Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Golden Triangle.

In a basement full of debris, the surrounding air is cold and suffocating.

"Boss..." Sharan was ordered to go to the dark basement. At this moment, a man with a cold breath was sitting on a wooden chair.

The man lifted his deep eyelids and glanced at Sharan coldly, "How many products have been released recently?"

Sharan stood still, with obvious tension in every movement of his limbs.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and took out a recent delivery note from his chest pocket, with a detailed record on it.

"Boss, this is the details, look at it."

Every time I see Mu Beichen, Sharan will be nervous, even fearful.

After receiving the delivery order, Mu Beichen carefully looked at every recent transaction, and the amount was not small.

After a long time, he nodded in satisfaction and put the delivery note on the side table.

"Yes, keep it up."

Sure enough, it was the right choice to hand over the Golden Triangle to Sharan, and Mu Beichen really appreciated his business skills.

Sharan nodded slightly, and he did not dare to be proud in the face of such compliments.

In front of Mu Beichen, he must always remain cautious and humble.

Xia Lang glanced at the assistant behind her, her eyes flickered, and she motioned for the assistant to give things to Mu Beichen.

The assistant was a clever person, and immediately understood what Sharan meant, and walked forward with a portable password box, and put the password box on the table.

Sharan murmured: "Boss, this is the most recent trading profit."

Mu Beichen took the password box, entered the password, and opened the box to see that it was full of banknotes.

He raised his lips and closed the password box.

"You all go down, Sharan stays."

Mu Beichen put the lockbox back to its original position and looked straight at Sharan, with an evil, chilly black light in his eyes.

Others were ordered to retreat, not daring to stay longer for a moment.

Close the door, the light in the room dim.

Xia Lang lowered his head, not daring to look at Mu Beichen's eyes. The cold light in those eyes made him startled.

Being alone with Mu Beichen is simply the scariest thing in the world.

Sharan had already started to shrink and tremble.

"You seem to be very afraid of me?" Mu Beichen looked at his appearance and twitched the corners of his ridiculous lips.

Sharan's voice trembled slightly, "No, no."

"No?" Mu Beichen wiped his thin lips with his thumb, showing a sneer: "But I think you are obviously scared."

"I...I'm just nervous..." Sharan kept her head down.

He dared not admit his fear, nor dared to talk back to Mu Beichen.

Because this man controls his life.

Seeing a once-in-the-moment figure bowing to himself, Mu Beichen enjoyed this feeling very much.

He lay lazily on the chair, with a leisurely and relaxed posture, and slowly said: "Okay, I won't eat you again. If it's a man, he should show up a bit of a man's courage.

A trace of contempt flashed in Mu Beichen's eyes.

When Xia Lang heard the words, he only responded in a low voice: "Yes, I remembered it."

Mu Beichen didn't say anything about him. The Golden Triangle was well managed by Sharan, and he had no reason to scold him.

There was a moment of silence.

Mu Beichen took out a small box in his pocket. The bottle was a round white transparent box with a white pill inside.

"Come and take your medicine."

Mu Beichen's voice was cold and faint, but there was a murderous aura.

Sharan trembled physically and mentally when she saw the pill.

"Yes……"

Limbs began to weaken, and Xia Lang walked extremely hard every step. He resisted the tension and fear, came to Mu Beichen's face, and slowly stretched out his hand to get the transparent box.

That medicine is his nightmare.

Although he had tried hard to tell himself not to be nervous, his body was still unconsciously trembling crazily.

Opening the box shiveringly, Sharan took out the pills inside.

Because of the trembling of the fingers, the pill fell to the ground quickly.

Lifting his eyes, Mu Beichen's expression has cooled down, like the Lord Yan in hell, staring at you with that kind of death-like eyes.

Sharan's nerves tightened instantly, lying on the ground, apologizing while starting to look for pills: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

I have to apologize for such a small thing, which shows how much he is afraid of this man.

The light in the basement was too dim, and Xia Lang's cold hands fumbled back and forth on the ground, only to touch layers of choking dust.

Mu Beichen looked at him coldly, and didn't rebuke him immediately, but there was a wave of impatience and mockery in his eyes.

After a long while, Sharan saw pills.

Just under Mu Beichen's legs, Sha Lang was about to reach out for the pills, and Mu Beichen spoke.

"Eat with your mouth."

His voice is like a swamp that swallows people, and is drowning people's self-esteem little by little.

Sharan raised her eyes and looked at him, a sense of shame flashed across her heart.

He is not allowed to use his hands, Mu Beichen is trampling on his dignity.

But what can he do? This kind of thing is not once or twice.

Can't resist.

He cannot resist.

Reason slowly swallowed his last bit of self-esteem, and what was left was a rotten body.

Finally, Sharan leaned down.

He knelt in front of Mu Beichen, slowly lowered his head, and pounced towards the ground little by little.

When the thin, chapped lips touched the cold floor, Sharan only felt that he was no longer a flesh and blood person.

He is a lousy person.

From the outside to the inside, he was completely rotten.

Gently hold the pill, the surface of the pill is covered with a layer of dust, and it doesn't feel much in the mouth.

Sharan got up slowly, swallowed the pill in one breath, a feeling of dryness came, and Sharan's throat felt a little uncomfortable.

Then there was pain.

That kind of piercing pain.

The kind of pain that you don't want to have.

Sharan's internal organs seemed to be being attacked by something, and there was a flame in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Although it wasn't the first time to experience such a thing, Sharan felt that life was better than death in every experience.

Pain, endless pain...

Sharan struggled and rolled on the ground, every green vein seemed to burst open.

He told himself.

Half an hour.

Just get through it for half an hour.

Mu Beichen's expression was cold, just as he watched Sharan squirming like a maggot in front of him coldly, without any waves in his heart.

He likes to look at Sharan like this.

Oh no, I like to look at Xiao Mo like this.

This not only made him feel very excited, but also a sense of accomplishment.

The Seventh Master of a dignified political family, once a man in the business world, is now just an ant under his feet.

After taking his life back, but being so manipulated and manipulated by others, I really don't know if Xiao Mo is lucky or unfortunate?

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