The Cruelness Without batting an eyelid

Translator: 549690339

Ya Quan’s upper body was leaning toward Ye Shayan, who was tied to the middle of the bed. He was holding a bloody fruit knife in his right hand. His glasses and face were splashed with a few drops of blood.

This scene added a bloodthirsty aura to Quan’s innocent baby face.

When the blood splashed onto Ya Quan’s glasses, he subconsciously closed his eyes and blinked.

When Ya Quan opened his eyes and saw that half of his vision was dyed red, his brows furrowed slightly.

Dirty.

His glasses were dirty.

This information rushed into his mind and made Ya Quan frown. He turned the fruit knife in his hand and attacked Ye Shayan again.

“Ah!”

Ye Shayan screamed again. Her frightened eyes were filled with despair.

In an instant, the 15-centimeter fruit knife had been stabbed into Ye Shayan’s collarbone.

Ya Quan’s hand that was holding the handle of the fruit knife slowly withdrew. This time, he did not pull out the fruit knife.

He took off his blood-stained glasses. Under the glasses, his calm eyes were like the deep sea, and there was no sign of short-sightedness.

Ya Quan’s clear eyes looked at Ye Shayan without a trace of emotion. He said calmly,”

“You dirtied my glasses.”

Ya Quan’s tone and tone were casual, as if he was saying that the weather was good today.

But…

Jim looked at Ye Shayan’s right shoulder, the glaring scarlet on the white sheet, and the fruit knife that was stabbed straight into her left shoulder as if it was going to pierce through her left shoulder, leaving only the handle.

With such a ruthless technique, and looking at Ya Quan’s indifferent expression, in sharp contrast, Jim’s fingers that were holding the cigar unconsciously tightened.

F * ck!

She couldn’t tell that this pretty boy Ya Quan was so ruthless.

Ya Quan stabbed the knife into Ye Shayan’s body and she fainted.

Her hair was unusually messy, and her face was pale and bloodless. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, probably cold sweat.

Feng Sheng finally looked up at Ye Shayan.

He looked at Ye Shayan, who had fainted after screaming in pain. He loosened his grip and threw the cigar on the ground.

With a light step on his shiny leather shoes, the cigarette butt that was flickering with sparks was extinguished by him.

“Don’t let her appear in my sight again.”

Feng Sheng shifted his gaze from the pale Ye Shayan to Ya Quan, who had taken off his glasses. There was no emotion in his voice.

Feng Sheng’s eyes were sharp as if they were soaked in ice. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the door.

“Understood.”

Ya Quan looked at Feng Sheng’s back as he turned around and left. He nodded silently.

Feng Sheng’s back was calm and collected, but it was as if he was covered in a layer of thousand-year-old ice. His aura was so cold that Jim did not dare to stare at Feng Sheng’s back.

“Yaquan, what does Boss mean? Should I give her…”

As Jim spoke, he raised his hand. His five fingers formed a knife-like left hand, and he placed it across his own neck, making a throat-cutting gesture.

The ‘she’ that Jim was referring to was Ye Shayan, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

Ya Quan looked at Jim and did not answer him immediately.

Although the boss did not say it explicitly, Ya Quan had been with him for so many years and naturally knew what he meant.