Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

Chapter 472: Being beaten, stripped and thrown into a large water tank

His mentality of forcing himself to be humiliated was obviously very strong, but he couldn't lick this stinky foot!

Maybe Qing Qian can do it, but he can't, absolutely can't, he can only resist, and fight back fiercely!

At that moment, he could no longer bear it and his anger erupted like a volcano. He suddenly straightened his whole body, pushed away the brothers on both sides with both hands, and then jumped up and started fighting.

He has received professional training. He is the gangster among the gangsters in Taekwondo. Beating these little bastards is no problem for him. He knocks one down with one punch and one down with one kick. His fighting is smooth and heroic.

Big Uncle Zhang was not convinced. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes, rushing over to attack Leng Qianhan when he was not prepared. His fist as big as a casserole hit Leng Qianhan on the back, and Leng Qianhan felt a sudden pain.

I wanted to fight back, but this pain once again aroused my inner guilt and heartache. Once, Qing Qian was bullied in prison, but she had no way to resist. She could only be beaten. She had to endure it even if her head was broken and bloody...

So, slowly, he stopped fighting back and resisted. Instead, he squatted on the ground and let these people punch and kick him. No matter how painful it was, he gritted his teeth and endured it, deeply experiencing the pain of being beaten and the pain that Qingqian had felt at the beginning.

But he held his head tightly with both hands, trying to protect it from being hit hard.

In order to atone his sins, he could accept humiliation and beatings, but he had to save his own life.

Because he wants to get out of prison alive, reunite with Qingqian and his son, as well as his grandfather, mother, and sister, and live a happy family.

Big Master Zhang and his younger brothers were like chickens with blood pumped up, punching and kicking as hard as they could. He refused to be a dog and had to be beaten.

At the end of the fight, Leng Qianhan couldn't hold on any longer. He felt dizzy and was kicked by Da Zhangye again. His pupils instantly dilated and his eyes rolled up. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Uncle Zhang was also tired from fighting. He leaned over to look at Leng Qianhan lying on the ground, with one side of his face pressed against the blood spurting out of him. He looked so miserable.

However, Master Zhang wanted to make it even more miserable. "Strip him of his clothes and throw him into the big water tank outside!"

"You dare?"

President Leng was unwilling to do so. His heart was filled with rage, but he was so badly beaten that he could only make a faint sound.

Still, Master Zhang heard it. He narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and asked the younger brothers around him in confusion: "What did he say? Did he ask if we dare?"

"Yes, Boss. His voice was low, but from his tone he thought he was some big shot, yet we beat him up like this!"

Master Zhang was furious and slapped Leng Qianhan on the forehead, "Master Zhang, I don't dare? Do you think I dare? Come on, take it off, strip it off for me, without even leaving any underwear!"

The younger brothers thought it was fun and that this was how being a dog should be, so they rushed forward and started to touch President Leng all over his body and strip him of his clothes.

"don't want……"

Leng Qianhan actually begged for mercy. He was in so much pain that he couldn't muster any strength. He could neither resist nor escape. He supported himself on the ground with his hands and tried to crawl but couldn't get up. He finally moved his body but was dragged back again. Those dirty men stripped him naked in a few seconds, leaving him without even his underpants.

The pants were torn by Da Zhangye's rough hands. Leng Qianhan could clearly hear the crisp and pleasant sound of the last piece of cloth covering his body being torn.

At the moment of tearing, he felt despair, pain, coldness and humiliation in his body, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Wasn't Qing Qian the same at the beginning? The despair he felt was the same despair Qing Qian felt at the beginning.

But he is a man, how can he endure such humiliation?

This was unbearable, because he had just let them beat him until he had no strength to resist.

"Carry it out and throw the water tank!"

Master Zhang gave another order, and several of his younger brothers immediately took action, lifting up the naked body of President Leng and carrying him outside in public.

Along the way, President Leng was paraded through the streets, his body displayed publicly without reservation. He felt endless humiliation and wanted to die!

It didn't take long before Leng Qianhan was thrown into the large water vat with a splash. His naked body was icy cold, and the humiliation pierced his heart and lungs.

Not only that, the water tank was big enough and filled with water. He was completely submerged in the water, choking and feeling uncomfortable. He instinctively struggled to climb out, and just as his head stuck out of the water, he was pushed back into the water by Master Zhang again.

He pressed the button as soon as he raised his head, over and over again. Leng Qianhan kept choking on the water and coughing, which was very uncomfortable.

Uncle Zhang was having a lot of fun, laughing heartily, and the people watching the show around him also laughed along.

Someone recognized Leng Qianhan's identity. He was the president of Leng Group and the richest man in Qingcheng. They wanted to dissuade him, but did not dare to get close.

Fortunately, the prison guards came and arrested all the troublemakers and spectators, and Leng Qianhan was rescued.

Uncle Zhang and his little brothers were shocked dizzy by the prison guards' electric batons, and then beaten severely. They all had bruises on their faces and noses, and their hands and feet were cuffed and they were locked back in the cell.

Both of Da Zhang's nostrils were bleeding. He was thrown into a corner by the prison guards. He was in pain all over and finally got up. He slowly sat on the ground against the wall. His eyes were gloomy and his mouth was twisted with resentment. It seemed that he had not had enough fun and was very angry.

A thin prisoner saw that his hands and feet were tightly cuffed, so he dared to approach him and kindly said to him:

"Master Zhang, aren't you afraid of death? The person you are bullying is the president of the Leng Group!"

Grandpa Zhang frowned and exclaimed, "What? The president of the Leng Group, Leng Qianhan?!"

As he spoke, his eyes widened in horror, but he couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it.

How could he be the president of Leng's Group? How could the president of Leng's Group be bullied by him like this?

If he were the president of Leng Group, wouldn't he be doomed? !

The thin prisoner nodded deeply, "Yes! How come you don't recognize him? He's a famous figure in Qingcheng, and he's often shown on TV!"

The thin prisoner raised his thumb as he spoke, his words and actions full of admiration for President Leng.

However, Master Zhang insisted, "That man's face was swollen from the beating, how could anyone recognize him? It may not be him!"

I prayed silently in my heart that it was not the case, but when I thought about the other side of that person's face that was not swollen, he really looked like the famous President Leng!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he regretted it so much that he turned to look at the skinny prisoner, hoping that he could give him some good advice, but he saw that he had a silly look on his face, his hands clasped together and his chin lowered, his eyes shining.

"You may not recognize him, but I do. He is the idol of the business world, my idol! He is talented, handsome, and rich. He is the perfect definition of tall, rich, and handsome. Even if his face is beaten into a pig's head, I can still recognize him!"

The skinny prisoner was so infatuated that he shook his head and wagged his tail, wishing he was Leng Qianhan's man so that he could be his little brother in the prison and serve him well.

"He is a man, and you are also a man. You are so obsessed with him, so why didn't you rush out to stop him when he was bullied?"