1868
Meanwhile, outside "Ziyin Town," Fu Hanwen bought a farmhouse and locked Shi Dazhuang in one of the courtyards.
Yuan Bao was a man of his word; Shi Dazhuang had been starving for two days and lay weak on the ground, looking frightfully with lifeless eyes.
However, Yuan Bao knew what he was doing—giving him water two or three times a day, knowing that this dead fat pig wouldn't die too soon.
"Please... give me something to eat, please..." Shi Dazhuang was so hungry that his eyes were blurry, feebly pleading.
"When your father comes, if he's sensible, we'll give you some food. If not, hmph~~," Yuan Bao snorted coldly, "when the time comes, your life will be gone, and all we could give you would be offerings."
"No... sob... I don't want to die..."
"Shut up!" Yuan Bao barked, and Shi Dazhuang's already faint sobs abruptly stopped.
Suddenly, a glint of coldness flashed in Yuan Bao's eyes, and his lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, "Finally, they're here!"
