The Mafia King's First Love

Chapter 593 Li Dong's end

　　Mingshen sneered. "That's why I am worried for the fate of your babies. Look, their mother is so dumb as to questioning my motives. When did I have a kind heart to save anybody out of kindness? You are getting dumber and dumber."

　　Her gaze darkened. "Oh yeah? Then why did you save sis? Why did you let her out of this lab if that wasn't your kindness? Wasn't sis Wei's enemy and just your research subject?"

　　His eyes sparkled like diamonds with the mention of Jia. "That shit was before. I was an idiot. I was blinded by someone's debt."

　　She shook. "...Is there anybody in this world who can put YOU, YANG MINGSHEN in debt? Is that possible? And how is that person still alive?"

　　"That's a long story~"

　　Lihua recalled Bojing confessing the truth about Jia. "That woman is still in a coma?"

　　Mingshen narrowed his eyes. "Seems like my assistant has babbled on a lot of stuff to you."

　　"You were going to put sis's heart in her chest, didn't you?" Her sharp eyes looked at him with accusations.

　　He waved his hand. "Like I said, that was when I was blinded by the debt. But now I am blinded by my Spicy!"

　　"..."

　　"I wanted to ask you about that. Why the hell do you call her Spicy? And what is this blinded stuff?" She narrowed her eyes, getting a bad feeling.

　　Mingshen sheepishly grinned. "Little chilly, You better now be at your best behavior because I will soon become your brother-in-law!"

　　"..."

　　Lihua stared at him and smiled. "Mingshen. I didn't know you could daydream too."

　　He glared at her. "It's the reality of course. My mom already considers her as my future wife and a part of the Yang family. Of course she does. My Spicy is simply wonderful, witty, sexy, strong and spouts poison from her mouth, but I like it. I love everything about Spicy!" He beamed. "She will be Mrs. Yang and we will have lots of kids together."

　　Lihua wanted to puke blood, but she couldn't. She failed to understand just what had made this devil doctor change?

　　This crazy person is in love? Is that even possible? No, no, something is definitely wrong here. Maybe, it's another of his research topics.

　　Qingqing only stared at their stupidity and shrugged.

　　Lihua ignored that topic altogether, thinking it was some joke. Even if Mingshen was having some crazy thoughts, Jia was capable enough to land a punch on his face and bring him back to his senses.

　　"Forget about your illusions."

　　Mingshen squinted his gaze.

　　"Tell me about Bojing! Where is he? Is he okay?" She worriedly asked. "He is not hurt, right?"

　　He grimaced. "Hurt and who? Lu Bojing? My killing machine kills others. Others are not in a position to hurt him," he sneered.

　　"Mingshen! Be serious!"

　　He shrugged. "What do you think he will be doing? He is dealing with Li Dong. He is Bojing's criminal the most, and my dear assistant is nicely taking his revenge from him~"

　　—

　　Li Dong was miserable. He was beaten black and blue and was bleeding from his face, hands and legs. The floor was stained with blood and some of his teeth had fallen too.

　　"Sorry…let me…go…don't…hit me…" he could hardly speak with his broken jaw.

　　Bojing hadn't snapped out of his trance-like state. In this state, he would have usually ended someone's life merely by strangling his neck. He never thought of torture in this condition.

　　'My dear assistant. You can kill anybody the way you want. But there is one person who you cannot give an easy death no matter what. He is that bastard who caused all the misery in your family. She made your mother kill herself. He burned down your whole clan until only you remained the surviving descendant, and then he tortured you for nine years. He has robbed you of many things. So you cannot just strangle him and give him an easy death.'

　　Mingshen had taught him this in that dangerous state of his only to deal with Li Dong. He had programmed his mind in such a way that he would know not to ever harm Mingshen or his family or his guards if he ever reached that state.

　　The second thing was to torture Li Dong.

　　Bojing's gaze was blank, watching his prey with scrutiny and menace. He remembered those dark and ugly days spent in that orphanage. He remembered his days with Ming with whom he had grown fond of.

　　And he remembered that night when his only friend was tortured.

　　He remembered the massacre. He had killed everybody with his own hands. But he couldn't relish the joy of killing Li Dong.

　　But today he had.

　　Bojing used all sorts of torture methods that Mingshen taught him to take revenge. He used on him one by one right from using knives to using tweezers to clip out his nails. Li Dong's screams resounded in the base. He begged and cried to Bojing to forgive him. He even held on to his feet, kowtowing and banging his head on the floor to show his sincerity.

　　But Li Dong had done far too cruel deeds for anybody to forgive him.

　　Bojing stared at him, tilting his head. He trembled thinking about his mother. His body shook in rage thinking how Li Dong had eyed his mother like a pervert.

　　His gaze turned further clouded. Mingshen told him to torture him and give him the worst death possible. He tortured him to hell.

　　But he was unsure of how to end his life once and for all.

　　What would be more suitable?

　　Then he got it. Bojing knew the perfect way to kill him.

　　Li Dong was lying on the floor all helpless and bloodied. He couldn't move. He couldn't even cry for help or in pain anymore. His eyes were teary and misty.

　　Suddenly, he saw something light in the air. He weakly raised his head and was horrified to see a matchstick in Bojing's hand lighting a small fire in it.

　　Before he could speak, he was suddenly drowned with some liquid. Li Dong gasped and as he smelled, he noticed that it was the smell of kerosene.

　　His eyes widened in horror.

　　No…

　　Kerosene and the matchstick in Bojing's hands. Li Dong shuddered hard, and he flapped his body like crazy to get the hell out. But he was in no position.

　　He was just in too much pain. Bojing seemed like death's incarnate to him.

　　"No…please spare me…forgive me…"

　　Bojing stared at his face and imagined how his family would have looked like when they had burned to their deaths.

　　So painful. So cruel…

　　Bojing didn't think any further and dropped the lit match stick onto Li Dong.