Gently embracing Jennie, Bidegla could feel her fear and confusion. Any girl in her situation would not easily calm down. However, seeing the lingering despair on Jennie's pale face, Bidegla understood that today's events had struck her deeply. He sighed inwardly and refrained from offering words of comfort, knowing that a warm embrace might have more of an impact. All he could do was punish the sadistic man and seek revenge for Jennie.
The situation quickly escalated, and within twenty minutes, the same Bentley was parked outside the alley. Stuart Buzer walked over with a grim expression, accompanied by several henchmen. He had sensed the murderous intent in Bidegla's voice during their previous encounter, so this time, he brought along a number of his own men. However, upon seeing Bidegla and the figure lying in the corner, he immediately understood what had happened and realized he would have to clean up the mess once again.
"Buzer, take this man away, and try not to let him die, because I will make sure he suffers more than death," Bidegla spoke coldly, causing Stuart Buzer to nod and signal to one of his men to remove the black-clad individual.
"Don't worry, I won't let him die," Stuart Buzer replied before turning and leaving without asking any further questions.
Everything was clear, and he did not want to reopen any wounds. "Come, Jennie, I will take you home now," Bidegla said, picking her up without waiting for her response.
As they approached the entrance to the villa area, a security guard rushed out from the security room upon seeing Bidegla carrying Jennie. He had intended to ask Bidegla why he had run so fast earlier, but the fierce look in Bidegla's eyes made him immediately retract his question and thoughts.
"Keep an eye on the safety of Villa No. 11 at all times. If anything goes wrong, you can consider yourself out of a job," Bidegla warned before taking Jennie inside.
"Such a terrifying gaze," the security guard muttered to himself after Bidegla and Jennie had left, clearly shaken.
"Jennie, stay at home and rest today. If there is an emergency, call me, and I will come back immediately," Bidegla said coldly before leaving her room.
He called Stuart Buzer and was quickly connected. "Where are you?" he asked.
"At the New Sun Building. Someone will guide you here," Stuart Buzer replied calmly.
"I see," Bidegla said before hanging up and leaving the villa. The security guard, upon seeing Bidegla's dark expression once again, was startled but did not dare to approach him, instead closing his eyes and letting him pass.
This man was definitely not ordinary, as his presence always made the guard feel on edge, as if he could be condemned to hell at any moment.
Arriving at the entrance to the New Sun Building, a man dressed as one of Stuart Buzer's henchmen approached Bidegla and said, "Mr. Gla, the boss asked me to wait for you here."
"Lead the way," Bidegla said calmly.
Finally, amidst the stares of many henchmen, Bidegla entered the basement of the New Sun Building, where numerous rooms housed various unsavory characters exuding a fierce aura.
Many unspeakable deeds are accomplished here, making it a veritable clandestine stronghold. Beneath the glossy surface of the New Yang Building, one would never suspect the existence of such a place.
Led by his subordinate, Bidegla was brought into a pitch-black chamber, where he immediately spotted the black-clad figure bound to a chair.
The man in black was now covered in blood, securely bound with ropes, rendering him utterly immobile, like a dumpling.
"Ah, you've arrived." Upon seeing Bidegla, Stuart Buzer hastily leapt from the table, discarding his cigarette butt.
"Is he dead?" Bidegla inquired slowly, gazing at the motionless, bowed figure in black.
"No, with me here, I couldn't possibly allow him to die so easily. Bring me some water," Stuart Buzer shouted, and immediately, a henchman brought over a basin of cold water, complete with floating ice cubes.
"Pour it on him," Stuart Buzer ordered calmly, without a hint of change in his expression.
"Yes, sir." Without the slightest hesitation, the henchman poured the bone-chilling ice water all over the black-clad figure, who was already in a state of semi-consciousness. But now, after this sudden stimulation, he was instantly roused, catching sight of Bidegla and the others.
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"How should we deal with him?" Stuart Buzer inquired, his eyes glinting malevolently.
"Don't worry, I will ensure that he faces the consequences," Bidegla replied, his demeanor chillingly composed.
However, Stuart Buzer could tell that Bidegla was genuinely incensed, and the former cast a gloating expression at the black-clad man, producing a bowl of melon seeds seemingly out of nowhere, as if preparing to watch a show.
"Hmph, captured at your hands, I surrender," the black-clad man said upon seeing Bidegla, resigned to his fate.
To this, Bidegla chuckled and replied, "Now you want to beg for mercy? Don't you think it's a little too late?"
At this point, Bidegla's expression turned icy, and he brandished a knife that he had recently wrested from the man.
This man had sought to threaten Jennie Laura with a knife, and now Bidegla intended to use that very knife to torment him, inflicting a pain so severe that he would be unable to beg for death.
Undeniably, his methods might be excruciatingly cruel, but the thought of Jennie Laura nearly being dishonored, or worse, driven to suicide, filled Bidegla's heart with an irrepressible desire for vengeance.
Without a word, even before the black-clad man had a chance to react, he saw a flash of white light, and then felt a cold sensation in his chest - a long, gaping wound had been slashed open, exposing flesh and blood.
Bidegla's movements were incredibly swift, so much so that the black-clad man, in that moment, had not even registered the pain of his chest being slashed open. But moments later, he grimaced, the intense agony overwhelming his senses, nearly driving him to howl in pain.
Yet he refrained from making a sound, knowing that doing so would only further excite Bidegla.
This was a classic case of deriving pleasure from another's suffering.
Seeing the black-clad man remain eerily silent, Bidegla was momentarily taken aback. However, consumed by his raging fury, he paid no heed to this subtle change, driving the knife down once more - this time, with even greater ferocity, tearing open flesh to reveal bone underneath.
Meanwhile, behind Bidegla, Stuart Buzer, who had been casually munching on melon seeds, now hastily discarded them, feeling a wave of revulsion and a shiver coursing through his body.
On the surface, Bidegla exuded an air of refinement, but no one could have imagined that beneath that facade lay such brutality. This was an unprecedented level of ruthlessness.
Although he has taken lives before, and not just one, the idea of torturing someone like Bidegla, inflicting unbearable pain without causing immediate death, is something he has never done. After all, such torture is truly heinous.
He wanted to stop Bidegla, even give him a quick death, but when he felt the coldness in Bidegla's eyes, the words caught in his throat. He could tell that this time, the man in black had truly offended Bidegla. Wanting to violate his woman, it was enough to enrage any normal man.
No longer wanting to stop Bidegla, he simply turned away, unwilling to witness the gruesome scene. "If you have the guts, then kill me," the man in black growled, his voice filled with agony.
"From the moment you hurt her, I will not let you die easily. I will make you suffer, just as I promised!" Bidegla's words were accompanied by the unique sound of blades cutting through flesh.
He didn't need to think to know that Bidegla was at it again. Disgusting! Even the underworld boss, Stuart Buzer, couldn't bear to watch. His men, even more so, were overcome with nausea.
These people had seen blood before, and some had even taken lives, but witnessing Bidegla's brutal methods made them all feel as cold as ice. Bidegla was like a grim reaper, calmly using his blade on others' bodies without batting an eyelid.
This horrifying figure, even the members of the underworld were afraid of him. Is he still human?
"Bidegla, don't let him die here. It's bad luck," Stuart Buzer couldn't help but speak out, feeling reluctant.
"Don't worry, I won't kill him," Bidegla said, his lips curving into a strange smile that sent shivers down Stuart Buzer's spine.
He only saw Bidegla, at that moment, as if he had gone mad, the blades continuously falling on the man in black. In the blink of an eye, Bidegla had made dozens of cuts, so fast that Stuart Buzer couldn't keep up.
"Brother Buzer, please give him some strength to keep him alive," Bidegla casually said as he dropped the knife to the ground.
"Are you going to torture him?" Stuart Buzer's eyes widened, as if he was seeing Bidegla for the first time.
"No need for torture," Bidegla shook his head, then glanced at the man in black who was struggling to breathe, saying, "I will hand him over to the police. I won't just make him suffer, but I will also ruin his reputation!"
Bidegla's words were calm, but Stuart Buzer, as the listener, was secretly amazed. It seems that his junior brother is not someone to be trifled with, so ruthless, even more so than when he was younger.
However, after seeing the man in black clearly on the verge of death, he eventually stepped in. After all, since the construction of the New Yang Building, no one had ever died, so letting him die here would truly be a bad omen.
He had become a disciple of the feared Gu Jianchou long before Bidegla, so even though he had not truly learned the art of medicine, he still had a trick or two up his sleeve.
Under his treatment, the injuries of the man in black were stabilized, at least preventing him from dying in the short term.
Taking out his phone, Bidegla dialed the number of that crazy woman, Shina Macai, who had been searching for the whereabouts of this man in black. Now, Bidegla would consider it a gift to give this pervert to her.
The call connected, and the sound of Shina Macai's weak and breathless voice came through the phone. "Who is this?" she asked, clearly exhausted.
"It's me," Bidegla said, knowing that this crazy woman probably didn't have his phone number.
With the number he dialed just now, it was the same number he had retrieved from Jennie Laura's phone when he left the house earlier.
Jennie Laura is now so deeply hurt, perhaps Shina Macai could go and offer her some comfort.