You Are My Only Sunshine - Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 Hell

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And just as Mo Zhenggang was about to die, his body was suddenly and violently thrown out.

Thud—

Mo Zhenggang’s body slammed into the ground, and he immediately began to cough violently.

“Cough cough cough cough…” Mo Zhenggang gasped for air, with snot and saliva flowing out.

“Young Master.” Shang Shi respectfully offered a handkerchief.

Hao Yansen wiped his hands as if he had just touched something dirty.

“Who are you people?” Mo Zhenggang’s demeanor had obviously weakened a lot, and his eyes could hardly conceal his terror, “Why are you doing this to me? How have I offended you?”

“Bring me the stick.” Hao Yansen didn’t answer him and simply extended his hand indifferently.

Yun Long immediately and eagerly handed over a very thick stick to him.

Seeing him walking over calmly with the stick, Mo Zhenggang was even more terrified.

He struggled desperately to back away, his whole body trembling, “What are you going to do…”

Unfortunately, no matter how much he asked, the man before him did not answer a single word.

And every step he took towards him felt like the grim reaper closing in.

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“What do you want to do? What exactly do you want, I have money, isn’t money enough for you? I can give you as much as you want, ah—”

Mo Zhenggang hadn’t finished his words when he suddenly erupted in agonized, heart-wrenching screams.

Hao Yansen, without hesitation, brutally smashed the stick down on his left leg!

Accompanied by a crisp cracking sound.

Mo Zhenggang’s leg had been broken!

The pain almost made Mo Zhenggang pass out; he clutched his left leg and writhed in agony on the brink of death, still unable to believe that he was undergoing such torment.

But it wasn’t over…

Dropping the stick, Hao Yansen reached out with one hand.

Bai Lang handed him a prepared syringe, which he then personally drove into Mo Zhenggang’s arm.

Mo Zhenggang didn’t even know what he was being injected with.

One wave of pain had not subsided when an even more intense pain struck.

This time, the agony was tenfold more severe than the pain of the broken leg.

Mo Zhenggang felt as if all of his organs were being scorched by flaming fire, every cell in his body spasming intensely.

Every nerve was tautly stretched, as though his body was being torn apart by thousands and thousands of forces.

Yet, he couldn’t pass out; just as he was about to lose consciousness, the severe pain jolted him awake again.

Mo Zhenggang rolled around on the floor in agony.

He truly thought he was going mad—why was it hurting so much, so unbearably much!

Ah, someone kill him, he couldn’t take it any longer!

Mo Zhenggang cried out in pain; he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t utter a word.

Banging his head violently on the ground was useless; in short, he was truly about to collapse, to die.

“Please, you all… let, me… go…” Between his bouts of pain, Mo Zhenggang eked out a few words, not even sure if he had managed to say them.

But he felt as if he was already in hell, no longer of this world.

No matter how he begged, Hao Yansen’s gaze did not waver in the slightest.

Leaning back in his chair, he sat there languidly, only staring coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth, thoroughly disdainful of everything around him.

Shang Shi and the others all held their breath in concentration, their expressions very serious.

Only at times like these was the strict hierarchy between them and Hao Yansen truly apparent.

For an entire half-hour, Hao Yansen watched Mo Zhenggang in agony without a flicker of emotion on his face.