At 8:30 PM, Xiao Feng, wearing Du Feixiang's face, appeared outside a hotel.
Getting out of the car, he mimicked Du Feixiang's walking style and entered the hotel.
Earlier, when Gu Wanrong ntioned wanting to "et up" during that phone call, he certainly did not agree right away.
Following that, Gu Wanrong's response was pretty much what he expected.
Soft didn't work, so Gu Wanrong opted for hard tactics.
She directly revealed that she had already taken photos and videos, threatening to release them if he didn't et her.
So, Xiao Feng "reluctantly" agreed.
Reaching the third floor, he found the room they had agreed upon.
Xiao Feng stopped and lightly knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
After a mont, the door opened, revealing a captivating face inside.
Xiao Feng had seen this face on surveillance footage during the day, but seeing it in person was a different feeling.
The person was more alluring than in the video, and the fragrance emanating from her seed to have an enchanting effect.
Walking into the room, Xiao Feng imdiately saw a few items on the bed.
A whip, leather clothes, long boots, shackles, a gag, and other miscellaneous items.
"Would you like to experience my queenly thrashing?" Gu Wanrong rested her chin on Xiao Feng's right shoulder, gently blowing into his ear.
Xiao Feng frowned, shifting his gaze from the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Didn't you have sothing to say?"
"No rush, let's play a little ga before we get to business." Gu Wanrong smiled, clenched her right hand into a fist, moved it in front of Xiao Feng, and then opened her fingers.
"Clink!"
A pocket watch dangled in the air.
Gu Wanrong squinted, took a step forward, and said as if in a dream: "Keep your eyes on it... okay?"
Xiao Feng remained expressionless, the fragrance more prominent at his nose, his mind montarily confused.
He imdiately realized sothing was wrong with the perfu she was wearing and held his breath, trying to inhale as little as possible.
"Answer , keep your eyes on it... okay?" Gu Wanrong asked again.
"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded, cooperating to see what she intended to do.
Judging by her actions, she was clearly attempting hypnosis, but her thods were much cruder, at least when compared to Jia Luo and Hou Shuapeng's sophisticated techniques.
When Jia Luo and Hou Shuapeng used hypnosis in the afternoon, Xiao Feng had observed from outside the room. It relied purely on language, first guiding the subject's state before using small props.
In contrast, Gu Wanrong used drugs, specifically the scent of her perfu, to achieve her goal.
After a while, Gu Wanrong slowly spoke: "Tell your current feeling."
"Sleepy," Xiao Feng responded.
He wasn't sure if this was the right response, but he often saw it done in movies.
"If you're sleepy, then relax more," Gu Wanrong lightly suggested. "Do you still rember who I am?"
This question triggered Xiao Feng's instinctive reaction to draw his knife.
But he suppressed his frustration and fixedly replied, "Master."
Gu Wanrong's lips curled into a smile as she put away the pocket watch and said, "Since you still acknowledge as your master, I now order you to kill Du Qingyun as soon as you return!
Kill him, and you'll be in charge of the Du Family!
Kill him, so no one will be in our way!
Can you do it?"
Xiao Feng's pupils suddenly contracted; this statent showed that the other person seed to be in a hurry.
After a brief silence, he answered, "No."
"Hmm?" Gu Wanrong frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.
But recalling that he had undergone "anti-brainwashing therapy" today, she added, "You won't even listen to your master's orders?"
"Like hell I will!"
Xiao Feng cursed angrily, his previously dazed eyes suddenly clearing, and then threw a punch at the prominent chest in front of him.
"Bang!"
Gu Wanrong staggered back several steps, her back hitting the wall, her eyes filled with disbelief and a strong sense of confusion.
"You're not Du Feixiang, are you?"
Gu Wanrong questioned while moving cautiously toward the room's door, full of vigilance.
Judging from the strength of the punch, even an ordinary martial artist didn't have such power.
Du Feixiang was nearing fifty, and no matter how much he focused on exercise, he couldn't have developed such strength.
So Gu Wanrong imdiately suspected that the person before her wasn't Du Feixiang.
Xiao Feng wasn't interested in pointless conversation. He took a quick step forward, forcing her into a corner, fists and feet alternating in a wild assault.
Gu Wanrong's eyes blazed with fury, but under the circumstances, she could only keep defending. However, she still occasionally got punched or kicked, looking extrely miserable.
Five minutes later, Gu Wanrong's face was bruised and swollen, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth; her attractive appearance was gone.
However, Xiao Feng didn't relent, showing no rcy for her supposed charms.
"Please, stop hitting!" Gu Wanrong pleaded in utter frustration.
She had already decided that if her attacker paused for even a second, she would draw her weapon in an attempt to escape, even if she couldn't kill him.
Unfortunately, her calculation was good, but it was aid at the wrong target.
As he continued to land blows, Xiao Feng laughed, saying, "I'll show you what true endurance is!"
And so, another five minutes passed...
Gu Wanrong's defenses weakened, her once-fair face now showing no signs of unhard skin, her entire body curled in the corner, showing she was entirely on the defensive.
During those five minutes, she repeatedly begged for rcy, played the victim, acted cute—she tried everything, but it was like winking at a blind person; no amount of eye-fluttering could achieve anything.
Xiao Feng, still unconvinced, kept up the assault for another two minutes. Finally satisfied that she was indeed powerless to resist, he stopped his attack.
"Are you going to talk, or do I need to use thods to make you?"
Gu Wanrong's eyes looked a bit out of focus, and she instinctively asked, "Talk... about what?"
"Start with the basics—your background and objectives."
"I-I'm from the Devil's Concentration Camp, and the goal... is to control Du Feixiang. Through him, to control the entire Du Family."
"And then?"
"Then, to take on Yanhuang."
Xiao Feng chuckled dryly, "Do you take for a fool?"
"I-I'm telling the truth!"
"If it's true, wouldn't it be better to act silently and just target Du Feixiang alone?"
"I..." Gu Wanrong was either at a loss for words or too injured to continue.
Xiao Feng turned his gaze to the whip on the bed and laughed, "If you're not going to tell the truth, then I'll beat the truth out of you."
With that, he got up and walked toward the bed.
Seeing Xiao Feng's back turned, Gu Wanrong's eyes flashed with determination. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and pulled out a flying knife from her waist, hurling it with all her strength toward Xiao Feng's back.
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