Feng Jianyu picked the painting to hang it back when something rough brushed on his palm. Considering the painting was a rare collective item, properly framed in pure gold and rosewood frame. How can there be a flaw in it? Moreover, it was not ordinary wear and tear but something deliberately carved.

He closed his eyes and brushed his fingers to feel it again what it was.

 Viola! There are some letters scribbled over it, that can only be felt through touch.

"Mei, I'm telling you some numbers. Just check if that's the correct pa.s.sword" He connected his phone back to the safe and dictated the numbers.

A minute later he heard Xiu Mei celebratory voice, "Yes…. That's correct. You got the pa.s.sword"

Obviously, that pig brained Kong Da can never remember such a complicated pa.s.sword and get it carved on the corner of the painting frame. How stupid!

Jianyu touched Kong Da's thumb on the sensor to open the safe.

He clicked the picture of papers found inside to check them later. He also found a chip kept securely in a box and blindly copied the contents to his phone and left the place, removing every possible traces of his presence.

Back in the garden, with the help of Huo Feng and Yeti, Kong Da was parcelled to the other side of the wall by tieing a rope around the Pig like dumpling.

Within the next twelve hours, Kong Da and Kong Wei are brought to the same place where they committed the crime against Rose while Kong Wen was brought to the location by Lu Xion's men.

Inside the darkroom, all three were tied to the cold metal table in an awkward position. They were made to lay down on chest with the upper half of the body tied securely to the table with rusted metal chains while their b.u.t.t faced outward in a shameful manner.

Their legs spread wide and ankles tied to the table's legs on each side. To make the situation worse, hands were pulled above the head and tied to the rope attached to the opposite wall, stretched mercilessly till the joints threatened to pop out from sockets.

To avoid letting them hear any sound, headphones playing ear-piercing music covered their ears. Their mouths were deliberately not gaged, allowing them to scream their lungs and vocal cords out due to the torture they were about to receive.

With the constant splas.h.i.+ng of ice-chilled water, they were awakened from their deep sleep. Coldwater stole away their breaths as they tried to turn neck left and right, looking for a position to breath properly. But due to strong restraints, they cannot move their neck anywhere but keep in front with chin resting on the table.

Like a waterless fish, they tried to fight against the restraints, but more they struggled the more it tightens the grip around their bodies, almost pus.h.i.+ng the intestines out of their mouth.

They s.h.i.+vered in ice-cold water. A burst of icy-wind from blasting coolers accompanied by their wet clothes make them feel a p.r.i.c.k of thousand needles. No matter how much they shouted and struggled, they even failed to hear their own voices but only loud party music.

"WHERE AM I?"

 "LET ME GO"

"WHO ARE YOU?"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

They shouted, driven anxious thinking this is their end. Unknown to them, this was the beginning of their end.

No one answered their endless questions, because they were mute spectators of the spectacular show about to begin, watching them through hidden cameras in the room.

Soon a door was opened…..

In walked a group of more than 50 men, naked from head to toe with face covered till neck in a breathable black cloth. They were none other than Kong's trusted men seized in North City.

They were confused, scared, had multiple whip lash marks on their bodies. Within few days of captivity, they were given the same treatment that they once used to give to the innocent people of North City.

Surely Karma is a b.i.t.c.h. It comes back to you one way or other.

"Your task is simple. In exchange of your life, you have to f*ck the brains out of these men tied in front of you" A voice echoed inside the room, grabbing everyone's attention as they looked at the direction of the voice. It was just a common speaker hung on the wall through which someone was instructing them.

They looked at the men tied to the table, "T-They are our boss. How can we do it with them? They will kill us" One of the men spoke, trembling severely.

"They can neither hear you nor see you. If you refuse to do it, then death awaits you right here" With this warning, some gun barrels instantly popped out from the wall, pointing at them.

One of the men got scared and ran towards Kong Da to do the deed. He don't want to die. The moment he started undoing Kong Da's clothes, Kong Da trembled in fear, jerked his body and shouted to avoid this weird and uncomfortable touch.

Joseph's eyes teared up looking at how Kong Da struggled when someone tried to take off his clothes. A satisfactory smile unknowingly crawled on his lips as he took away the mic through which Wu Zixin was ordering the group of 50 men and started ordering himself.

"What are you all staring at? Get on to work. NOW!" Joseph shouted feeling excited all of a sudden, "Last ten among you will be prosecuted"

These 50 men were no saints either. Don't know who among them was equally involved while ruining Rose's innocence.

"This is impossible…. D-Difficult….. At least give us some lubricant or oil. With it how can we?? It would be painful" Another man spoke; his voice choked indicating he was crying.

But sadly there's no medicine for regret. Everyone has to pay for their sins.

'SHOOT'

"Ahh!"

The man clutched his thigh in pain and falls on the ground. Joseph himself pressed the b.u.t.ton to fire a gunshot at him..