Wen Ang hadn't expected that he would be ruined after that incident at the bar.
No matter how many hospitals he went to or how many professional doctors he consulted, it was all in vain.
Before, taking drugs could help him last for half an hour, but now, he couldn't even last two minutes even with medication.
Thinking of this, Wen Ang began to harbor thoughts of taking revenge on women again.
The woman kneeling on the floor looked at Wen Ang and knew he was going to hit her again.
Her body couldn't help but shudder instinctively, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably as she looked at Wen Ang with terror in her eyes.
Seeing this, instead of showing any pity or tenderness, Wen Ang became even more violent.
He directly grabbed the woman's hair.
While slapping her frantically, he asked crazily, "What's with that look? What are you pretending for? You bitch, you slut, you look down on me, don't you?"
Wen Ang's strength was immense; every slap made her ears ring.
Unable to bear the pain, the woman cried out and begged for mercy, "Young Master Wen, I didn't, please let me go, I won't do it again."
The more the woman begged, the more excited Wen Ang became, and his slaps grew even more forceful.
"Let you go? Why? Are you not satisfied or something? Want to find someone else? Didn't you say I was the most powerful? Why aren't you saying it now?!"
The woman covered her swollen cheeks.
Although she was cursing Wen Ang's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in her heart, she didn't dare utter a single word.
At this moment, she felt nothing but endless regret.
Regret for her own vanity.
Regret for listening to her best friend and coming out to make some extra money.
When Wen Ang picked her at the bar, she thought her life was finally going to turn around.
She didn't expect that after getting to know him, this man was not only quick and short, but also mentally deranged.
It disgusted her to death.
However, since she had already taken the money, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
Every time she tried to leave, he would have people bring her back.
If she didn't cooperate, she would be beaten with fists and kicks.
She had no money or influence; even if she moved, Wen Ang would still be able to find her.
Moreover, Wen Ang had a large collection of photos of her, so she couldn't resist at all and could only be at his mercy.
Seeing the woman bowing her head, sobbing, and remaining silent.
Wen Ang felt his self-esteem being insulted once again.
His eyes widened fiercely.
His bloodshot eyes were filled with rage.
"What do you mean by not speaking? Are you afraid to speak, or do you not want to? Huh?"
Seeing Wen Ang pick up a bottle of XO from the table, the woman immediately shook her head and trembled, "Young Master Wen, listen to me, I just froze for a moment. You're the most powerful, the best, the biggest. Please let me go! I don't want the money anymore."
Wen Ang ruthlessly grabbed her hair and said coldly, "Let you go? Do you think what you said is true? I hate women who lie the most, especially sluts like you."
"I didn't, I'm telling the truth. I'll give you the money back, okay? I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much."
Seeing the woman struggling desperately.
Wen Ang fiercely reached out and choked her.
While choking her with all his might, he shoved the XO bottle into her mouth and poured it down her throat.
The Bodyguards nearby felt a bit uneasy seeing this, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Only after the entire bottle was finished did Wen Ang release her with satisfaction.
Seeing this, Chen Hong, who had been shouting just now, now had a strange expression on her face.
Because the Wen Ang in the surveillance footage was like a completely different person from the one she usually saw.
Chen Hong even suspected that the person in the video wasn't the son she had doted on since childhood.
Her son was usually refined and gentle in front of them. How could he be so cruel and perverted?
Watching Wen Ang's crazed behavior in the surveillance footage, Chen Hong's sadness gradually dissipated.
It was replaced by disbelief and fear.
She had thought that Wen Ang hadn't inherited Wen Quan's vicious genes.
This was originally the thing Chen Hong was most grateful for.
But she didn't expect that seeing this today, Wen Ang was actually a second Wen Quan.
And looking at him, it seemed like he... wasn't very capable.
In her grief and fear, Chen Hong was somewhat afraid to watch the subsequent footage.
She instinctively looked at Wen Quan, whose behavior was even more perverted.
Over the years, she had suffered countless abuses at the hands of Wen Quan.
It wasn't until she gradually aged in recent years that Wen Quan finally let her be.
For Wen Ang's sake, Chen Hong had been enduring it.
She kept telling herself that things would get better once her son grew up.
And Wen Ang had not let her down.
Not only was he refined and handsome, but he was also very capable.
Wen Ang had always been her pride.
One of the most important points was that Wen Ang was completely different from Wen Quan.
But she didn't expect that, in the end, a son is like his father.
It turned out Wen Ang had hidden himself so deeply.
And the even more perverted parts were yet to come.
After nearly drowning the woman with alcohol, Wen Ang still wouldn't let her go.
He pulled out his belt and whipped her desperately.
Soon, the woman's body was covered in bruises.