Murong Rong and Tang En stood in front of him with their hands down, holding their breath and concentrating.
Before he speaks, it is best to stand obediently and wait for him to speak. If anyone dares to talk too much to disturb his meditation, he will make him speechless for the rest of his life.
"Why are you here?" He asked softly with his eyes half closed.
Murong Rong said respectfully: "I was delayed on the way."
"What's the delay?"
"Raymond, who worked with us last time from the Dashan Consortium, came to ask me about hard drives."
There was electronic surveillance in the parking lot, and she didn't think Raymond's interception of her there could escape the president's eyes.
In front of the president, only by telling the truth can you stay safe.
As for how honest you are, it depends on whether you are smart enough.
After hearing Murong Rong's answer, the president did not ask any more questions, obviously not caring about what happened next. "Tang En told me how you sneaked into Huayuan. Are you really similar to Yin Zai's wife?"
The president slowly opened his eyes, his sinister purple eyes staring at Murong Rong sinisterly.
Normally, Murong Rong might have appeared panicked and uneasy under his gaze, but at this moment, she held the lives of her closest relatives in her hands, and the protection of her relatives made her transcend the fear in her heart.
She said calmly, "Yes. Tang En told me before that I look very similar to Yin Zai's wife Ouyang Xiyu. I didn't believe it at first, but when we met that day, I realized that we are indeed very similar."
The president's sinister eyes lingered on Murong Rong for a moment, then turned to Tang En, "Is this really true?"
Tang En nodded and replied: "Yes, when I went to bomb the Yinyuan eight years ago, I saw Ouyang Xiyu, so I have always had an impression."
The president nodded slightly and pondered for a while, "Although the two of you look similar, it is obvious that Yin Zai distinguished your differences and made mistakes, so you came back with fake information. I don't care about the process. This mission
As a result, you have failed."
Murong Rong was shocked, "President, the fault of this mission is mine. If you want to punish me, you can punish me, but don't implicate others..."
Tang En took a step forward, "President, this plan was all designed by me. All the blame lies with me. Please punish me, President. It has nothing to do with Helen! And Helen contributed the most to this mission..."
"What I always value is the result, not the process."
The president looked at Murong Rong indifferently and said, "Go to the execution room to receive twenty lashes."
Tang En's face suddenly changed.
Murong Rong, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. No one else was harmed and his hands and feet could be saved. This punishment was already very light for the disciple who failed the mission. "Thank you, President."
Murong Rong withdrew, returned to Dongrong Club, walked to the execution room, and received his punishment from the person in charge of punishment.
The torturer was a tall, strong man with muscles all over his body. He looked like a powerful guy.
The whip in his hand was a steel whip that was almost half as thick as Murong Rong's fist. When he waved the steel whip, a wooden bench in the execution room broke.
With such a thick steel whip and such a strong wrist, I am afraid that if Murong Rong was hit with twenty lashes, he would be crippled even if he died.
Murong Rong lay on the wooden bench, holding the edge of the board tightly with both hands, and kept saying in her heart: Soon, the twenty lashes will be over in one go, and after the beating, he can rush back to cook for Yuan'er.
The long whip was swung, and there was a dull sound.
Murong Rong felt that all the bones in her back were broken, and the pain was burning, as if the back was no longer hers.
The long whip was swung again, and there was another dull sound.
Murong Rong couldn't help but groan in pain, and thick cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The faces of her brother and son appeared in front of her. In order to see them again, she would definitely survive!
The whip was raised again, the door of the execution room was pushed open, and a beautiful woman in a white dress walked in.
The man holding the whip and the steward quickly came up and saluted her.
She frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on Murong Rong, whose back was covered in blood and flesh on the wooden bench.
"Let's stop here today and pay the rest on credit."
The steward in the execution room did not dare not listen to the woman's words. He took a notebook and wrote down the punishment of eighteen lashes that Murong still owed.
Murong Rong raised his head and smiled at her, "Thank you, Pavilion Master."
The master of the pavilion asked two female disciples to carry Murong to the Beauty Pavilion and placed him in the attic where Murong used to live. The master of the pavilion took the ointment from the medicine cabinet, took a pair of sharp scissors and a long camera, and first
The tattered clothes on Murong Rong's back were cut bit by bit.
There were some pieces of clothing that had been whipped into the flesh, and were completely blurred with the flesh and blood.
The master of the pavilion took the camera, took out the pieces of clothing, and sprinkled powder to stop the bleeding.