How much has he found out?
She felt uncertain; whether she spoke up or not, there would be no good end for her.
"Look at the wall clock, it is now 3:28 in the afternoon." Gu Shaocheng remained indifferent to her pale complexion: "You have exactly five minutes and forty seconds left. When did my father find out you are not my biological mother? Think carefully before you speak, and don’t bother with any more dramatics in front of ; I just want the truth!"
He Yingteng held her breath, gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, slowly t Gu Shaocheng’s eyes, then quickly averted her gaze, finally fixing it on the wall clock.
Gu Shaocheng pulled out a gun, unloaded all the bullets in front of her, and reloaded it—but only with four. Were those bullets intended for her limbs?
He Yingteng had no idea what to do.
Gu Shaocheng patiently waited, all the way until the clock hands pointed at 3:34.
In the eerily quiet room, He Yingteng’s words never ca; there was only the sound of a gunshot piercing through eardrums, followed imdiately by a woman’s pig-slaughter-like scream. There was no ti prepared for her, not even a countdown warning; He Yingteng cried out in agony, clutching her legs.
Gu Shaocheng, completely unmoved, slowly dry-fired the trigger, waiting for 3:40 to give her another bullet.
The atmosphere was creepily terrifying!
In a completely sealed room without a single window, being with a son of extre terror, the gun in his hand was precisely tid to deliver a bullet into your body, a psychological fear even more terrifying than the physical one.
He really wasn’t joking with her, not the slightest expression of jest on his face.
Facing such a "son," He Yingteng cried and cursed hysterically, using every offensive word possible. She was terrified; a hole had been shot through her thigh, the pain so intense she was on the verge of fainting.
Gu Shaocheng rose to his feet and walked up to her.
He looked down at her from a superior position.
"Are you ready for to cripple your other leg, or will you tell the truth?"
"Gu Shaocheng, you will not die a good death!"
"You’re right; I indeed might not die a good death, but you will definitely live worse than death before that happens. Keep ranting, I’ve all the ti in the world to wear you down."
"It’s now 3:38, and you have two minutes left. If you don’t talk, don’t bla for being heartless. But if you do talk, I’ll get soone to treat your leg right away, guaranteeing it won’t be crippled. It depends on how cooperative you are, make your choice!"
He paused for a mont, then added, "Oh, by the way, let enlighten you about sothing. What happens to soone if all their limbs are crippled and they don’t get tily dical attention? If I guess correctly, the wounds will fester. In this hot sumr, once the wounds get infected, they will attract mosquitoes and insects. Eventually, your limbs will be covered in maggots. Do you know what maggots are? They are small white worms that wriggle. They will nest in your wounds, move throughout your body, slowly consuming your limbs. Rest assured, I said I won’t let you die and I won’t. A doctor will be brought in every day to keep you barely alive, making you face those small white creatures every day. Oh, I hear maggots are high in protein; if you get hungry, you might as well catch a few to snack on."
"Ugh..." Every hair on He Yingteng’s body stood on end.
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