Chapter 127: Come At Me
Rong Yu pressed the flush button. The roaring water instantly drowned out Chang Yue's muffled struggles.
Everyone else watched in terror, their bodies trembling with a cold shudder as they sobered up completely.
However, with their arms and legs dislocated, they lay paralyzed on the floor, unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as Rong Yu repeatedly shoved Chang Yue into the flushing toilet and then pulled him out, each time waiting until Chang Yue was on the verge of losing consciousness.
What made them even more creeped out was that Rong Yu wore a smile throughout the entire process, saying: "Why do you look so pained? You invited me here because you wanted to do this to me, didn't you? I thought you would enjoy this sort of thing~"
When he was pulled out of the water again, Chang Yue shook his head frantically. Summoning a desperate surge of strength, he finally managed to cough up the filthy rag stuffed in his mouth.
Ignoring the discomfort, Chang Yue hurriedly yelled: "No! That's not it! We never intended to do this to you!"
"Oh?" Rong Yu leaned slightly forward, applying pressure with his fingertips to force Chang Yue's head up. Chang Yue's eyes, stinging from the water, were forced open to meet Rong Yu's perpetually smiling gaze.
These were undoubtedly the most terrifying eyes Chang Yue had seen in all his years.
Rong Yu said with a smile: "You didn't intend to do this to me? So you're saying you wanted to do something else instead?"
Chang Yue coughed violently while shaking his head desperately.
"If you won't say, then I'll just have to guess for myself~" Rong Yu's gaze swept around the bathroom before finally landing on the men lying limp on the floor.
Noticing something, Rong Yu raised a slight eyebrow, walked over, and kicked the bulging pants pocket of the skinny man.
Feeling something hard under his shoe, Rong Yu bent down, reached two fingers into the skinny man's pocket, and pulled out a palm-sized camera.
He opened the video storage interface, clicked on the latest video, and was first met with the skinny man's face along with voices from the recording—
"Hahaha! Young Master Chang mentioned he had some fresh meat for us today! I heard the looks are quite something. I specially brought my newly bought camera this time. Once we edit the footage and post it on foreign sites, I guarantee we'll make a hefty profit!" As the voice finished, another face appeared on the screen—the tall, sturdy man. He said, "Brother Li, chasing side hustles again? Can't your old man's money keep you afloat?"
The skinny man let out a lewd chuckle: "How can you compare the two? This is money I'm earning with my real skills—it's specialized work."
The tall man: "Skills? You mean the skill of torturing people? If your old man found out about this dirty business, he'd definitely break your dog legs!"
The skinny man elbowed the tall man: "We're all in the same boat here, who's any cleaner than who? Anyway, it's Young Master Chang treating us tonight, we just need to focus on having a good time. I just wonder if the 'goods' Young Master Chang mentioned have a good figure, if they're tight enough. Hope it's not like that last weakling who became all loose before we even got through a few rounds."
"Hahahaha, we'll just wait and see then…"
The video ended there, seemingly a pre-entertainment declaration.
Although the dialogue was brief, anyone with a brain could understand its underlying meaning.
These young masters, whoever they were, clearly intended to take turns humiliating Rong Yu, then edit the compromising videos and post them on foreign sites for others' amusement.
Judging from their conversation, this was obviously not their first time doing such things. Who knows how many willing or forced individuals had been subjected to their cruel treatment before, only to be further blackmailed with the videos for long-term humiliation and enslavement, both physically and mentally.
Rong Yu's gaze shifted from the screen to the men's faces. The corner of his mouth was still curved, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"What a bunch of scum." Rong Yu stepped on the skinny man's hand and ground his foot down hard.
The skinny man instantly widened his eyes, letting out pained, muffled groans.
But with his limbs useless, he could only thrash his body continuously, trying to escape this place that filled him with dread and terror.
Before, he had loved humiliating those fair-skinned, pretty young entertainers in exactly these kinds of environments—especially in public restrooms. With people coming and going outside, someone could walk in at any moment. Those young entertainers cared about their reputations, their faces were their futures. So, to protect their dignity, they would have no choice but to beg for mercy, to yield, to plead with them to stop, and then, desperate to preserve their last shred of face, implore them to move further inside to a stall.
Once they reached that point, whatever they demanded of those young entertainers, they would obediently comply. Otherwise, they would threaten to strip them naked and throw them into the public corridor for everyone to see.
The skinny man had relished that feeling of seemingly holding power over someone else's life and future. That's why he was always the one to suggest using public restrooms.
He enjoyed reaching his peak amid the cold floors and the sound of footsteps passing just outside.
But now, he was the one being trampled underfoot by a young male entertainer who looked like he couldn't even overpower a chicken. His palms and chest were pressed against the ice-cold, water-streaked floor. With every breath, he inhaled the persistent, pungent stench of the restroom. Even though special incense was used here to mask the odor, with his nose pressed right against the ground, he couldn't escape the disgusting smell.
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