Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling
Author: Onepay
Chapter 243 - 242: Iâm Not Done Playing Yet
This specially crafted horsewhip, when lashed onto a person, causes the skin to rip and the flesh to burst in agony. Those who have been lashed can attest to its pain.
Yang Family Master, due to last nightâs injuries, had already come down with a high fever, his entire being dazed and confused.
Now, with a lash from Yun Ran, a look of pain immediately surged on his face.
Following closely, Yun Ranâs second lash struck, sweeping in the completely opposite direction to the first.
By this moment, two deep gashes had formed on Yang Family Masterâs face, his previously righteous and dignified appearance utterly ruined.
After delivering two consecutive lashes, Yun Ranâs irritation from getting out of bed had subsided slightly.
However, she had no intention of letting off the person before her so easily.
The mutilation from last night and the two lashes this morning were just appetizers.
Having just swung the whip twice, Yun Ranâs stomach began growling again; she usually ate breakfast at this time.
Unfortunately, this dungeon was equipped with signal jamming devices, so even if Yun Ran had her phone, she couldnât contact anyone outside, leaving her no choice but to wait.
Yun Ran had made an arrangement with the bodyguard last night that she would stay put for the next two days, planning to have a proper face-off with Yang Family Master in this dungeon.
And the bodyguard would come on time to deliver three meals a day.
As for whether anyone would notice the absence of Yang Family Master during this period, that was beyond her concern.
Yun Ran waited a little longer until she heard footsteps approaching, and soon, she saw a familiar figure.
In his hand, he carried several large containers, and a smile immediately spread across Yun Ranâs face.
This setupâbeing able to torture scum and having someone specially deliver food and drinksâwas quite nice.
The bodyguard quickly approached, and upon seeing the chains on Yun Ranâs limbs, his expression turned somewhat unsightly.
Especially when he noticed the slight redness on Yun Ranâs wrists from chafing.
The bodyguard pursed his lips and, deciding against saying anything, silently opened the food container, filled with all of Yun Ranâs favorite dishes.
Yun Ran didnât stand on ceremony; she sat down on the spot and began eating.
After having her fill, she noticed the bodyguardâs gaze fixed on Yang Family Master, who was lying on the ground displaying a pained expression but hadnât regained consciousness.
Yun Ran looked at him and said with a smile, "Youâre not feeling sorry for him, are you?"
The bodyguard shook his head: "No, I just didnât expect that this person, known as a philanthropist to the outside world, would have such a side."
His gaze fell upon the video camera nearby, and without guessing, it was obvious what it was for.
A deep disgust immediately surfaced in the bodyguardâs eyes.
Even though he only had a son and no daughters, seeing such atrocities, he almost couldnât help wanting to take action.
But he knew clearly, under these circumstances, he couldnât lay a finger on him.
If he did, and someone caught a handle on it, it would be greatly disadvantageous for them later on.
"Alright, youâd better hurry up and leave now; there are quite a few eyes on us right now. Donât let anyone catch you here, or itâll be hard to argue later."
Of course, Yun Ran was just saying so; even if someone really caught her in the act, she wasnât afraid.
The bodyguard took note that Yun Ranâs complexion was still good, confirming she was all right, nodded, and then left with the items.
He had to go back and prepare lunch for Yun Ran, ensuring that she would eat and drink well for the next two days.
Watching the bodyguard leave, Yun Ran reached into her bag and fished out a pill.
The pill was rudely shoved into Yang Family Masterâs mouth, clearly not to save him, but to wake him up.
Whatâs the point of whipping him while heâs unconscious?
Of course, it is to make him clearly feel the physical torment and the despair of having no escape, only then can Yun Ranâs deep-seated hatred be appeased.
Soon, Yang Family Master woke up, his mind painfully aware of his predicament.
The pain in his body, his broken fingers, fractured legs, and the ankle that Yun Ran had crushed underfoot, all told him that he had no chance of escape.
Watching Yun Ran looking at him with a sinister smile, the whip still swinging in her hand.
A hint of terror immediately flashed in Yang Family Masterâs eyes.
Maybe it was the fever, but Yang Family Master felt like he didnât even have the strength to speak.
His tongue was stiff, and his eyes, looking at Yun Ran, were filled with deep panic and pleading.
He clearly wanted to ask Yun Ran to spare him, but how could Yun Ran possibly let him go?
Yun Ran squatted down with a smile, the chains that bound her limbs rattling at that moment.
This sound used to be Yang Family Masterâs favorite.
He enjoyed watching others struggle while they were bound and unable to flee, the despair that ensued from that sound.
Back then, he felt like the master of othersâ fates.
But now, hearing that rattling sound made his body tremble uncontrollably, as if Yun Ran was King Yan coming to take his life.
Yang Family Masterâs voice was hoarse and low, he stutteringly said, "Spare... spare me... please spare me..."
"That wonât do, Iâm not done playing yet."
Yun Ran flicked her whip, then lashed out fiercely again.
Yang Family Master felt a tearing pain all over his body, making him afraid to even breathe too deeply.
And the worst part was he couldnât even pass out now, his mind acutely aware of such pain.
Yun Ran whipped Yang Family Master over and over, until his white shirt was stained with splashes of blood,
Only then did she stop.
Not because she ran out of strength, but because it had reached a critical point; any more, and Yang Family Master might not be able to catch his next breath.
She stopped to avoid any accidents.
Looking at Yang Family Masterâs wretched screaming figure, a bright smile finally spread on Yun Ranâs face.
Yang Family Master couldnât understand why Yun Ran was treating him so cruelly.
Even though he never voiced this question, Yun Ran easily read the inquiry in his eyes.
In this dungeon, it was just the two of them.
If it were another time, Yun Ran might not be in the mood to explain slowly.
But now she had all the time in the world, so Yun Ran sat down on the ground, propped her chin in her hand,
And said with a smile, "Whatâs not to understand? Isnât this precisely what you used to do? What, the whip that excited you when it hit others now brings you pain when it lands on yourself? Shall I count for you how many people youâve harmed?"
Speaking, Yun Ran began to recite the names of the girls who had been harmed by Yang Family Master and the list of their familiesâthese were blatant proofs of his crimes!
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Yang Family Master, due to last nightâs injuries, had already come down with a high fever, his entire being dazed and confused.
Now, with a lash from Yun Ran, a look of pain immediately surged on his face.
Following closely, Yun Ranâs second lash struck, sweeping in the completely opposite direction to the first.
By this moment, two deep gashes had formed on Yang Family Masterâs face, his previously righteous and dignified appearance utterly ruined.
After delivering two consecutive lashes, Yun Ranâs irritation from getting out of bed had subsided slightly.
However, she had no intention of letting off the person before her so easily.
The mutilation from last night and the two lashes this morning were just appetizers.
Having just swung the whip twice, Yun Ranâs stomach began growling again; she usually ate breakfast at this time.
Unfortunately, this dungeon was equipped with signal jamming devices, so even if Yun Ran had her phone, she couldnât contact anyone outside, leaving her no choice but to wait.
Yun Ran had made an arrangement with the bodyguard last night that she would stay put for the next two days, planning to have a proper face-off with Yang Family Master in this dungeon.
And the bodyguard would come on time to deliver three meals a day.
As for whether anyone would notice the absence of Yang Family Master during this period, that was beyond her concern.
Yun Ran waited a little longer until she heard footsteps approaching, and soon, she saw a familiar figure.
In his hand, he carried several large containers, and a smile immediately spread across Yun Ranâs face.
This setupâbeing able to torture scum and having someone specially deliver food and drinksâwas quite nice.
The bodyguard quickly approached, and upon seeing the chains on Yun Ranâs limbs, his expression turned somewhat unsightly.
Especially when he noticed the slight redness on Yun Ranâs wrists from chafing.
The bodyguard pursed his lips and, deciding against saying anything, silently opened the food container, filled with all of Yun Ranâs favorite dishes.
Yun Ran didnât stand on ceremony; she sat down on the spot and began eating.
After having her fill, she noticed the bodyguardâs gaze fixed on Yang Family Master, who was lying on the ground displaying a pained expression but hadnât regained consciousness.
Yun Ran looked at him and said with a smile, "Youâre not feeling sorry for him, are you?"
The bodyguard shook his head: "No, I just didnât expect that this person, known as a philanthropist to the outside world, would have such a side."
His gaze fell upon the video camera nearby, and without guessing, it was obvious what it was for.
A deep disgust immediately surfaced in the bodyguardâs eyes.
Even though he only had a son and no daughters, seeing such atrocities, he almost couldnât help wanting to take action.
But he knew clearly, under these circumstances, he couldnât lay a finger on him.
If he did, and someone caught a handle on it, it would be greatly disadvantageous for them later on.
"Alright, youâd better hurry up and leave now; there are quite a few eyes on us right now. Donât let anyone catch you here, or itâll be hard to argue later."
Of course, Yun Ran was just saying so; even if someone really caught her in the act, she wasnât afraid.
The bodyguard took note that Yun Ranâs complexion was still good, confirming she was all right, nodded, and then left with the items.
He had to go back and prepare lunch for Yun Ran, ensuring that she would eat and drink well for the next two days.
Watching the bodyguard leave, Yun Ran reached into her bag and fished out a pill.
The pill was rudely shoved into Yang Family Masterâs mouth, clearly not to save him, but to wake him up.
Whatâs the point of whipping him while heâs unconscious?
Of course, it is to make him clearly feel the physical torment and the despair of having no escape, only then can Yun Ranâs deep-seated hatred be appeased.
Soon, Yang Family Master woke up, his mind painfully aware of his predicament.
The pain in his body, his broken fingers, fractured legs, and the ankle that Yun Ran had crushed underfoot, all told him that he had no chance of escape.
Watching Yun Ran looking at him with a sinister smile, the whip still swinging in her hand.
A hint of terror immediately flashed in Yang Family Masterâs eyes.
Maybe it was the fever, but Yang Family Master felt like he didnât even have the strength to speak.
His tongue was stiff, and his eyes, looking at Yun Ran, were filled with deep panic and pleading.
He clearly wanted to ask Yun Ran to spare him, but how could Yun Ran possibly let him go?
Yun Ran squatted down with a smile, the chains that bound her limbs rattling at that moment.
This sound used to be Yang Family Masterâs favorite.
He enjoyed watching others struggle while they were bound and unable to flee, the despair that ensued from that sound.
Back then, he felt like the master of othersâ fates.
But now, hearing that rattling sound made his body tremble uncontrollably, as if Yun Ran was King Yan coming to take his life.
Yang Family Masterâs voice was hoarse and low, he stutteringly said, "Spare... spare me... please spare me..."
"That wonât do, Iâm not done playing yet."
Yun Ran flicked her whip, then lashed out fiercely again.
Yang Family Master felt a tearing pain all over his body, making him afraid to even breathe too deeply.
And the worst part was he couldnât even pass out now, his mind acutely aware of such pain.
Yun Ran whipped Yang Family Master over and over, until his white shirt was stained with splashes of blood,
Only then did she stop.
Not because she ran out of strength, but because it had reached a critical point; any more, and Yang Family Master might not be able to catch his next breath.
She stopped to avoid any accidents.
Looking at Yang Family Masterâs wretched screaming figure, a bright smile finally spread on Yun Ranâs face.
Yang Family Master couldnât understand why Yun Ran was treating him so cruelly.
Even though he never voiced this question, Yun Ran easily read the inquiry in his eyes.
In this dungeon, it was just the two of them.
If it were another time, Yun Ran might not be in the mood to explain slowly.
But now she had all the time in the world, so Yun Ran sat down on the ground, propped her chin in her hand,
And said with a smile, "Whatâs not to understand? Isnât this precisely what you used to do? What, the whip that excited you when it hit others now brings you pain when it lands on yourself? Shall I count for you how many people youâve harmed?"
Speaking, Yun Ran began to recite the names of the girls who had been harmed by Yang Family Master and the list of their familiesâthese were blatant proofs of his crimes!
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