flaying knife. In ancient times, it was used to cut flesh piece by piece, ensuring a thousand cuts before death. The blade is so thin because a person must endure a thousand cuts without dying. If merely a hundred cuts led to death, it would not be a thousand-cut execution."

Xu Xiangbei picked up the pointed hammer next, sneering: "Do you know which part of the body this sharp hammer is used on? Guess, and there’ll be a prize."

No need for further action, Young Master Du was already terrified, a foul smell emanating from his body; he had peed himself.

He wailed like a slaughtered pig: "Oh my God, it’s so terrifying. Please spare me, I really didn’t kidnap anyone. I don’t know who did it either; they contacted me online, forcing me to threaten others. But when it came to action, someone else was involved. I don’t know; I’m just a low-level guy."

"How did you contact online? Via email or some chatting software? Tell me truthfully."

Young Master Du wailed continuously while revealing everything he knew. He was merely a small fry who threatened others, but the real perpetrators who carried out kidnappings were elsewhere.

"Isn’t your dad rich? Why did you help those bastards?"

Young Master Du cried sorrowfully: "I didn’t want to either; they forced me."