The Rise and Fall of Huadu (To be continued)

"Good lad, you're tough, aren't you? Fine, let's see if your words are tougher, or my methods are tougher. Serve me properly!" The flickering light, driven by a bald, burly man with a full beard and a cigarette dangling from his lips, created a sense of oppression in the already small basement.

In the center of the room stood a cement bench, built from the ground. Bound to it were two naked people, a man and a woman. The man's hair was disheveled and sticky with sweat, obscuring his eyes. Blood seeped from his forehead and the corners of his mouth. He remained silent, his chest rising and falling gently. The woman's hands were tied behind her back on the bench, her long hair tied up and pulled straight. The binding technique was professional; any slight movement of the head would cause the ropes to pull the head back. A rag was stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from making any noise, her eyes filled with terror.

At that moment, two shady-looking men, each holding a pair of pliers, squatted in front of the woman, using the pliers to clamp the toenail of her left big toe, leering lewdly. One of them stroked the woman's smooth, rounded thigh; red subcutaneous bulges appeared where the rope had bound her. He admired the woman before him; she was young, not yet thirty, with a well-proportioned body, and even sitting, her abdomen had no excess fat. His hand traced upwards along the edge of the rope binding her thigh; the upper thigh was strong and muscular, almost angular—not the legs of an ordinary girl. He slowly stroked her, as if caressing a work of art, when suddenly, with a sharp ripping sound, the pliers in his other hand ripped off the toenail, tearing off a piece of pinkish-white flesh with incredible speed. The woman jerked back instantly, but the rope binding her entire body prevented her from lunging forward, and her buttocks lifted slightly. The inertia pulled her back, her hair straightening the moment she bent over, causing her to convulse again. The whimpering sounds coming from her mouth, muffled by the tattered cloth, sounded like the piercing voice of a vengeful ghost. Her eyes were bloodshot, yet she kept nodding, hoping the pain of her hair straightening would ease the agony of her ripped nail.

One of the men used pliers to fling off the nail stuck to her. He grinned maliciously, licking the blood that had splattered on his lips. He glanced sideways at the woman. The intense pain caused the woman's legs, bound to the table legs, to spread unnaturally again, releasing a foul odor. Another man standing nearby immediately threw away the pliers he was about to use to clamp onto her other toe, and began slurping between her legs and the stone bench. A furious shout came from the side, "Fourth brother, you fucking leave me some… you son of a bitch!" His words were lewd. The man also rushed over, spitting water all over her mouth. The woman sobbed and shook her head, making muffled cries, her legs, which she tried to close, swaying weakly from side to side on the table leg.

The bald, burly man standing in front of the man grabbed his hair with his left hand and pulled it forcefully to one side, pressing his face close to the man's

. "I'll ask you one more time, what did you see? Speak!" The man's already sunken eyes trembled as he opened them, stammering as he opened his mouth, his crooked nose twitching. "Cough cough... I... we didn't see anything. My girlfriend and I came to hike in the wild mountains, we got... we got lost and ended up here... I... please... please let us go... we really... didn't see anything... I... cough cough... cough..." As if he couldn't catch his breath, continuous coughing sprayed blood-tinged saliva onto the bald, burly man's face.

"Damn it!" The bald, burly man slapped the man hard across the face, his left hand still clutching the hair the man had pulled out as he turned his head. "Stop trying to fool me!"

The bald man turned around and saw the actions of the two sleazy men beside him, which made him even angrier. He walked over and kicked one of the men in the lower back

. "Useless bastards, you two are really filthy, grew up drinking your mother's piss!" The kicked man stood up, wiping the pale yellow urine with his sleeve. "Brother Kui... Brother Kui, we... we... we... we just... like this, please... please... please forgive us." "Third brother...you...you...you..."

"Stop licking your ass, is that what you wanted to say? This isn't your time to lick! I'm done, you can go and enjoy yourself, you sly little thing. I get to have this broth first, understand? If you're so capable, go drag that guy over and drink it!" The one called Third Brother stood up, wiped his mouth, glared at Fourth Brother, and turned to say, "Brother Kui, this little chick is got some flavor, that urine smell is really strong. This is better than drinking alcohol, it's salty and fishy." Hahaha.

The bald big man spat, grabbed the man's hair again, and stared at the man's face. "You won't talk, huh? No problem. I don't care who you are, once you're in my hands, today is today." "As he spoke, he gripped the cigarette butt in his mouth with his right hand and forcefully pressed it against the man's left eye.

" 　　Ah

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"Anyway, everyone saw what we were doing."

"What the hell?" Han Kui smacked the third brother with a melon bowl. "Whether or not to hurt someone is up to the young master. This can't be too publicized. It's not good if the old man finds out, understand?"

The third brother scratched the back of his head and turned to look at the fourth brother. "Master Kui, didn't the fourth brother speak first? Why did you hit me but not him?"

The fourth brother rushed to Han Kui and said, "Master Kui... I just... I just said... to hand them over to... to the young master... Master... Third brother, you're such a chatterbox."

The third brother glared fiercely at the fourth brother. "You stuttering bastard, what are you pretending for? Speak properly! Otherwise, don't say a word."

The fourth brother shrank his shoulders sheepishly, turned around and untied the rope that tied the man to the stone bench, handing the end of the rope to the third brother. "Third... Third brother, lend a hand... lend a hand. You're tall, help... help me reconnect the rope, I... I'll deal with this guy."

The third brother glared angrily at Han Kui, only to find him holding the woman's chin and scrutinizing her closely. He muttered to himself, " This old hag isn't any better. What's wrong with us talking for a bit? She's not your wife, what's the rush?"

He turned and, with a quick step, swung the rope to a steel pipe on the roof, tied a knot, and slung it down, leaving a slack length. He then threaded the rope through a copper ring welded to the ground and handed it to the fourth brother.

Despite his stutter and difficulty speaking, the fourth brother was quite capable. He took the rope as he spoke. The rope was loosely knotted at the man's wrists, and the ends were tied to his thumbs, then secured with knots. After a short while, noticing that the man's thumbs were congested and purplish-red, the old man, without looking up, said to Liu San'er, "San...San'er...it's...it's...pull...pull."

With a pull, the old man hoisted the man up, stopping just short of his toes touching the ground. He tied a knot in the rope at the brass ring on the ground, clapped his hands, and stood next to the old man. The old man brought over a kettle of boiling water. The water was poured directly over the man's head from the spout. 　　"Ahhhhhh... Ahh

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He laughed, preparing his tools.

Han Kui lifted the woman's chin, scrutinizing her terrified eyes. The woman was under thirty, with a well-proportioned figure. Her breasts, neither too large nor too small, were prominently displayed, bound by ropes. Perhaps the continuous stimulation had accelerated her blood circulation, causing her nipples to stand erect like two small chimneys. The slightly dark brown nipples were suggestive; perhaps the pain from her missing toenails caused them to tremble and quiver with the rise and fall of her chest.

Han Kui grinned savagely and bit down on the woman's left breast, greedily sucking. His thin, wire-like fingers pierced the tender flesh around her breast. The woman shook her head in pain, tears welling in her eyes, dripping onto the rag covering her mouth and being absorbed…

Han Kui moved his hands up and down, his other large hand pinching one breast hard, his thumb and forefinger kneading the nipple as if trying to burst a grape, his teeth biting fiercely, as if eating a sweet bun. Saliva dripped down the areola, hitting the rope and being absorbed…

The woman desperately tried to turn her head to look at the man, but her hair was tied to the rope behind her back. Although some of it loosened with the shaking, it still held her firmly, preventing her from turning her head to one side. She could only hear the hissing sound of the two men pulling on the rope.

With a ripping sound, Han Kui cut the ropes binding the woman's legs with his knife, tucked them behind his back, and grinned maliciously as he spread her legs apart. The red marks from the ropes binding her for so long looked like earthworms crawling all over her thighs. But Han Kui's eyes were fixed on the tuft of green pubic hair between her legs. She seemed to be a very vain girl; her pubic hair had been carefully trimmed into an inverted triangle. The edges looked like they'd been clipped, with only a few stubbles, while the center was thick and bushy. It was covered in the urine that had seeped out from when she pulled out her fingernails, glistening faintly in the dim light.

Han Kui's eyes were filled with lust. His large, fan-like hands spread her legs, gripped her buttocks, and used his thumbs to pry open her slightly parted labia. Inside, there were still traces of urine and Liu Sanliu's saliva, which had foamed from being rubbed while he sat there. Han Kui spat, a large wad of thick, dark yellow phlegm landing on the woman's clitoris. He then roughly thrust his right middle and ring fingers in, using the phlegm to lubricate her vagina, which was dry inside. Han Kui's fingers were thick and rough; the phlegm was far from sufficient lubrication. The vaginal muscles, recognizing the intruder, immediately retaliated, enveloping Han Kui's two fingers. Han Kui laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, tight enough! I love this kind of pussy, hahahaha..." As he spoke, his hands continued, increasing the speed of thrusting and stroking. His middle finger found the woman's G-spot, and he chuckled. He began grinding and probing. The woman, her mouth covered, began to breathe rapidly, her nose snorting deeply, inhaling the foul air in the room.

Han Kui quickened his pace... He slowed the pace of his finger thrusts, and the vaginal fluid that slowly flowed out with each thrust slid down her deep red labia, mingling with the urine beneath her buttocks. Han Kui abruptly withdrew his hand, slightly spreading his two fingers, now covered in vaginal fluid, watching the sticky fluid stretch and separate like a thread. Han Kui smiled with satisfaction, watching the woman's rapid breathing. "Little girl, don't worry, your Kui-ye will be here to keep you company soon," he said. "Haha..." As he spoke, Han Kui loosened his belt, pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis. A complex expression appeared in the woman's eyes. Han Kui's penis was indeed like a man's—thick and large, with bumps all over the glans. For some reason, the purplish-red glans was the size of an egg. A trickle of vaginal fluid dripped from the slightly open urethral opening, and the thick pubic hair extended above her navel. The veins on the shaft were prominent and pointed upwards. Han Kui's smile deepened as he saw the woman's gaze. "Haha, let me show you my beaded cock!" he said, grabbing the woman's dangling ankles with one hand and supporting the base of his penis with the other. The glans pressed against her labia, not immediately penetrating, but rubbing up and down, parting her labia. The vaginal fluid from her labia and opening coated the glans. Han Kui smiled contentedly, thrusting his hips forward, his penis plunging in all the way, his large testicles slapping against her buttocks with a loud "smack." A soft sound of pain escaped the woman's lips.

"You...you...you..." Liu Si turned to look at Liu San, "You...you...you ask...ask..."

Liu San snorted, "Stop talking nonsense, stop pretending to be stupid. Ask away. If you're a stutterer, you need to practice talking more. The less you talk, the more you stutter."

"You...you...you son of a bitch..." Liu Si, enraged, turned around and punched the man in the stomach. The man arched his back, but his two fingers couldn't withstand the force and bounced back to their original position, his legs giving way again. Liu San and Liu Si turned around and saw Han Kui thrusting his hips rapidly beside them, their eyes filled with envy. Liu Si glanced at Liu San and said to Han Kui, "Kui...Master Kui...we...we should...we should have some fun too."

Han Kui continued thrusting without turning his head. "Fine, I'll let you and Liu San have your fun after I'm done. Serve the kid well first."

"Okay, thank...thank you, Master Kui!" Liu Si replied, beaming. Liu San'er, standing nearby, objected: "Hey...you little bastard, why aren't you stuttering anymore? Weren't you stammering just now?" Liu Si stammered, "You...you...didn't you...let me...practice...practice? I...I'll...come on...this...this...Master Kui said..." Liu San'er's mouth twisted with rage. He loosened the rope around the copper ring on the ground. The man, still catching his breath, was kicked by Liu San'er in a fit of rage. The kick landed on the back of his head, and the man felt a "buzz," blood spurting from his nostrils. His temple throbbed with pain. His hands, though bound together, protected his temples, but a subsequent kick struck his ribs. The man, unable to withstand the pain, fainted again.

Meanwhile, because the stone bench was too low, and Han Kui himself was tall and strong, it was extremely difficult for him to perform the act. He had no choice but to release his grip on the woman's left hand. Her legs immediately gave way, and Han Kui failed to notice the sudden glint of cunning in her terrified and helpless eyes. He placed his hands on the back of the chair, arched his legs back like a push-up, and began a powerful and rapid thrusting motion. His mouth was also busy, biting down on the woman's fair neck and greedily sucking. The woman, pressed down by Han Kui's head, was forced to twist to one side. She saw the man on the ground—her squad leader, Yang Chao. She was curled up limply in a ball. Liu San and Liu Si sat there, lighting cigarettes and using their feet to press on the man's head, chatting idly. (Actually, it was mostly Liu San talking to himself; Liu Si stuttered and could barely speak coherent sentences.) Han Kui was on top of her, uttering savage, beastly sounds. Waves of pleasure surged through her lower body, uncontrollable. She knew this was normal physiological. She reacted. Unable to control herself, she had to act immediately, because Liu San and Liu Si were still behind her. If her body endured prolonged mating, she would become completely weak. Han Kui was so powerful, his rapid attacks unable to slow down, waves of physical pleasure washing over her. She knew her only chance was now. If she didn't seize it, there would be no hope left. She glanced at her and Yang Chao's clothes and backpacks, which they had thrown in the corner. She knew their only means of escape were two: a wire hidden behind the man's belt buckle, and a small razor blade tucked into the sanitary napkin lining of her underwear. The three men probably hadn't noticed these two small items; their clothes were carelessly left there.

Yang Chao woke up, slightly opening his right eye. The shoe on his head blocked Liu San and Liu Si's view of him. His gaze shifted, and he saw the woman Han Kui was pressing down on—Li Qian, a girl who had followed him since graduating from police academy, his partner. In the criminal investigation team, they had countless times played the roles of lovers and siblings, investigating cases and solving numerous crimes. This time, an informant told him that there might be an antique transaction at Erlang Temple in Yanmai Mountain, the amount unknown, and the transaction date likely imminent. To ensure the intelligence was accurate, they disguised themselves as a couple hiking and went to investigate, confirming the location and surrounding area. Unexpectedly, they were discovered while gathering information in the mountains, and neither he nor Li Qian knew how they were discovered. Because so many people were hiking in Yanmai. Although they didn't follow the mountain paths, they wandered through the mountains, carefully examining the geological information to determine possible routes, marking them according to the map in their hands.

Li Qian slowly curled her toes, though her toes, where the nails had fallen off, were numb and swollen. However, the muscles in her legs were still subtly working. She turned her head and met Yang Chao's gaze, glancing at the clothes not far from him. Yang Chao knew Li Qian was telling him that there was a hidden razor blade inside the sanitary napkin stuck to her underwear—the only thing that could save them. The pain of losing his left eye caused Yang Chao's right eye to go black intermittently. Everything he saw was double. He forced himself to shake his head. Liu San'er, who was standing on his head, saw that he was awake, his only remaining right eye staring intently at him, breathing softly. Seeing Yang Chao glaring at him angrily, Liu San'er kicked him in the cheek. Using the pain as leverage, Yang Chao rolled backward, the pain in his left rib almost making him roll his eyes back. He knew that the man who had struck him in the ribs had acted too quickly, too accurately, too professionally. During his time at the police academy, he had no idea about any method of capturing an enemy. He knew that the person behind him was no ordinary person. To be precise, only professional soldiers, and those who had been through the baptism of war, possessed such professional skills and intuition. The blow landed squarely under her left armpit. In an instant, a powerful knee slammed into her left ribs, while a pair of hands covered her mouth, fingers pressing against her neck. She felt suffocated. Her partner, Li Qian, was still less than a meter to her left, recording something, and she couldn't utter a sound. Then came endless darkness…

Han Kui's glans slammed powerfully into Li Qian's cervix with each thrust. Li Qian knew that if she didn't react, the pleasure she was experiencing would greatly diminish her strength. Her hands were pinned behind the chair, rendering her powerless. At that moment, Han Kui's mouth moved away from Li Qian's neck, his large beard pressing against her forehead. He breathed heavily, thrusting his hips rapidly. This was the moment Li Qian had been waiting for—the instant Han Kui ejaculated. She secretly began to exert her strength. Her legs, bound by ropes for so long, were starting to circulate blood. Her toes were swollen and red, but it wasn't a big problem anymore. Just as Han Kui unleashed his final, accelerated roar, Li Qian secretly clamped her legs around Han Kui's lower back, tightening her vagina forcefully. She was increasing Han Kui's sensitivity to ejaculation. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed. Han Kui screamed and thrust his hips up and down, his large penis, mixed with vaginal fluid, continuously pounding deep into his uterus. Suddenly, he felt a numbness in his back, and his seminal vesicle loosened, causing a large amount of thick, turbid semen to gush out and hit Li Qian's tender uterus. Li Qian had been waiting for this opportunity, and she suddenly tightened her legs. The moment Han Kui pressed against Li Qian's vulva, her heels pressed against Han Kui's waist, and the ropes that had been used for a long time loosened slightly. Li Qian endured the pain and stood up. Her hair, which had fallen out instantly, was freed from the restraints. Li Qian used her head to press against Han Kui's chin and raised her head to hold him firmly. At the moment of ejaculation, Han Kui's muscles relaxed completely. He hadn't expected the woman beneath him to resist so fiercely at this moment. During their intercourse, to facilitate his position, he had placed his hands under her armpits. Those soft armpits allowed him to caress her delicate breasts and also to grip her body with his large hands. Through the gaps in the ropes binding the chair, it was easier to exert force. Now, those seemingly soft armpits suddenly felt strong. All his strength was concentrated in his body, and at the moment of ejaculation, which was also his most relaxed moment, the woman beneath him suddenly exerted force.

He tried to pull his legs back, but the woman's heels pressed firmly against his lower back. Two small indentations appear on the lower back after ejaculation, and these indentations are more pronounced in men with more developed muscles and less fat. Han Kui secretly cursed. His two legs, which were in a push-up position, were now acting as a fulcrum, supporting him there. If he pulled back now, his lower back would be pressed even forward, and his lumbar spine might dislocate. The woman was staring at him with her forehead, her chin constantly rising. He knew that if he pressed down now, he couldn't overpower her. The woman was sitting on the chair, while he was suspended in mid-air, his strength coming from the ground. But the lower back was the central nervous system; without strength in the central nervous system, nothing could be done. His hands were straining. He knew that at the moment of ejaculation, he exhaled, and without inhaling, the woman's legs coiled around him like two serpents. It felt like being wrapped in a python. You have two arms, but you can't use your strength, especially now that his arms were trapped. He could only tilt his head back and inhale slowly through his nose, his face turning red. He wanted to scream but couldn't, only making "uh uh uh uh uh uh" sounds. Damn Liu Sanliu, what are they doing?

Han Kui was thinking, but dared not be careless. He couldn't see the woman's eyes because he was looking up, but he knew her strength was almost gone. It was a race against time; he still had a nose and mouth and could breathe slowly, while the woman beneath him had her mouth blocked. This burst of strength was all she had. He knew he had to hold on. Although the dizziness in his head told him he was about to suffocate, Han Kui told himself he had to persevere. If he could just pull his hands away and loosen his grip on her neck, he could survive. Just as he used the last bit of strength in his upper body to pull his hands away, Li Qian suddenly loosened her grip on Han Kui's arms. The moment Han Kui pulled back with all his might, the grip loosened... Li Qian had been waiting for this force, leaning back. She gritted her teeth, pressed the instep of her foot against Han Kui's back, and lifted it upwards. Her heels had just touched the gap in Han Kui's lower back, pulling him back with all her might. Just as Han Kui, exhausted, pulled his arm out and leaned back due to inertia, Li Qian's heels drew a semi-circle, the push and pull perfectly timed with Han Kui's backward lean. With a snap, Han Kui, unable to withstand the force, passed out. But Li Qian's strength was also exhausted. She had intended to use her feet to pull Han Kui's body back, making Liu San and Liu Si mistakenly believe that Han Kui wanted to linger after ejaculating, giving Yang Chao time and distracting him. However, Li Qian had used up her last bit of strength, and Han Kui, being tall and strong, slid down along Li Qian's left foot. Liu San and Liu Si were about to continue hanging Yang Chao up so they could take over from Han Kui and gang rape Li Qian, but Han Kui's sudden collapse stunned them. They didn't know why Han Kui had suddenly fallen. Liu San and Liu Si exchanged a glance and immediately ran over to check on Han Kui. At this moment, Yang Chao had rolled to the side of the clothes, his right eye only able to open a small slit. He saw his and Li Qian's clothes lying carelessly on the ground not far away. He endured the pain and slowly moved over. Fortunately, his two hands were tied together in front of his head, his thumbs already engorged and numb. He saw Li Qian's underwear and breathed a sigh of relief. The pain in his ribs was no less than the pain of losing his left eye. He placed his hand on Li Qian's underwear; the razor blade was hidden in the middle layer of the sanitary napkin. He knew Li Qian was buying him time; whether he could get out depended on him. Because his thumbs were tied together and the remaining fingers were half-fisted and tied, it was very inconvenient. Yang Chao could only curl up and bring his mouth close to Li Qian's underwear, using his mouth to help his hand pull out the razor blade. He smelled Li Qian's scent on the sanitary napkin—a faint scent mixed with a hint of musky odor. There was a pale yellow mark in the middle of the cute little heart pattern on the sanitary napkin; Yang Chao could no longer tell whether it was vaginal fluid, urine, or feces. He bit the surface of the sanitary napkin with his teeth, pulled it to the side, and pinched it with his index fingers. The hidden razor blade was exposed. Yang Chao immediately bit it and pulled it out. He held one side with his teeth, bent his elbows, and slid the rope in his hands, beads of sweat beading on his forehead. He rolled over, turning his back to Li Qian and Liu San and Liu Si, secretly straining. The blade was extremely sharp, but the repeated blows to his head prevented him from swinging it as much as usual; even gentle up-and-down movements had left him drenched in sweat.

At that moment, Liu Si, lying on top of Han Kui, cried out, "Kui...Kui...Grandpa Kui...Grandpa, this...this...this..."

"What happened?" Liu San casually picked up a short knife, the tip pressed against Li Qian's chin, watching her answer the stammering Liu Si's question without turning her head.

"Ah, yes...yes...Kui...Kui, what...what happened? Third Brother...you...look at Kui...I...I'll go...go see...ah, see this little...girl...what's going on?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I know you too well. You want me to save Han Kui while you go have some fun with a girl? Don't you want to ruin Kui's future?"

"Then...then...you...you...look at this little...girl, I...I...I'll save...save Kui!"

As Liu Si spoke, he pressed his fingers against Han Kui's philtrum, pinching it hard, while simultaneously looking up at Liu San'er and saying, "Old...San...does...do...do...do artificial respiration..."

"Respirate your mother's respiration! If you want to respirate, then respirate. Don't you mind his beard? Han Kui hasn't even brushed his teeth, what are you going to respirate? There's water, just splash some. Move that stool over there, hurry up!" Liu San'er stared at the girl in front of him, speaking without turning around.

Liu Si had no choice but to drag Han Kui backwards to another stone stool like a dead dog, continuing to pinch his philtrum, and splashing a bowl of water onto Han Kui's face. Turning around, he saw that Liu San'er had already removed the rag from Li Qian's mouth. As he asked,

"Hey little girl, pretty good, you took down our Master Kui? Tell me, what happened? If you don't want a souvenir, hurry up and get it over with," Liu San'er pressed the knife against Li Qian's cheek. The blade's tip reflected Liu San's distorted image in the dim light.

Li Qian was exhausted; she had used too much force to subdue Han Kui, and her legs were trembling slightly. She knew she couldn't do anything now, only wait for Yang Chao, hoping he had the blade; otherwise, neither of them would survive. Facing the knife to her face, Li Qian said nothing, her eyes filled with terror and despair, her hands clenched tightly behind her back. She had to endure, she had to endure. She was prepared to die, but she couldn't make any other move, couldn't explain; any explanation would be futile. She was gambling, gambling that Yang Chao would wake up before Han Kui.

Seeing her silence, Liu San'er's heart tightened. Something was wrong. "Kui's body is so robust, shouldn't he have stopped working so quickly?" His suspicion grew, and his gaze fell on Li Qian's legs. He noticed they were trembling uncontrollably, like a leaf. Liu San'er chuckled, then abruptly stomped on Li Qian's big toe with his shoe. The extreme pain of having her toenail pulled out had subsided, but the pain still lingered, sending shivers through her nerves and brain, and causing a throbbing pain in the back of her neck. The renewed pain made her cry out instantly, biting her tongue until it bled. She opened her mouth with a scream, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Liu San'er chuckled, continuing to grind Li Qian's toes with his foot. Suddenly, with a soft pop, Liu San'er discovered a trickle of white fluid flowing from between Li Qian's legs—Han Kui's semen. It was trickling out. Seeing this, Liu San'er's lust was aroused. He sheathed his knife and touched Li Qian's face. "Pretty little chick, huh? You're quite a nuisance, aren't you? You even took down our Master Kui. Let me see what you're capable of."

He lowered his head to kiss her, but just as his lips were about to touch hers, Liu San'er suddenly realized something was wrong. "I have to be careful. If Han Kui has gone too far, that's fine, but something feels off. This won't do." As he spoke, Liu San picked up the rope from the ground and tied it around Li Qian's legs, this time binding them tightly with her legs curled up. "Let's see what other tricks you have now, little girl, come on, your Third Master likes to hear some sounds." Liu San looked down and saw that Li Qian's neck and breasts were covered with Han Kui's teeth marks and white marks left by dried saliva. Liu San spat, "That bastard, he's better than both of us!"

After saying that, he pulled down his pants, his penis already ready. Han Kui had been fucking him, and he and Liu Si had been smoking and distracted, both thinking, "Why the hell isn't Han Kui finished yet?" In the end, Han Kui did finish, and he really did finish. When they rushed over to check, Liu San suddenly bent over and accidentally tripped over his own penis. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, what a loser!" It took him a while to recover his virility. Liu San'er looked down at the still-dripping vulva, frowned, and thought, "This is it. Here I come...

" With a soft "plop," he thrust inside. Liu San'er's penis wasn't large or small, but it was pyramidal—slender at the top and thick at the bottom. The glans resembled a red date, and insertion was effortless. Liu San'er, holding Li Qian's knees comfortably, said, "Little girl, let me show you my marksmanship."

"Ah...uh..." Li Qian's brows furrowed. The initial wave of pleasure from Han Kui and her subsequent climax had left her completely drained. Now she was a puppet at his mercy. Liu San'er didn't rush into a full-on assault, but instead gently ground her, his glans lightly tapping at Li Qian's cervix like a tapping shot. He knew she was a quick shooter; any faster and she'd ejaculate, which would be incredibly embarrassing. Seeing that Li Qian wasn't moaning loudly, which suited his desire to make a quick buck, he slowly began to fuck her.

As soon as Liu Si turned his head and saw Liu San doing his work, he got anxious. He had agreed to be the second one, and Liu San, who was not only a chatterbox, was also very enthusiastic about it. At that moment, he didn't care about anything else, slammed the bowl on Han Kui's bald head, and said, "Liu...Liu San...you...you're such a...good-for-nothing...I and Master Kui...have already...discussed...it's all...that I'm going to be the...second one...you...you little brat...you're too...unreasonable..." As he spoke, he moved closer, trying to pull Liu San down.

Liu San was slowly enjoying the pleasurable sensation beneath him when he suddenly turned around and saw Liu Si cursing and interrupting his good time. Just as Liu San was about to shove him, he was startled and stammered, "Old...Old Fourth...no...no...ah, okay!"

Liu Si was already furious, and seeing Liu San mimicking his stutter only fueled his anger. "I...I told...ah, you...you said...don't...don't...don't your mother..."

Before Liu Si could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind behind his head. In a flash, Yang Chao, who had secretly cut the rope with a razor blade, grabbed the climbing gear he had brought and smashed it against the back of Liu Si's head. Liu Si never expected Yang Chao to suddenly attack, especially since he had untied the rope himself. Before he could even finish speaking and turn his head, he was struck on the side by the climbing gear wheel. With a cry of "Ah...", he collapsed to the ground.

Yang Chao swung the sledgehammer with all his might. Because of the prolonged hanging and binding, his blood wasn't flowing smoothly. He stared with his only remaining eye open, his hands gripping the sledgehammer, his posture unsteady. The pain in his ribs from swinging the sledgehammer almost made him faint. Yang Chao knew he couldn't faint, otherwise he and Li Qian would both die here today. These three perverted men didn't seem to be in a hurry to find out their identities; instead, they were cruelly torturing them. Who were they? Were they people involved in the antiquities trade? Where was I after I lost consciousness? Only if Li Qian and I escaped would we have the answers. Just survive.

Seeing Liu Si knocked down by Yang Chao, Liu San hurriedly withdrew his still-thrusting penis, let out a strange cry, drew the short knife from his waistband, and charged towards Yang Chao. He knew in his heart, "These two are people the young master kept for his use. The young master should have finished the transaction. Judging from the young master's words, these two are either cops or very suspicious people. Could they be from the Xu mansion?" He dared not think too much. He only knew that the young master had instructed Han Kui to take good care of these two men and deal with them when he returned. He never expected things to develop like this.

Liu San held the knife in his hand, took a step, twisted his waist, and thrust straight at Yang Chao's left rib. He knew that Yang Chao was currently being tortured and had multiple injuries. In terms of physical strength and reaction, he was definitely no match for him. The climbing pry bar in Yang Chao's hand was not a threat to him. The basement room was not large, and Yang Chao's climbing pry bar could not be used with wide swings. He had to seize the opportunity, get close, and there would be countless opportunities to bleed him a little first.

Enraged, Liu San thrust his single-edged sword forward, only to hear a thud. Yang Chao, his right eye wide with surprise, froze. His hands, gripping the climbing pry bar, trembled; his thumbs, numb from being suspended for so long, were engorged and unable to hold on tightly. He had nearly lost his grip on the pry bar when he attacked Liu Si, and upon seeing Liu San charge, he immediately stepped back to try and deflect the sword's force. However, Liu San's pants had fallen to his feet and weren't off. In desperation, Liu San tried to use his speed to rush forward, but his pants tripped him. As the saying goes, "A big step can lead to a fall." Liu San never expected his pants to fail him at the crucial moment.

With a thud, Liu San fell flat on his face. Seeing this, Yang Chao was overjoyed and immediately swung his climbing pry bar at Liu San's feet. Liu San fell, but reacted quickly, changing his attack from a thrust to a swing, using his short knife to parry the descending pry bar. With a clang, Yang Chao's hand went numb, and the pry bar flew away. Liu San's raised short knife didn't lose its force; instead, it was forcefully absorbed by his wrist. With a "crack," Liu San felt his wrist dislocate, and a chill ran through him. Yang Chao knew this was the final moment. If he couldn't subdue Liu San immediately, Liu Si and Han Kui might wake up. He had to subdue Liu San immediately to rescue Li Qian. Without thinking, he pounced, pinning Liu San down and grabbing the fallen short knife. Liu San was pinned down, his wrist aching and sweating, while his erect penis pressed against Yang Chao's genitals. Yang Chao looked down and saw that the thug was still erect. He immediately changed his stance to kneeling and thrusting forward. The instant Liu San'er's groin was struck, he used one hand to grab Yang Chao's injured left eye and shoved his fingers inside. Yang Chao couldn't withstand the force, and his knee's power diminished, but the blow was still enough to inflict pain on Liu San'er.

The male genitals are one of the most sensitive parts of the body. Due to the nerve distribution in the testicles and the thick, tough tunica albuginea covering them, their size is strictly limited and they cannot be easily deformed. Therefore, the testicles are delicate organs that cannot be pinched or touched; they are extremely sensitive to pressure. Thus, if a man's perineum, including the penis, scrotum, and testicles, is struck heavily, he will writhe in pain, suffer unbearable agony, and may even faint from the pain, experiencing what is known as neurogenic shock. When the testicles are struck, they reflexively contract to lie flat against the perineum. Therefore, unless the impact is too severe, a slight movement will allow the retracted testicles to quickly return to their original position. Otherwise, if the testicles, which have been elevated due to external stimulation, remain in an abnormal position for an extended period, testicular torsion can cause blood vessel distortion, interruption of blood supply to the testicles, and prolonged ischemia, leading to testicular tissue necrosis.

Liu San'er felt countless stars and birds swirling in his vision. Signals transmitted from his central nervous system made him unable to cry out in pain. Yang Chao, enduring excruciating pain, used his hand to pry away Liu San's fingers stuck in his eye. He knew his left eye was definitely ruined, but survival was paramount. He saw the short knife beside Liu San'er's left hand. He pressed his left hand against Liu San's neck, leaning his upper body down, and reached for the knife with his right. However, the knife was just an inch away from his fingers. Enduring the pain under his left ribs, Yang Chao slowly shifted his weight to the right, his fingers finally touching the hilt.

Suddenly, he heard the door open not far behind him. Startled, Yang Chao turned around and felt a dark shadow rush towards him with a gust of wind. Before he could react, he cried out, "Ah..." He stared in astonishment at the short knife in his hand. A black steel bar, entirely black, with fish-scale patterns shimmering with a bluish-green light, pierced the back of his right hand. The instant Yang Chao could see it clearly, he felt a pair of strong hands grip his neck, twisting it to the right at an odd angle. With a "crack," as he fell to the ground, Yang Chao finally saw what was embedded in his hand. It wasn't a steel bar; it was a military dagger, a three-edged dagger, with four bold characters on it—"Defend the Homeland."

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