"Young Master Yang, it will happen, and we will make him experience the ten greatest tortures of the Qing dynasty."
A Bao nodded and said.
He naturally knew what kind of humiliation the young master of the Yang Family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, had suffered; he had been estranged from women for life.
"Once we deal with that kid, Ruan Xinxue, that bitch, must die too. If I can't have her, then I'll destroy her!"
Yang Buqun's face was full of resentment and venom, he said coldly.
While Yang Buqun and A Bao were discussing how to torture Qin Yang, the door of the luxurious hospital room was gently pushed open.
"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."
A faint, icy voice reached the ears of both men.
"Who are you?"
Yang Buqun's expression changed, staring at the figure at the door of the ward, he asked.
At the ward entrance was a figure dressed in a black suit.
