Chapter 909: Like It Better. So Merciful
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As Yun Jian spoke, she picked up her leg and stamped it down heavily the moment Zhang Chengrui was rising from momentum. Repeating the motion, Zhang Chengrui’s head was pushed down to the ground in a kowtow, again and again, each time making a loud thud.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to call it. I’ll just make you kowtow one thousand times,” Yun Jian chuckled darkly as she repeated the action and made Zhang Chengrui kowtow several more times brutally.
Kowtow a thousand times? Zhang Chengrui’s head would be crushed from it! The group could not help sucking in a cold breath.
As Zhang Chengrui’s head was knocked to the ground continuously and resulted in heavy thuds, the sound made everyone’s skin crawl.
“No! No!” Zhang Chengrui struggled as hard as he could, dizzy from the rise and fall of his forced kowtows, and even stretched his hand to the back to grab Yun Jian’s foot that was stepping on his back—but he could not even reach her.
“Mercy! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Zhang Chengrui could even feel his forehead bleeding from the knocks. Scared witless, he frantically surrendered to Yun Jian and asked for mercy.
“Speak.” Although Yun Jian had stopped making Zhang Chengrui kowtow, her foot was still on his back.
Having experienced her brutality, Zhang Chengrui did not dare attempt anything sly. He still wanted to stay alive! He took a huge gulp and braced himself—his forehead throbbing from the impact and he refused to withstand it any longer, calling out softly, “Your… Your Highness…”
It was as soft as a kitten’s mewl.
“Can you guys hear what he said?” Yun Jian turned to smirk at Zhang Shaofeng, Zhang Jian, and Ling Yichen, looking so dazzlingly beautiful.
“Huh? Did he say anything? Master, I didn’t hear anything.” Zhang Shaofeng dug his ear pretending like he heard nothing but he was inwardly cackling.
“Did anyone speak? Was someone speaking just now? Grandmaster, I only heard you talking!” Zhang Jian added a stab.
Ling Yichen felt his insides hurting from trying to hold his laugh. Cupping his hand into a fist, he brought it up to his mouth and coughed into it.
“Cough! I didn’t hear anything either,” he lied with a straight face.
“All of us heard him. Why did you guys…” One of Zhang Chengrui’s buddies stepped out to defend him. Halfway through his sentence, however, Zhang Chengrui squealed in pain again.
Yun Jian had brought up her leg to kick the guy’s head to the ground once more, making a loud bang.
“I didn’t hear what you said either. Last chance. If there’s still nothing coming from you, I’ll assume that you want to give me a thousand kowtows,” Yun Jian spoked unnervingly.
There was a slight pause before she added. “Of course, I like it better if you kowtow to me and admit your wrongdoing.”
She said and forced Zhang Chengrui down again, the heavy thuds of his forehead banging the ground clear to everyone’s ears.
“No! N-no, I’ll say it, I’ll say it!” Forced to a corner by Yun Jian, Zhang Chengrui could no longer take it and cried out with a shouting wail.
Just after he sobbed, a rich baritone voice of a guy rang from the side. “Xiao Jian, you’re still so merciful.”
The voice sounded smooth like flowing spring water, prompting those who heard it to turn and search for the owner. They were greeted with the sight of a tall, handsome man slowly making his way over from a distance away.