1169: Heartache

Heartache

The knowledge that his brother had met with trouble prompted the anxious boy to stand up. Forcing himself to calm down, he slowly sat back down.2

Gong Jie walked to his back and saw the image as well. Stunned, he quickly realized that the child inside the picture looked exactly like Yun Tianyou.

"Who is this child?"

"My older brother!" The boy sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"You have a brother, huh?" The man was somewhat surprised to hear that.

He looked toward the monitor once more. In the image, the boy wore an irreverent look as he held his lofty chin high. His haughty demeanor suggested of a kingly birth.

That pair of deep, chilling eyes displayed no trace of trepidation and despondency a child his age should show. Instead, there was a sense of inherent stubbornness!

The other image showed him hooking his lips into an elegant yet contemptuous smile.

It was hardly imaginable how such a young child could endure that much extreme pain, yet the boy's face did not reveal any fear.

…

The man scratched his nose.

Can the young kids nowadays please not be so strong?

Youyou intercepted the IP address of the sender. Logging into the system interface, his ten fingers expertly keyed in a string of complex coding commands and soon pulled out a black screen.

He entered the sender's IP address, only to find out that it led to a false, nonexistent address.

"D*mn… That was cunning!"

Vexed, the boy raucously pushed the keyboard away, stood up violently, and walked to the window; his heart could not be consoled for a long time.

Li Hanlin suddenly walked in after knocking at the door. "Sir, I believe we just found a suspicious address; do you want to send some people over to investigate?"

The boy swirled around suddenly. "Right this instant!"

"Little Youyou, do you want to send my men over as well?" Gong Jie leaned over and whispered into his ear in a low drawl.

The child sipped his lips. "Of course, that is most welcome if you are willing!"

"Don't worry; I'll save your people." The man gave a charmingly wicked smile.

…

Inside the underground warehouse.

Mu Yichen was hanging suspended in the air by his hands, which had turned numb at this point.

His eyes were shut and he seemed to have fainted.

A few men surrounded him. The first in line took the lead by splashing the boy with a pail of cold, salt water.

A sizzling sound was heard.

The boy frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

The salt water dripped from his head to his cheeks and seeped into his wounds, as well as his eyes.

His eyes burned, hot and painful.

He could not use his hand to dislodge the salt water so he could only desperately shake his head.

SMACK!

The man gave him a slap.

"Stop shaking. You got your blood on me now! How dirty!"

The boy's face was slammed to one side.

Right now, he had almost lost all his pain sensations. After the arduous torture he had undergone, his whole body seemed to have gone numb without any bodily sensation.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and shot daggers at the man standing in front of him.

No matter how much they tortured him, he never once gave in to them or shed a drop of tear.

Instead, he gave off a cool and eerie aura that was spine-chilling!

The man grabbed his face fiercely. "Little rascal, what are you looking at?!"

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