Chapter 750: Chapter 750

Yao Jie gasped for breath, her forehead covered in beads of sweat, and whispered, "Brother Hu, what should we do? My life is all that’s here, as long as you are willing to let my son go."

"Great maternal love, trading your life for your son’s. Sounds quite touching. The problem is your life can’t help me pay back the money," Brother Hu continued, stroking the stubble on his chin.

"No!" Yao Jie’s mind was suddenly clear, and she realized her opponent was definitely after something. She lifted her head and said, "Brother Hu, you must have some way for me to repay this debt."

"Haha!" Brother Hu laughed loudly, slapping his thigh while sizing up Yao Jie with his dull eyes.

The face Yao Jie lifted gradually became calm and cool. At this point, if she showed weakness, it would only make saving her son impossible. Both of them would be dead.

Seeming to sense the emerging tough spirit in her bones, Brother Hu frowned, his hand reaching across the table and suddenly grabbing Yao Jie’s chin.

Yao Jie felt as though her face was clamped in iron tongs, the pain penetrating deep into her bones.

It was as if her opponent wanted to crush her bones.

Meanwhile, looking at her struggling face, he seemed unusually interested and said, "Although they say you can repay your debt with your head, if you are willing to repay it with your body, I might consider it."

Without a second thought, Yao Jie spat directly onto his face.

Brother Hu’s face darkened drastically, followed by him viciously grabbing her and throwing her down.

Yao Jie couldn’t match his strength, even when she was thrown onto the edge of the sofa and hit her head, blood gushed like a river.

Brother Hu touched his own face, felt her saliva, and burned with rage; he walked up to her and lifted his foot to stomp on her body: "Broke bitch, offering you a chance to whore yourself out to repay your debt was giving you face. You don’t take the candy given to you, instead choosing the whip. Fine, I’ll oblige!"

Saying this, he pulled off the belt tied around his waist, swung it, and started to whip her body.

Yao Jie lay there like a dead fish, half-dead.

Just then, someone rushed into the VIP room and hurriedly whispered into Brother Hu’s ear.

Brother Hu turned his head, looking at the messenger, "Who did you say is here?"

"Someone said they’ve come bringing big money for Brother Hu."

It took a moment for Brother Hu’s mind to process this news.

However, shortly after, another person entered, carrying a briefcase which was placed on the table in front of Brother Hu. As soon as the briefcase was opened, it was filled with US Dollars, the green bills dazzling everyone in the room.

Brother Hu sharply inhaled. Follow current novels on novel[f]ire.net

Who doesn’t love money?

Whoever this person was, they were very generous!

With a grand gesture, Brother Hu walked back to the sofa where he had been sitting.

Yao Jie still lay there motionlessly, silent as the dead, but unable to escape either way.

Men stood guarding the door.

Soon, a series of footsteps appeared at the entrance to the VIP room.

"Come in," Brother Hu called.

The door opened. Light from the hallway streamed in, shining into the slit that barely remained in Yao Jie’s eyes.

Her hair was short, tied neatly in a ponytail, wearing an embroidered white shirt on top, black trousers on the bottom, and a pair of low-heeled black leather women’s shoes.

Her features were delicate; her calm face emitted a faint glow like jade.