rst entered middle school, Ye Fimuo was in high school, either second or third year. He was such a brilliant person; if he were in high school at that time, he would definitely have been a prominent f...Ye Tianyu is 187 centimeters tall, standing straight and with an excellent figure. Whenever he wears black, his whole body exudes a ghostly and cold aura, making people feel intimidated, even when he wears a mask, this aura remains.

"Don't you believe me" Her voice was soft and hoarse, filled with despair. She tasted bitterness, knowing he wouldn't believe her. If he did, she wouldn't be subjected to such cruel torture. Ye Tianyu's eyes reflected a tiny image of her. He saw her fading breath, her disheveled appearance, yet his face remained emotionless.

Cruel, ruthless.

Ye Tianyu asked coldly, "Why"

"It wasn't me!"

Ye Tianyu remained expressionless, his gun pointed at Wen Jing's shoulder. He pulled the trigger, and a gunshot echoed through the interrogation room. The bullet struck Wen Jing's shoulder, causing her to bite her tongue in agony. The pain rapidly spread throughout her body. Ye Tianyu watched as blood flowed continuously from Wen Jing's shoulder, but he showed no reaction whatsoever.

Wen Jing bit her lip, enduring the pain, and said in a low voice, "It wasn't me!"

“I ask again, why” Ye Tianyu’s voice was as dead as a person, cold and hard, not even lifting his eyelids. He looked at her calmly. Her gaze was filled with sadness and despair. She straightened her back and did not show any timidity in front of him. She was just like the woman he had known before, proud and brave, even facing the gun and bullets from the person she loved, she didn’t show the slightest fear.

"It wasn't me!" Wenjing repeated those three words.

Ye Tianyu pulled the trigger again, the bullet hitting Wen Jing's other shoulder. Wen Jing cried out in pain and collapsed, falling unconscious. Ye Tianyu's pistol was powerful, no less so than a Desert Eagle. Two bullets fired consecutively like that into Wen Jing's body; she was already at death's door, even an iron man couldn't withstand it. Looking at Wen Jing who had fallen unconscious, Ye Tianyu felt a pang of heartache, the despair pressing down on his placid eyes.

Ye Kairan's death drove Ye Tianyu to madness, seeking revenge. Upon discovering Wen Jing was a traitor, Ye Tianyu regained his composure and sought to clear her name. Unexpectedly, he stumbled upon evidence of Wen Jing's guilt instead.

The love of his life, the one who killed his closest sister, was enough to drive Ye Tianyu mad, driving him completely insane.

He had always been strong-willed, but he couldn't accept this. If it were unintentional, it would be fine, but Wen Jing was deliberately doing this. Wen Jing was a traitor who killed his sister.

Even if thousands of knives were to pierce him, it wouldn't compare to the pain he felt.

Ye Tianyu lifted a bucket of salt water beside him and splashed it on Wen Jing. Wen Jing woke up with a scream. Her body was covered with countless wounds, and the blood under her body was blurred by the salt water, spreading a faint red all over the place. She looked like she had just been soaked in blood, terrifyingly so.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, she stared at the man before her with despair. She knew he was the highest leader of the first terrifying organization in the Middle East, she knew what this man represented, hatred accumulating bit by bit, he had actually fired two shots at her

Wen Jing gradually had a feeling that she couldn't escape today. Ye Tianyu wouldn't let her go. Wen Jing slowly calmed down, gathering her last ounce of courage, and said in a heavy voice, "Hei j, if you have the guts, just shoot me dead."

Ye Tianyu dangerously narrowed his eyes, he hated such provocations. Ye Tianyu's voice turned cold, "Do you think I dare not"

His gun was once again aimed at Wen Jing's chest. Driven by rage and despair, her chest heaved violently. Ye Tianyu's capacity for bearing pain surpassed that of Ye Ning, but right now, his hand trembled uncontrollably, as if he could not bring himself to pull the trigger.

Kill her!

Ye Tianyu kept telling himself in his heart, she should die, Wen Jing should die. If it weren't for her, Ke Ran wouldn't have died. Father and mother knew the truth, Wen Jing couldn't live either. It was better for him to solve her personally.

However, how could I bear it!

Even with a cold exterior, Ye Tianyu lost control because of the words "be calm." He almost roared as he looked up and fired two shots at Wenjing in anger. One shot hit her abdomen, and the other hit her thigh...

Everyone outside was terrified, but they didn't dare come in. They just watched helplessly as Ye Tianyu shot Wen Jing intermittently, four shots in total. Especially the one to her abdomen, which would likely kill her.

Wen Jing lowered her head, vaguely feeling blood flowing out continuously. This time, she didn't repeat "It wasn't me." She tried hard to raise her head and speak to Ye Tianyu, but her skull felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to lift at all.

Wen Jing was in great pain, she muttered to herself, "You will regret this."

You will surely regret this!

Today is her 18th birthday, perhaps also the day of her death.

Regret it Ye Tianyu sneered, he already regretted it, regretted falling in love with Wen Jing, regretted bringing her in. If it wasn't for his selfishness bringing Wen Jing in, she wouldn't have betrayed him. If it wasn't for his selfishness, Ke Lan wouldn't have died.

Perhaps there's another possibility.

Now, everything is gone. Ai's death forever stands between them, a silent barrier. Serenity is a taboo he can never touch again, the woman he hates most.

Wen Jing fainted again. Fang Luo, disregarding the danger, rushed in, "That's enough, that's enough, if you hit her again, she'll die."

Fangluo didn't know what to do. She hurriedly checked Wenjing's breath, and was taken aback. She looked at Ye Tianyu in panic, Zhang Mu Xing was extremely worried. None of them knew what to do. Ye Tianyu remained silent, and no one dared to move Wenjing.

Even in death, they dared not touch her.

Ye Tianyu looked like Yama, the king of hell, and they were all terrified.

Even when Ye Tianyu smiled, the smile was eerie, as if he were a judge from hell, born with an aura of darkness. Now, his expressionless face and cold demeanor terrified everyone into silence.

"Save her, don't let her die." Ye Tianyu said coldly. Zhang Mu hurried over and put down Wen Jing. Fan Yuan Yuan was a little unwilling. She felt that Wen Jing deserved to die, to fulfill Ke Lan's fate. But under orders, she could only go call the doctor.

The sound of footsteps and shouts for help were meaningless to Ye Tianyu. He dropped his weapon, climbed the stairs step by step, not even glancing at Wenjing on the ground. It felt as if one more look would make him do something he'd regret.

He was afraid he couldn't help himself, and would just hold her in his arms, cherishing her...

He never thought that one day his hands would strike Wenjing, he never thought that one day, his gun muzzle would be aimed at Wenjing...

The arrangements of fate are often cruel.

Ye Tianyu didn't expect that a more cruel reality was yet to come.

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