Ji Xinghui was about to collapse. He had been fine all afternoon, but suddenly he fell into disarray.
He was grabbed by the collar by the big man Wang Qi, and the intense pressure made him tremble all over.
The wounds on his face that had just been scratched were still aching, indicating that if he was beaten again, his thin body would not be able to bear it, and his ribs might be broken.
But he couldn't do such disgusting things in front of so many people.
After being a young master of a wealthy family for so many years, if he acted like picking up soap, he might as well just die.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Wang Qi used his hand on his collar to lift his whole body hard, "I'll give you three seconds, choose now."
Ji Xinghui shook his head. He didn't want to be left or right, "I don't choose, I don't choose either. Please let me go. I didn't lie. I will definitely be able to bring down that brat Ji Yuting and make him irrecoverable!"
Wang Qi sneered and said softly, "You are a powerless and idle young master who can't even fight me. You still want to fight Ji Yuting. You have been bossing me around all afternoon. Are you really treating me like a monkey?"
He threw Ji Xinghui heavily to the ground, ordered his younger brother to restrain Ji Xinghui, pressed him against the wall, and suppressed him tightly.
"Since Master Ji doesn't choose, then I'll help you choose. If you want both, I'll let you perform first, and then I'll beat you."
"No!" Ji Xinghui could clearly feel someone undoing the waistband of his pants.
Completely unable to face the hellish outcome that followed, he roared at the top of his lungs: "I am the young master of the Ji family, one of the three wealthy families in S City. Although my father was deprived of power by Ji Yuting, he was also a leader who once competed for power.
If you dare to do this to me, he will not let you go!"
Wang Qi raised his hand and punched him hard on the cheek, beating him so badly that he could not find his way around until there were stars in his eyes.
"You have been thrown into the detention room by Ji Yuting, who cares about you? I am not afraid of intimidation. You have to obey even if you don't want to!"
Seeing his trousers slipping down, Ji Xinghui almost collapsed and despaired.
A crowd of cheering voices surrounded him, and everyone in the cell was watching the excitement, seeming to be happy to see the aristocratic young master of a wealthy family being humiliated like this.
Ji Xinghui was so ashamed and angry that he screamed and struggled in vain.
With Wang Qi's laughter, he was about to be forced to perform in public.
Clang clang clang!
The police officer stood outside the corridor and knocked on the iron door of the cell with an electric baton.
The group of troublemakers instantly calmed down, and Wang Qi also sat down in the corner in an orderly manner.
Ji Xinghui was so sad and angry that he quickly picked up his trousers and put them on without turning around to look at the door.
There was fog on his gold-rimmed glasses, and he was sobbing in his chest. He wiped it with his sleeve, only to realize that he was scared to tears.
It was almost impossible that he, the young master of the Ji family, would never see anyone again.
It will leave an indelible shame for a lifetime.
The police officer focused his attention on Ji Xinghui. Even if the other group of people evacuated in time, he could still guess what was going on inside.
He used the electric baton to knock on the cell door again and reminded him carefully: "Master Yu said that although Ji Xinghui is a scum of the family, he is a descendant of the Ji family after all. If anyone dares to insult him, Master Yu will definitely let him enter the country with his head turned upside down."
Adjust the situation and carry it out sideways."
The big man Wang Qi, with a smile on his face, was very flattering, "Yes, yes, we will not bully Master Ji, don't worry."
The police officer sighed with satisfaction, turned around and left.
Just after taking two steps, he thought of something, turned back, and added: "People like Ji Xinghui really deserve a beating. Master Yu said he couldn't be bullied, but he didn't say he couldn't be beaten. Just be careful and don't beat him seriously."
Wang Qi's eyes lit up, "I understand."
One sentence instantly plunged Ji Xinghui into despair again.
As soon as the police officer left, he instantly felt the unfriendly atmosphere coming from the cell. Wang Qi and several other boys stared at him eagerly, with excitement in their eyes as they regarded him as a punching bag.
"No, no!!"
Ji Xinghui held his head in defense.
As he screamed and begged for mercy, Wang Qi personally gave him a meal with a bruise on his nose and face.
He huddled pitifully against the wall, and one of his teeth was knocked out. No matter how hard he tried to dodge, those fists would always hit him accurately, causing terrible pain.
After half an hour of caring, Wang Qi let him go temporarily.
After all, Ji Yuting had spoken. He could not be seriously injured or humiliated. The police officers were obviously keeping an eye on this cell. They had to control their emotions and not go overboard.
The heavy rain of punches and kicks finally stopped, and Ji Xinghui's former image of an elegant young man no longer existed. His nose, tears, and blood were all stuck together, making him very embarrassed.
He was screaming in pain all over his body, squatting by the wall and shaking, feeling even more helpless than before when he was being whipped.