CHAPTER 78: TWISTED THINGS

"Second Young Master, this is really twisted, are you sure?" Xiao Hei wiped his sweat. He had been Ye Feimo’s bodyguard since he was fifteen, specializing in handling matters that couldn’t be brought into the light for Ye Feimo. The methods of this Second Young Master were the most cruel and twisted he had ever seen among the Ye family.

Ye Feimo curled his lips with a light and breezy air. "Don’t you think I’m very gentle today?"

Xiao Hei teared up, mentally rehearsing his resignation letter for the Nth time. Wuwuwu, he was truly young and ignorant back then to have followed the Second Young Master! Aaaaaah!

Brother Xiong brought five of his men to the appointment. Second Young Master Ye had asked them to meet at the Gaoqiao Port in A City. When they arrived, Second Young Master Ye was already standing on a yacht waiting. The sea breeze was strong tonight, and Second Young Master Ye was wearing a cream-white casual outfit with a long black trench coat. Tall, handsome, standing in the night, he resembled a powerful young master from old Shanghai.

Noble, domineering, his cold and sharp eyes held a hint of icy indifference, a woodenness, like a messenger from the dark underworld. Brother Xiong led his men onto the yacht. Second Young Master Ye’s cold gaze swept over them, and the corner of his lips subtly curled into a strange arc.

"Second Young Master Ye, it’s much more enjoyable to drink and talk business at Casablanca, where you can grab beautiful women by the handful. What are we doing here?" Brother Xiong, with a cigarette in his mouth, was helped onto the yacht by his subordinate.

His leg had been broken and reattached, but it wouldn’t heal for a while.

Ye Feimo’s eyes sharpened, a deep coldness hidden beneath his dark, profound gaze. He was quite bold, actually mentioning Casablanca to him. He coldly raised an eyebrow and said woodenly, "The night view is not bad tonight. The program I’ve arranged for you will be very enjoyable."

Brother Xiong looked up at the sky, which was dim and starless, as black as ink. The sea breeze made people’s hair stand on end. A nice night view?

Brother Xiong’s men saw that Second Young Master Ye’s expression was too cold and sensed something was wrong, but Brother Xiong thought to himself that Ye Feimo was known for his expressionless face and cold, iron-blooded demeanor.

Who had ever seen Second Young Master Ye smile?

He remembered once reading gossip about Second Young Master Ye, and several old guys were even wondering if Second Young Master Ye had the same expression when doing "that kind of thing." At that time, Brother Xiong still coveted Second Young Master Ye’s beauty.

That was a long time ago, five years ago, when Ye Feimo officially took over as the president of Anning International, causing a huge uproar in the entire business world.

His father, Third Young Master Ye, was still some time away from retirement. Cheng Anya had led Anning International into the entertainment industry, becoming the leading giant, riding a wave of success. Suddenly handing Anning over to his second son to manage caused a lot of complaints from the old directors of Anning.

Ye Feimo was only 20 years old that year, a youthful age, and naturally didn’t have much capital to be convincing. Moreover, at the press conference held by Third Young Master Ye, he didn’t say a word, sitting there woodenly, his face so cold that he was even more stern than the young Third Young Master Ye.

His father at least would smile a little when dealing with the media back then. Who was like him, just a proud young master, looking down on everyone? Everyone had a deep impression of that press conference.

Brother Xiong had also read the newspapers back then. The relationship between the Ye and Tang families was relatively close. Everyone in the underworld was afraid of the Tang family, so naturally they also paid more attention to the Ye family. Brother Xiong was indiscriminate when it came to playing around; he enjoyed both men and women as long as he was happy.

At 20 years old, Ye Feimo’s features still had some youthful softness, exquisite and perfect, coldly intimidating. Wearing a suit, he looked like a forbidden officer from an anime, giving people an urge to ruthlessly trample on him.

Brother Xiong was naturally among them. Later, he heard more and more rumors about Ye Feimo.

The Ye family had connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. It was said that this young man’s methods were even more ruthless than his father’s. People in the underworld would take detours when they heard of Second Young Master Ye and wouldn’t take initiative to provoke him.

Brother Xiong didn’t have any business ties with the Dragon Gate, and naturally, he had no contact with Second Young Master Ye.

Now, seeing Second Young Master Ye up close, Brother Xiong’s heart fluttered. He was truly exquisitely handsome, and his temperament was very cold, always making people want to conquer him. Simply put, Second Young Master Ye himself was twisted and also had a physique that attracted twisted people.

"Set sail," Ye Feimo pursed his lips and smiled coldly. Xiao Hei responded and ordered the captain to set sail.

Brother Xiong’s lewd smile faded, and he asked, "What about Young Master Xu and Brother Qiang?"

Ye Feimo stood with his hands behind his back. The yacht shot out like an arrow leaving the bowstring. The sea breeze blew his long trench coat, fluttering loudly, his aura dark and frightening. For some reason, an ominous thought rose in Brother Xiong’s heart.

Second Young Master Ye gave a strange smile. "They’re upstairs waiting for you."

At his smile, Xiao Hei also shivered. To be honest, having followed Ye Feimo for almost ten years, the number of times he had seen Ye Feimo smile could be counted on his fingers. But when he did smile, it really felt like demons were dancing wildly.

Especially strange and eerie.

Xiao Hei teared up. Second Young Master, you really aren’t suited to smiling. It’s especially terrifying.

The yacht had three floors and was extremely luxurious, a clearly aristocratic luxury yacht, resplendent and magnificent. Brother Xiong walked along, drooling with envy. The Ye family truly had a vast fortune and great wealth. How many people in A City could own such a luxurious yacht?

It was dazzling to the point of being unbearable to look at directly.

Ye Feimo led Brother Xiong to the second floor of the yacht. Suddenly, all the lights went out. Brother Xiong was stunned, and then he felt a great force pushing him from behind. His men didn’t manage to support him, and Brother Xiong was already pushed down to the second floor by Ye Feimo.

His men knew something was wrong and were about to rescue him, but two young men in black suddenly appeared out of nowhere and quickly subdued all the black-clad men.

Brother Xiong screamed miserably, rolling twice on the ground. The lights came back on, but not the resplendent lights from before. Instead, it was an ambiguous, dangerous, and dim light. Brother Xiong cursed Ye Feimo, but he remained unmoved. His long leg hooked a nearby chair, and he sat down with an emperor-like dominance, his gaze as cold as a demon in the night. Brother Xiong’s heart pounded rapidly, and he began to understand that this was a trap.

"Brother Xiong..." a familiar shout. Brother Xiong got up and saw Brother Qiang and Young Master Xu lying painfully on the ground. Brother Xiong was shocked. At this moment, he realized something was wrong.

This was a very large room, and many terrifying props hung on the walls.

Candles, ropes, chains, knives, all kinds of whips of different lengths... How could Brother Xiong not know what these things were for? Xiao Hei kicked the three of them to one spot.

Brother Qiang and Xu Yongchang seemed to have been beaten. There were marks from whips all over their bodies. These whip marks weren’t from the soft whips used in SM props but from instruments of torture. Brother Xiong was horrified and looked up at Ye Feimo.