Of course, the main issue was that what Rong Yu had stuffed into his mouth to silence him was a rag used by the cleaning staff to wipe the toilets.
The disgusting smell from the rag assaulted his nasal passages and throat, churning his stomach. Combined with the intense psychological revulsion, he wished he could just pass out on the spot.
Unfortunately, the crushing pain in his hand made it impossible to dismiss the situation as a mere nightmare.
Beep! A mechanical sound, all too familiar to the skinny man, rang out.
His mind already dizzy from the pain, the skinny man jolted awake with a shudder upon hearing it.
The moment he realized what that sound meant, his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.
No, please, no!
The skinny man fearfully raised his eyes and struggled to turn his head, meeting Rong Yu's exquisitely handsome face—a face that, to them, was like that of a demon who had crawled up from hell.
Blocking half of Rong Yu's face was a black camera, its lens a dark circle pointed directly at the skinny man's face.
Despair filled the skinny man's eyes.
He clearly remembered that this "beep" was the sound his camera made when it started recording.
Such a short sound, yet to him, it was as terrifying as a death warrant.
"Since you all love playing this game so much, let's begin~" Rong Yu spoke, but the voice wasn't his own. Instead, he deliberately pitched his voice, producing a soft, loli-like tone.
Realizing what Rong Yu intended to do, not just the skinny man, but all the other young masters wore expressions of terror and dread.
In truth, when it came to caring about reputation, these young masters were even more concerned than the victimized entertainers.
If an entertainer lost their reputation, they ruined their own career prospects. But if these young masters and rich heirs lost face, their entire families would suffer the consequences. Their family's corporate stocks would likely fluctuate, and the losses would be far greater.
For those who had siblings, or whose fathers had poor character and kept mistresses or raised illegitimate children outside, they might even face the fate of being discarded and abandoned by their fathers.
"I hope you all enjoy yourselves~" Rong Yu used his free hand to grab Chang Yue, who was gasping and spitting water by the toilet, and threw him harshly onto the skinny man.
Rong Yu didn't actually plan to record a video. After all, these guys were all immobilized now, recording wouldn't capture much. He had pressed that button just to scare them.
What Rong Yu really intended to do was stage photos.
Rong Yu roughly tore Chang Yue's clothes, threw him face-down onto the floor, then proceeded to tear the others' clothes as well, piling them one on top of another over Chang Yue.
After completing this, Rong Yu picked up the camera again and started photographing the scene from various angles.
After finishing that set, Rong Yu threw Chang Yue onto the vanity counter, forcing him to sit with his legs spread apart. He then pressed the others down onto Chang Yue, one after another, making sure each young master had at least two "couple photos" with Chang Yue before finally dragging him down from the vanity.
Chang Yue's mouth had long been stuffed again, this time the rag pushed even deeper. He couldn't even retch it out. He could only watch with utter despair as Rong Yu freely manipulated his body into various unspeakable poses and arranged him with the others in different compositions.
If not for the rag being stuffed so tightly, Chang Yue would have bitten off his tongue right then and there to end it all.
"Really now, don't look so utterly hopeless~ I haven't even done anything to you, it's just staged photos~" Rong Yu's eyes darkened slightly. "You're the ones who did truly terrible things to those innocent victims, weren't you? So? Didn't you all enjoy that feeling? You should be obediently putting on expressions of enjoyment now~"
Seeing them with their eyes tightly shut, pretending to be dead, Rong Yu's smile faded. "I said, show me expressions of enjoyment. Are your ears deaf?"
As he spoke, Rong Yu grabbed Chang Yue's ear, his voice cold and deliberate: "Do you know, in the last toilet stall, there's a thin iron rod used for unclogging sinks. If I were to take it out, and push it through one of your ears until it comes out the other..."
Chang Yue trembled uncontrollably at the words, shaking his head repeatedly. A foul, fishy smell suddenly spread from beneath him.
He had been so terrified that he wet himself.
"Hah, coward." Rong Yu threw Chang Yue back onto the toilet and commanded again: "Hurry up, the expressions need to be convincing. Otherwise... I keep my promises. The rest of you too, quickly, make your expressions. I don't have all night to waste with you. After I finish taking these pictures, I still need to go back and sleep with my brother. If I'm back too late, he'll worry."
"Oh, right." Rong Yu clicked away with the camera while speaking as if it were an afterthought: "If you want revenge, feel free to come at me. It would be best if you call the Murong family. Go tell my old man that Murong Yu bullied you, and you're going to demand an explanation."
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