Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 36
Chapter 36 I’ll just have a sip of soup
2024-10-13 07:18 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
The mountain winds of night rushed in through the open window, wildly swirling around the nearly naked man, mercilessly devouring the little warmth left on his body.
The man’s hands were bound behind his back, and he was only wearing shorts. He was forced to kneel on the ground. His head was lowered, his gaze swept across the room, and his expression remained relatively calm.
Suddenly, the villa’s door swung open, letting in a gust of cold wind that created a draft against the open window, causing the curtains to rattle and the naked man to shiver again.
A man with a sinister and ruthless face arrived riding the wind, followed by two henchmen, making for a rather frightening scene.
“Got him?” The man’s voice was filled with hatred. He rushed to the man in a few steps and kicked him to the ground.
“You damn gay bastard, I told you I’d kill you sooner or later!”
The man on the ground was a large man, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and bulging muscles. Even though he was bound, he didn’t look inferior; the ropes were tightly bound, his chest muscles bulged, and he even showed a kind of violent aesthetic.
He looked up at the man who was towering over him, his eyes blazing with anger, a hint of doubt in his eyes: “…You’re worth two hundred dollars?”
Two hundred!
Xue Baotian remembered the two hundred yuan that had been slapped on his cheek and the words, “I can’t give you any more, you’re not good-looking.”
“Fuck your mother! I think you don’t want to live anymore!”
Xue Baotian used the same trick again, raising his leg to kick. His big leather boot flew high with tremendous force, and when it came down quickly, it should have been a heavy blow. However, the man who was half lying on the ground nimbly dodged, causing Xue Baotian to miss his footing and almost stumble.
He’d hit the ground too hard, the impact sending half his leg numb. Xue Baotian, limping, was furious. He pointed at the black-clad bodyguards standing beside the man: “What did I hire you for? You’re all bastards! Hold him down!”
The man on the ground was restrained by several hands and feet, with nowhere to hide, and took a dozen or so solid kicks from Xue Baotian.
After being kicked around haphazardly, the man spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked up at Xue Baotian, whose face was grim and who was panting heavily, and spoke in a calm and reasonable tone: “You can’t entirely blame me for what happened last time. Besides, I apologized to you, and I gave you the money. You didn’t want it.”
The mention of money ignited Xue Baotian’s anger again, and he muttered curses as he searched for a suitable tool.
The man, not wanting to suffer any more physical pain, quickened his pace to explain: “Besides, I was the one who applied the medicine to all the bruises on your body, including the ones you got from being beaten up. Didn’t we agree to let this go? Why are you bringing this up again?”
Xue Baotian’s teeth were practically grinding to dust. That evening a month ago was the darkest moment of his life. He was first brutally beaten for no reason, then this person picked up his penis and wouldn’t let him swear afterward, threatening to kill him for every curse word he uttered. He was so frustrated he felt like a balloon about to burst, and because he was covered in injuries, he was in so much pain that he couldn’t move an inch.
The man left for a while, bought two tubes of ointment and several packets of instant noodles, and cooked the noodles on a small electric stove while applying the ointment to the man’s bruised wound.
Xue Baotian had never suffered hardship since childhood; he was a pampered young master. The ointment was cooling and temporarily relieved his pain. Therefore, although he wanted to resist, he didn’t resist much and eventually gave in after some pushing and shoving.
“The most painful part is his ass! You fucking donkey, don’t you even consider the consequences of your actions… what? In ancient times, if you were reported to the authorities, you would have been castrated, and now you’d need chemical castration!”
“Are you still going to report J?” The man’s hand, which was applying medicine, stopped at the back of Xue Baotian’s neck, resting lightly on it, neither too hard nor too softly, making one’s heart pound with apprehension.
Xue Baotian opened his mouth several times, but in the end he chickened out. A wise man doesn’t fight a losing battle now. Grandpa will make you pay later!
The sound of a cap being screwed on came from behind; the man seemed to have changed the ointment. A cold touch came from behind, and Xue Baotian suddenly stiffened, his back instantly rigid!
“What are you doing?” His voice trembled as he struggled to turn his head and look behind him.
“I’ll apply the medicine to you; didn’t you say it hurt?”
“I’ll do it myself, no, no, I won’t wipe it, get it away right now!”
The man thought he was being reproachful, so he turned away and ignored him, squatting in front of the small stove to concentrate on cooking noodles.
Xue Baotian called his trusted confidant and asked him to come pick him up. When he hung up, the noodles were already cooked, and the young man sat on a small stool, engrossed in eating them.
The aroma of noodles filled the cramped room.
Xue Baotian’s stomach rumbled, and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He had drunk a lot of wine, been beaten and stabbed, and now his stomach was completely empty, longing for a hot meal.
“One bowl, please?” the man asked without looking up.
“Who the hell eats this junk food?” Xue Baotian turned his face away angrily.
Five minutes later, amidst the aroma of noodles filling the room, he turned his face away and said, “Well, I’ll just have a sip of soup.”
This memory was the one Xue Baotian most wanted to erase—it was both cowardly and despicable. Countless times in the dead of night, he regretted it and wanted to slap himself!
After wandering around the villa, he found a glass ashtray, hung it on his fingertip, and slowly walked back to the man, squatting down gently.
“What’s your name?”
The man looked up and examined Xue Baotian closely before saying, “So this is what you look like.”
Thinking of his bruised and swollen face a month ago, Xue Baotian roared in anger, “Fuck your son! I fucking…”
“Zhang Chi,” the man said immediately afterward, “My name is Zhang Chi.”
Xue Baotian suppressed his temper, gritting his teeth: “Fine, Zhang Chi, don’t you know the saying ‘A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan’?” He slapped the man’s cheek with an ashtray, “I’m a normal man, and you, you dead gay… tell me, how do we settle this score?”
Zhang Chi has a youthful face, handsome features, and is both tender and manly.
After a moment’s thought, he spoke with a hint of sincerity: “I’m gay, so I can’t weigh how much this will hurt you. If you really can’t get over it, just beat me up.”
“Give you a beating?” Xue Baotian grinned maliciously. “Of course I’ll give you a beating, but…” He leaned slightly closer to the man’s ear, “but I’ll also let you experience just how much damage this kind of thing can do to a person.”
Suddenly pulling away, Xue Baotian, under Zhang Chi’s questioning gaze, raised his hand and brought it down hard. The heavy glass ashtray slammed down on the man’s head, tearing open his skin and drawing out warm blood!
