Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

He promised that Mu Beichen's matter should be done as soon as possible, and Lu Zixuan did not dare to delay time. He made an appointment with his friend and wanted to implement the matter as soon as possible.

Mu Beichen has already sent him the design drawings, and he only needs to send the materials.

Lu Zixuan played ball with his friends. He first greeted a few words and talked about the daily routine, and then gradually moved into the theme, hoping to get help from his friends.

These friends of his are all bosses of construction materials companies.

Several bosses heard that Lu Zixuan needed materials to build the palace, and they readily agreed and gave Lu Zixuan a big discount.

The material issue was resolved, and Lu Zixuan immediately sent a text message to Mu Beichen.

This batch of materials will be transported in ten times. Lanzhou and Xizhou are not far away, and it will take about one week to ship by Hainan Airlines.

Xizhou country.

When Mu Beichen received the information, he felt that Lu Zixuan's efficiency was still quite high. The next moment, Mu Beichen's account was credited to 1.3 billion.

Lu Zixuan did everything he promised.

Next, he just needs to build the palace well.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Lu Zixuan who helped him fulfill his dream. Mu Beichen now has a great change in this person.

He and Lu Zixuan are now sure that they are in the same way.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

Mu Beichen glanced at the door, "Go in."

A subordinate in a blue uniform walked in slowly, "Don, Mr. Midley is here."

Mu Beichen's eyebrows tightened, and his heart immediately lifted up.

He looked at the door.

Entering the eyes, he is a man with a strong aura.

A black face, two sword eyebrows are inserted diagonally into the temple, a pair of gray eyes look forward to alive, their eyes are decisive and capable.

At a glance, he knew that this was a resolute man.

"Brother, you are here."

Mu Beichen immediately got up and went to meet him.

The language he speaks is Lanzhou.

The man standing in front of him was a dark-skinned black man.

Midley gave him a cold look, walked to the seat and sat down, leaning Erlang's legs, and staring at Mu Beichen in front of him.

"Why don't you come to see me when you come back?"

Midley's voice carried a gloomy chill, as if it could drag people into hell.

Mu Beichen stood in front of him, cleverly like a child, "I am going to see you."

He dared not look into Midley's eyes.

Midley licked his lower lip, looked at Mu Beichen's expression, and sneered.

He looked at his men and motioned to his men to step back.

The door closed.

There are only two people left in the room.

"Sit down." Midley looked cold.

Mu Beichen sat down, somewhat unnatural.

Every time he faced this man, he couldn't calm down.

"Still so afraid of me?" Midley stared at Mu Beichen and said directly.

Mu Beichen shook his head, "No, no."

Obviously lied, Midley didn't like men who lied.

"what--"

Suddenly, he slammed Mu Beichen's neck, and Mu Beichen let out a painful cry.

"Does it hurt?" Midley asked.

Mu Beichen was pinched out of breath, unable to speak at all.

Midley admired his expression, as if admiring a dying animal.

When Mu Beichen's complexion turned red to purple, Midley was willing to let go.

Mu Beichen clutched his neck, gasping for breath.

Midley had a black line on his face, "Say, what happened in the imperial capital?"

"No...Noen is gone..." Mu Beichen's voice trembled, "I...I failed in revenge."

When Midley heard the words, his face was even more ugly, and he cursed, "Trash."

"I'm sorry, I'm useless." Mu Beichen buried his head lower.

Midley wanted to curse, but he resisted it.

"Tomorrow, come here to receive the punishment."

Midley got up, dropped these words and left.

——

The next day, Mu Beichen came to a magnificent palace.

In front of the palace, there were bodyguards and guards in uniform.

Midley is the king of this palace.

Entering the palace, Mu Beichen was taken to a room full of weapons.

At this moment, Midley was sitting on a throne, looking at him gloomily.

Mu Beichen felt the weight of the road under his feet, and he walked up to Midley with difficulty.

Kneel down.

Midley looked down at him, slightly bent over and stretched out his hand to lift Mu Beichen's chin.

He smiled evilly.

"Am I being too kind to you? That's why you're a little fluttering now. If you can't do such a small thing, what else can you do?"

Mu Beichen returned to the imperial capital, not only to go back for revenge, but also to take the mission.

But his revenge failed, so even the mission failed.

Midley was very dissatisfied with his performance, very very dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Beichen apologized.

He knew that no matter how many explanations were given, he would be pale, so he might as well admit his mistakes directly.

In front of this man, he has no right to speak, nor human dignity.

"Sorry, it's over?" Midley squinted slightly, letting go of his chin, "Tang Qing, you must be punished."

In Midley's eyes, Mu Beichen is not Mu Beichen.

But Tang Qing.

He is the person he hates most.

"I am willing to be punished."

Mu Beichen did not resist, he knew it was useless to resist.

He has been controlled by this man for many years and will never be able to escape.

"Okay, you have the backbone, knowing that you are wrong and punished, I like you like this."

Midley Huo Ran got up and scanned the cold weapon hanging on the wall.

Slender fingers stroked the weapon, and there was a chill from Midley's palm, and finally he chose a long whip full of iron thorns.

Holding the long whip, he walked behind Mu Beichen.

"Bah—"

The whip fell, and the double pain hit Mu Beichen's skin and nerves.

The whip fell on the skin as a blood-red mark, and the iron thorn pierced into the flesh, it is better to die than life.

The moment the whip was pulled up, every iron thorn carried bright red blood.

Bloody flowers splattered everywhere, like petals dotted with expensive carpets.

Midley fought vigorously, "Call me."

"elder brother……"

"Call again."

"elder brother……"

Midley is like an extreme lunatic, enjoying the pleasure of punishing Mu Beichen.

"Tell me who you are."

Mu Beichen gritted his teeth, "I am Tang Qing."

This is not his name, but he has to carry it by heart.

He is suffering for Tang Qing.

And he is also willing to suffer this.

"Very good, call again."

Midley likes Mu Beichen who is obedient like this, which makes his body and mind feel a kind of pleasure.

He bases his happiness on Mu Beichen's pain.

"elder brother……"

"Always call."

"Brother...brother...brother..."

Mu Beichen was beaten up and covered in flesh.

He kept calling Midley.

I don't know how long it took, and he suddenly fainted.

The carpet is full of his blood.

Seeing Mu Beichen fainted, Midley threw away the whip.

He summoned his subordinates and let people send the bloody Mu Beichen back.

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