Chapter 73 The Death of Sister Ying

“Boss!” Sister Ying’s face twitched.

“Come on, Ying, stand up straight!” The boss pushed her in front of everyone.

“Boss, I…”

The boss made a shushing gesture. “Shh, don’t speak!”

Ying was visibly frightened, but the boss didn’t even look at her. Instead, he turned to Yang Fan and his group, saying, “President Yang, President Han, you are our esteemed clients. Especially President Yang; in just a month and a half, you’ve brought Redemption a great deal of business. Truly, you are the most generous client I’ve ever met.”

“Not at all. Men have their vices, and mine just happens to be women!” Yang Fan replied with a laugh.

“President Yang, you flatter me. Every man has his weaknesses, but you are the first I’ve seen willing to spend so much for women!”

“That’s why they say I’m insatiable,” Yang Fan said, pulling Huo Xinqi and Wang Yun close to him.

“President Yang, let’s not beat around the bush. This Ying here—she’s a high-class slave. I’m gifting her to you, as your first present from me!”

Ying’s expression changed drastically. She dropped to her knees and pleaded, “Boss…”

The boss sneered, lifted her up, and said, “Ying, do you know why I’m giving you to President Yang?”

Ying shook her head desperately. The boss slapped her, lit a cigarette, and called Leopard over.

Yang Fan was also smoking, intent on witnessing the woman’s downfall.

“Boss!”

“Give it to her, let her listen!” Leopard produced a recorder and tossed it at Ying.

Trembling, Ying turned it on; the first words scared her out of her wits.

“Boss!” She shook uncontrollably, knowing what punishment betrayal would bring.

“Get out of my sight!” The boss kicked her. “You betrayed the organization. Did you think I’d let you go? I’ve already handed you over to President Yang—your life or death is now his to decide.”

“President Yang, are you satisfied with this gift?”

“Completely,” Yang Fan replied coldly. The others sneered, including Li Shuwei and Zhang Hai.

“Yang Fan, how dare you betray me!” Ying roared.

“I’m sorry, Sister Ying, but your ambitions were too great. We couldn’t afford to gamble on you. Besides, Leopard’s terms pleased me just fine,” Yang Fan replied.

“President Yang, how would you like her punished?” Leopard asked. With Ying gone, he stood to gain immensely.

“I’m quite interested in the process of breaking in a maid. Give her the full treatment, except for the first step,” Yang Fan said coolly.

Ying was truly afraid now. No one knew better than she what that entailed.

Leopard sneered and gestured; two men came over and dragged Ying away.

She struggled, but it was useless—the bodyguards were far too strong.

“Leopard, take President Yang to observe. Make sure he’s well entertained. President Yang, I’ll wait for you here tomorrow.”

“Very well.”

Yang Fan continued to smoke as Ying was taken into a locked chamber.

Despite her struggles, she was chained to a bed, her clothes torn away.

“Yang Fan, you betrayed me!”

“We were only using each other. Once you lost your value, you were expendable. Besides, you are now my slave—your fate is mine to decide.”

Seeing Yang Fan’s cold sneer, Ying realized she’d underestimated him. Behind the appearance of a foolish, wealthy man lurked a deadly opponent.

“Don’t you understand yet?”

“I see now. You and Leopard must have made a deal long ago,” she said, terrified.

“As long as you understand. Begin,” Yang Fan ordered icily.

The men raised their whips. Every stroke was one that countless girls before her had endured.

Her every scream echoed the pleas those girls had once cried out for help.

But no one had ever come to save them. This place was a living hell, stripping away every shred of their humanity.

Now, Yang Fan and the others watched—this was his judgment upon her.

Ten minutes. Fifteen. Ying was covered in wounds. As she gasped her last breaths, Yang Fan said, “Leopard, she’s yours now.”

Leopard sneered at the woman who once looked down on everyone, then pounced.

Yang Fan watched impassively, unmoved by her screams, which soon turned to wails of pain.

Li Shuwei and Zhang Hai remained cold, while President Han was filled with dread—he realized just how ruthless Yang Fan could be. Huo Xinqi and Wang Yun trembled, imagining if such a fate ever befell them, what utter despair it would bring.

Your hands are stained with blood…

Your soul can never be cleansed…

…

“Come, take her to the first stage. Erase her memory, then make her go through it all over again!”

“No, no! Yang Fan, I beg you, let me go! I’ll be your slave for life!”

Yang Fan didn’t even look at her. “Take her away!”

She was too weak to resist, dragged off to the first round.

“Just dull her senses a bit, then let her rest half an hour. Then start again.”

“Yang Fan, you’re ruthless!” Ying screamed.

Yang Fan shook his head with a smile, stepped closer, and whispered in her ear, “Sister Ying, there’s one thing you got wrong. I didn’t have you tortured because I made a deal with Leopard, or because I never got you. There’s a far more important reason—but you’ll never know what it is.”

Ying’s eyes widened in terror as a more horrifying realization dawned on her. Why had she never seen Yang Fan leave with any maids? Why did he hate female slaves so much? Why was he so often taken away by the police? All of it pointed to a far more sinister plot.

There could be only one possibility…

“You…”

She never finished her sentence—a syringe pierced her arm, and as the liquid entered her veins, she lost consciousness.

Half an hour later, she was brought back to semi-awareness, only to be lashed again.

But she could no longer cry out.

Outside, the special police of Tianning and Tianhai were fully mobilized. With a location in hand, they soon locked onto the site.

The true leader of Redemption, a high official in Tianhai City, was arrested on the spot. This was a joint operation between the two cities.

“Xiaomei, did your brother say anything?”

“He didn’t say a word!” Ai Xiaomei stood at the front, leading the way through the crowd.

Behind her were Lin Ruo and Lin Xi, surrounded by fully armed SWAT officers.

They were only waiting for the order to move in.

Ying was dead—a senseless, brutal end. She was lashed, then abused by many men…

She was just one person, with only one life—how could she ever bear the weight of her own crimes?

Of course, she would never know that within a day of her death, Redemption collapsed entirely. This vicious woman finally became the organization’s burial offering.