In the end, he actually ordered the woman to take off her clothes.
At first, the woman refused; after all, Wen Ang wasn't the only man present.
Finally, the woman could no longer endure it.
She stripped until she was completely naked.
At this point, it could be seen that Wen Ang's interest seemed to finally be piqued.
He slowly lifted the girl's chin.
He began to kiss the woman forcefully, unable to control himself.
While kissing her, he apologized like a man possessed: "I'm sorry, An Xin. I shouldn't have hit you like that, but you just wouldn't listen. So, I have to show you what I'm capable of; I want you to submit at my feet."
The woman seemed long accustomed to Wen Ang calling her by another woman's name.
At this moment, far from refusing, she even cooperatively wrapped her arms around Wen Ang's neck.
However, because of her action, Wen Ang, who had just gotten into the mood, suddenly became dejected again.
With a look of utter disappointment, he pushed the woman away forcefully and slapped her again.
"Why are you holding me? You're not allowed to reciprocate. She isn't as cheap as you. You slut—as soon as I'm a little nice to you, you start acting like a whore."
After torturing the woman for a while longer...
Wen Ang seemed to grow tired.
Only then did he return to the room. From this point on, Wen Ang was no longer seen, followed immediately by the scene of the Bodyguards rushing out to find him.
Unlike Chen Hong's terror, Wen Quan, who had remained silent all along, seemed somewhat excited upon seeing this.
Chen Hong seemed to sense Wen Quan's terrifying gaze; her whole body trembled involuntarily, and she lowered her head in fear.
However, she soon realized a gaze was fixed steadily upon her. Although Chen Hong was afraid, she had no choice but to look up and meet his eyes.
With one look, her entire body began to shudder even more violently.
Just as she had suspected, Wen Quan's eyes were slightly wide, staring at her with the expression of a hunter.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xing and Li Zewei, who were watching the video again from the side, saw their expressions darken once more.
Both of them were fathers, and their own daughters were about the same age as the woman in the surveillance video.
Seeing Wen Ang torture this woman so ruthlessly, an inexplicable fire rose in both their hearts, filling them with endless rage and contempt for Wen Ang.
Someone like this deserved to drown.
To escape Wen Quan's perverted gaze, Chen Hong immediately turned to them and asked, "Where is that slut? Wasn't she the last one with my son? Where is she?!"
A nearby Bodyguard replied, "Madam, she was sent to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. She hasn't woken up yet."
Upon hearing this, Chen Hong showed no sympathy; instead, she was extremely dissatisfied. "Hasn't woken up? Then wake her up! She was the last person with my son; she must know where he is!"
Even the Police on the side couldn't stand Chen Hong's words.
One of the female officers spoke up: "We have already conducted a preliminary investigation into this suspect. According to the surveillance video, the party was in a state of alcohol poisoning after being forced to drink by your son. If she hadn't been sent to the hospital in time, she likely would have died. Under these circumstances, this girl had almost no opportunity or possibility to commit a crime, so she can basically be excluded..."
Before the policewoman could finish, Chen Hong immediately interrupted her.
Even though she, like this girl, was also someone who had suffered domestic abuse and maltreatment.
But humans are creatures least capable of empathy.
When the abuser became her own son, her tolerance for such situations became exceptionally high.
Chen Hong said relentlessly, "That's just your speculation. 'Almost no possibility' doesn't mean 'absolutely none.' She was the last person with my son. If she couldn't move, maybe she had other accomplices! Hurry up and bring her here for a proper interrogation! Saving a life is urgent—where is my son right now?"
Chen Hong's words made everyone present extremely uncomfortable.
"Ms. Chen, we will naturally send personnel to investigate once she wakes up. Please wait patiently."
Hearing this, Chen Hong started ranting again: "It's always these same few sentences. You haven't found the person yet and you're just wasting time. You're all a bunch of useless trash; a dog would be faster than you with this kind of efficiency."
"Ms. Chen, please use civilized language. We are public officials, and we are currently handling a case. If you continue to use such language to obstruct the investigation, I will have someone escort you out. Furthermore, the video clip of your son just now already involves the suspected abuse of a woman..."
Chen Hong didn't take this warning seriously at all.
She was already very familiar with cases like this.
After all, she herself was a victim of female abuse.
She understood perfectly well that if no report was filed for such a case, the Police had no way to intervene.
It was just like domestic violence; even if you called the Police and the local Women's Federation got involved, so what?
As long as you didn't want a divorce, they would at most give the other party a lecture. And then? Whether they would change was uncertain. If you dared to call the Police, they might just hit you harder next time.
Wen Ang's case was even easier to handle.
That girl clearly came from an ordinary family. Even if someone like her reported it, so what?
At worst, they'd spend some money for a private settlement. If a settlement wasn't possible, they'd just stall.
If they dared to refuse to drop the case, they'd find someone to target the girl's family.
Over time, it would always be resolved.
In any case, their family had plenty of money; they'd see who could outlast whom.
Though these words were unpleasant, they were the reality.
In this world, it was simply too difficult for ordinary people to defend their rights.
Chen Hong said with total lack of fear, "So what? Has the other party reported it? I'm telling you, you're dragging your feet on the case right in front of you and obsessing over an irrelevant matter. Is this how you handle cases? I think you've grown tired of wearing those Police uniforms, haven't you?"
Faced with Chen Hong's threat, the officers did not compromise.
"Whether we wear these uniforms or not isn't up to you. We operate according to rules and regulations."
"Then let's test that. I've said it—if anything happens to my son, none of you will escape. I want you all to..."
Before Chen Hong could finish her threat, there seemed to be movement from the Recovery Team.
Just then, a worker ran over quickly, out of breath, and shouted to them, "We've pulled him up! Come quickly!"
The words Chen Hong was about to say came to an abrupt halt.
Her mouth hung slightly open as she froze on the spot, large tears immediately spilling from her eyes.
If the person had been recovered, it meant Wen Ang had truly drowned.
Her last shred of hope was shattered.
Chen Hong couldn't muster an ounce of courage. She covered her mouth, tears streaming down as she whispered, "Is that person my son? Is it?"
Seeing Chen Hong break down, Wen Quan, who had been silent, stepped forward quickly.
A soaking wet corpse was being hoisted onto the shore.
The body had already turned white from being submerged in water; the stiff limbs and purple lips all signaled that this person was completely devoid of life.
Wen Quan walked over to take a look; his eyes widened, his body swayed for a moment, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
In an instant, over a dozen complex emotions rose from the depths of Wen Quan's heart.
Sadness, reluctance, grief, anger, relief, secret joy... all these emotions crashed against his heart.
At this moment, he actually didn't know if the feeling in his heart was sorrow or joy.
Although the corpse before him was bloated from the water, it was indeed Wen Ang.
His son was finally gone... Behind him, Chen Hong saw Wen Quan's body sway, and her heart collapsed even further. She immediately ran up.
She rushed to the side of the corpse, her eyes wide.
She didn't say a word, just quietly scrutinized it, as if wanting to confirm more clearly whether the corpse before her was truly Wen Ang.
After staring at the body meticulously for a long time...
Chen Hong finally couldn't help but crouch down tremblingly and began to wail heart-wrenchingly, "Ang, this isn't you! This isn't you! It's not!"
Perhaps due to being in too much pain, Chen Hong stopped screaming after that roar.
A few seconds later, she wailed to the heavens again: "Who was it?! I'm going to kill them!"