The young man said nothing, and kicked the subordinate to the wall with one foot. It caved in, and he fell to the ground with the sound of breaking bones, his body falling apart.
Despite the agony, he dared not groan, knowing the young man's cruel nature. To do so would mean a more miserable death.
The young man's gaze slowly turned to him. "Didn't you say... there was no one here?"
The subordinate dared not move, fearing that any twitch might aggravate his wounds and force him to cry out in pain. He glanced at the unfamiliar face of Ming Zhi Tian and shook his head. "I... I don't know... I knew nothing at all..."
"Useless, get lost."
The young man, showing no interest in him, turned with an evil grin to Ming Zhi Tian. "Who are you? What have you done?"
Before Ming Zhi Tian could speak, the subordinate chimed in, "Don't you know to kneel and pay respects when you see Young Master Hui? Are you tired of living? Do you know who this is?"
Ming Zhi Tian shook his head. "I don't know. Why should I know?"
The subordinate adjusted his collar and said proudly, "I, Young Master Hui, am the legitimate son of the Pavilion Master of the Duo Chang Pavilion in the West Sea, Wu Li Hui. Are you scared now?"
Ming Zhi Tian looked at the bald men and sneered.
Wu Li Hui slapped the subordinate, sending him sprawling on the ground, spitting blood. "Stealing my lines, you talk too much, huh? What?"
The toothless subordinate mumbled, "Mmph mmph mmph... Young... Master... I'm sorry..."
Wu Li Hui had only asked casually and was not interested in how Ming Zhi Tian ended up here. After all, everyone here had been tortured by him; they were just toys.
"Bring him out."
The subordinates quickly and expertly opened the cell door and brought out Ming Zhi Tian, his hands and feet bound by chains.
Wu Li Hui smiled slightly. "Let's go, today we'll play kickball."
...
Ming Zhi Tian stumbled as he was dragged to an open space. The surroundings were vast and barren, resembling an endless execution ground.
Under the scorching sun, Ming Zhi Tian's back was drenched in sweat, his face impassive, looking quite disheveled.
Wu Li Hui's subordinates set up a makeshift tent for their master and reclined on a lounge chair, sipping fruit wine with amusement, ready to witness the spectacle.
Wu Li Hui took a sip of fruit wine. "The rules are simple. Two people per group, and you'll kick him around like a ball. But don't use too much force, it won't be fun if he dies in a few kicks. And don't be too light either, that's even less interesting. The winning condition is whoever kicks the most times. The penalty condition is whoever kicks him to death. The winning side will be rewarded with one wish, anything you want. As for the penalty... hehe, you'll find out then."
The subordinates gulped, but they had no choice. They would die if they kicked, and they would die if they didn't. They couldn't refuse and had to go along with it.
"Yes! Young Master Hui!"
Three groups of men immediately began to kick Ming Zhi Tian like a ball. The vast open space became their stage.
Within a few kicks, Ming Zhi Tian spat blood. He glared hatefully at Wu Li Hui, vowing inwardly, "This revenge will not be left unavenged!"
Feeling the atmosphere wasn't lively enough, Wu Li Hui waved his hand and sent two more groups to join in.
A total of five groups, like a football match, the score went from one-nil, then two-one, and soon three-three. They were having a grand time.
The smell of blood filled the air. Ming Zhi Tian had lost consciousness and was out cold.
"Alright, you must be tired. Don't kill him yet, take a five-minute break, and we'll continue the second half," Wu Li Hui said, his lips curving upwards.
Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye...
A basin of cold water was splashed over him. Ming Zhi Tian's heart turned cold. He was jolted awake, and as he groggily opened his eyes, Wu Li Hui gave the order, and the second half of the kickball game officially began!
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang...!"
The five groups eagerly vied to increase their kick count, much to Ming Zhi Tian's suffering.
They showed no mercy, for in the eyes of Wu Li Hui, the pleasure-seeker, they were all the same as Ming Zhi Tian. If he willed it, none of them would escape becoming his playthings.