The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

The auction at the Yunyin Hotel in the imperial capital was in full swing, but in the basement of a villa somewhere in Lucheng, it was a completely different kind of dark and gloomy scene.

With a "splash", a basin of ice-cold water was mercilessly poured onto the face of a middle-aged man. He, who had been in a coma, woke up instantly. His plump face was now covered with scars. He seemed unable to bear the stimulation of the cold water on his wounds, and let out a low cry of pain.

In an even darker corner, a figure whose face could not be seen clearly stood there with his back to the body, as if everything behind him had nothing to do with him at all.

"Chairman, I really have tried my best..."

The well-maintained middle-aged man knelt on the ground weakly, and finally he had the strength to raise his head which had been hanging down.

His wet hair was all stuck to his scalp, and his eyes were out of focus for a few seconds when he raised them, but the moment he regained normal vision, he immediately looked at the person who had been standing in the darkness.

Looking at the face that just raised up, it turned out to be Tang Dong who had been assigned by someone to do some despicable things before.

But the man whose figure had been hidden in the darkness never responded to Tang Dong's words, and his posture did not change even a little. He just stood there silently.

Even though he didn't make the slightest sound, Tang Dong seemed to feel the invisible oppression from that man at that moment. His body, which had been whipped and covered with scars, was shaking like a sieve, as if the fear of that man had been engraved in his bones, and he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resisting.

Seeing that the man standing in the darkness didn't speak, Tang Dong bravely took a few steps towards the man, but before he could touch the corner of the man's robe, he was pushed back to his original position by a burly man in a black suit, leaving him no chance to get close to the man in the darkness.

Tang Dong, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, was covered with numerous hideous scars. Some of the wounds that had not yet healed were still bleeding, and some of the scabby ones had new scars on them. There was almost no intact skin on his back and chest.

Even so, the man in the darkness seemed to have no intention of letting Tang Dong go, and did not make any sound.

Tang Dong lowered his head and gently stroked the large and small wounds on his body with trembling hands. Since he had not eaten for a long time, he sometimes could not control the strength well, and when his hands touched the scars, he used too much force, which made him gasp in pain every time, but he dared not utter a sound of pain.

It was so dark in this small basement that one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face. The only lighting was provided by a few small braziers. On the walls that the firelight happened to illuminate, many torture instruments that had completely disappeared from modern society were quietly displayed. Some of them were even stained with fresh or old blood. Some seemed to have not been used for a long time, while others seemed to have just been used.

The entire basement was filled with dark or light brown, as if it was paint that was accidentally stained, or as if it was blood that had dried up long ago, leaving the last trace of the existence of the people who had appeared here.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and stench, but the people in this space seemed to have gotten used to this creepy atmosphere, and they didn't even frown.

Tang Dong's move to crawl on his knees towards the figure in the darkness was blocked several times by the burly man beside him. The last time, the man standing quietly in the darkness seemed to do something to the man, and the man who was originally planning to continue to block Tang Dong immediately stood back, and Tang Dong successfully crawled on his knees to the feet of the man in the darkness.

Tang Dong, whose knees had been rubbed raw, didn't care about the scars all over his body. He grabbed the man's trouser leg with a begging look on his face, as if he had grabbed the last piece of driftwood that could save his life. His force was so great that he couldn't break free at all.

Tang Dong didn't say anything, but kept his head down. A hint of hatred and ferocity flashed across his eyes. When he looked up again, the expression on his face was only begging.

The man whose trouser legs were grabbed seemed to be used to being treated like this. He let his body be shaken by Tang Dong, but he was unwilling to even turn his head, nor was he willing to give a glance to Tang Dong who was now kneeling on the ground begging him.

"Chairman, I know, I know I didn't do my job well, so I won't argue with your punishment! But considering that I have been loyal to you for so many years, I beg you to let my family go! For them, even if you want to kill me now, I am willing!"

Tang Dong seemed to be begging someone who could control his life. No one could believe that such extremely humble words could exist in today's modern society.

I don’t know if it was because of the power of water dripping through a stone, but the man whose trouser legs were held by Tang Dong in the dark finally moved. He turned his head very slightly and glanced at Tang Dong under his feet. After a few seconds, he nodded silently.

"Thank you, Chairman. Thank you for your grace!"

Tang Dong thanked the man profusely with joy on his face, as if his words were a great favor to him.

"Although you are a waste, considering that you have done something for me before, I can leave your body intact and spare your family."

The man in the darkness squatted down condescendingly, looked into Tang Dong's eyes from a very close distance, and spoke word by word.

"But you have to do one last thing for me."

Tang Dong felt as if he were hearing heavenly music when that person spoke, and he immediately showed his loyalty to that person in an extremely positive manner.

"Chairman, you can do whatever you want with my life. As long as you can agree to my request, I will not be afraid even if it means I have to go through fire and water."

Tang Dong had no idea what the person he had been afraid of for decades was going to do. As a person who had been sentenced to death by this man, he could only be used by him. How could he get the bargaining chips to bargain with others?

"I need you to sacrifice your life to frame that person for me."

When that person said the word "frame-up", it was as if he was chatting with his family members. His tone was extremely relaxed and natural, as if he was talking about what he wanted to eat today. He had no awareness of any improper intentions towards others.

Tang Dong, who was kneeling, immediately realized who the man was talking about. He nodded frantically and assured the man, "Chairman, don't worry. Give me an hour to think about it. I will give you my ideas in an hour."

"You better hurry up."

The man slowly stood up and walked away. The man in black on the side threw an old-fashioned mobile phone in front of Tang Dong, followed the man who was already walking towards the exit, and left under Tang Dong's gaze.

After walking out of the basement, the man brought the man in black to the main hall of the villa. The light golden sunlight outside the window shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his gray hair, but did not reflect a trace of luster.

"I hope he can be of some use before he dies."