webnovelfull Chapter 634: Cruel and Brutal Punishment
Chapter 634: Cruel and Brutal Punishment
Su Zhengyang stood in front of Nicolas Cage, his eyes as cold as ice. He slowly raised the half-warmed pot of boiling water in his hand and poured it on Cage without mercy. The moment the boiling water touched his skin, it immediately made a hissing sound and bursts of white smoke rose.
Cage instantly let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body trembling violently, as if burned by flames. His skin was burned red, and some parts even began to blister and peel. His eyes were full of fear and despair, and his lips were burned black and twisted in pain.
The soldiers around were shocked by the tragic scene, but they just stood aside quietly without any action. Ambassadors from various countries also stared at the scene in amazement, their hearts filled with fear and anxiety.
Cage rolled over on the ground in agony, trying to relieve the pain. However, the damage caused by the boiling water had penetrated deep into his bones, and he could not escape this endless torture. His screams gradually became weaker and finally turned into a faint groan.
Cage fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously, his face twisted and painful.
No one dared to look Su Zhengyang in the eye. The entire conference room seemed to have turned into a cold prison, making people feel suffocated and desperate.
Su Zhengyang glanced coldly at Cage on the ground, then turned back to his seat. He picked up the teacup again and took a sip of tea, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. However, the coldness and determination in his eyes made people shudder.
Su Zhengyang turned his gaze to Ambassador Charles Wilson standing aside and asked in a cold voice: "Next, Ambassador Charles, I want to ask you about the attitude of the English Empire on this matter."
Charles Wilson's heart suddenly sank, and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. He had heard about Su Zhengyang's methods long ago, and he also knew that the leader of the Eastern country in front of him was definitely not a good person. At this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure, as if the center of gravity of the entire conference room was pressing on him.
His voice trembled, and he tried to make it sound steady: "Listen to me, President Su. Although our Prime Minister and Queen currently have reservations about returning the concession, I think China's request to take back the concession is reasonable. I have been trying to convince them, and I hope they can reconsider this issue."
However, Su Zhengyang interrupted Charles Wilson again before he finished speaking. He sneered, his voice full of sarcasm: "Ambassador Charles, I understand what you mean. England still refuses to return the concession, and your so-called efforts are in vain."
In the cold and solemn meeting room, Su Zhengyang suddenly waved his right hand and gave a brief instruction. The guard beside him quickly pulled out the military dagger tied to his leg and handed it to Su Zhengyang respectfully. Under the light, the dagger flashed a cold light, like a beast ready to devour people at any time.
Su Zhengyang took the dagger and walked towards the panicked Ambassador Charles Wilson step by step. Although his steps were slow and steady, every step seemed to step on Charles' heart, making his heart beat as fast as a drum.
Charles' face was as pale as paper, and the fear in his eyes was like a violent wind in the dark night, sweeping away all his rationality. He kept backing away, waving his hands in the air, his voice trembling and crying: "President Su, please calm down! Please don't do this, I can explain, I can... I can convince them!"
However, Su Zhengyang did not stop. He looked at Charles coldly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ambassador Charles, I have heard enough of your explanation. Everyone who does not give a satisfactory answer as agreed must suffer such punishment."
Charles' eyes flashed with despair, and he felt his world was collapsing. He kept begging, crying, but Su Zhengyang remained unmoved. He walked in front of Charles, gently lifted Charles' chin with a dagger, and forced him to look at him.
"You brought this upon yourself, Ambassador Charles." Su Zhengyang's voice was cold and ruthless. "I hope you can remember this lesson. I also hope that when you return, you can tell your Prime Minister and Queen that China's determination is unshakable."
The meeting room was filled with a thick atmosphere of fear and tension, and everyone's breathing seemed to be frozen.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Zhengyang swung the dagger without any warning, and the blade instantly cut through the air, accompanied by a dazzling cold light, and fiercely slashed at Charles' right hand. A shrill scream echoed in the conference room, and Charles's little finger on his right hand was cut off, and blood gushed out, quickly staining the surrounding floor red.
Charles' screams were filled with pain and despair. He covered his severed fingers with his shaking hands, but blood still gushed out, staining his palms and sleeves red. His face became even paler due to excessive blood loss, and he rolled on the ground in pain. The scene was unbearable to watch.
Ambassadors from various countries witnessed this scene and were filled with fear. They couldn't believe their eyes that a leader of a country would do such a cruel thing. Their faces turned pale and their heartbeats accelerated, as if they saw their own future fate.
Su Zhengyang looked at Charles coldly, his voice calm and cold: "Ambassador Charles, when I gave you time, you vowed to communicate with the mainland as soon as possible and give me a satisfactory answer, but now, I am not satisfied with the answer you gave, so this is the price you must pay."
After saying that, Su Zhengyang wiped the blood off the dagger and put it back in the hands of the guard beside him. He turned around and returned to his seat, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. However, his words and actions had been deeply engraved in everyone's hearts, making them full of fear and awe for the negotiations with China.
In front of Francois Dubois, Su Zhengyang's eyes became deeper and colder. He scanned the room again, and finally fixed his gaze on the plump and elegant French ambassador. Francois's originally confident and generous face was now replaced by fear, and her lips trembled slightly, as if even breathing had become difficult.
Before Su Zhengyang could speak, François Dubois realized that she had to say something to calm the anger of the Eastern leader. Her voice trembled, and she tried to make her tone sound firm: "President Su! I know the importance of this negotiation. My family has a pivotal position and influence in the whole of France. Please believe me, although the country has not yet given you a satisfactory answer, I will do my best and work hard for it!"
Su Zhengyang listened to Francois' words, but he was not moved at all. He slowly walked in front of Francois and stopped. Francois subconsciously took a few steps back, but soon realized that she could not show weakness, so she straightened her back and tried to look Su Zhengyang in the eye.
However, Su Zhengyang's eyes were like two sharp blades, piercing directly into her heart. He spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice: "Ambassador Francois, I don't care about your family's status and influence. I only care about whether your answer can satisfy China. Give me a satisfactory answer within two days, otherwise, I will let you know what it means for a woman to be worse off than dead. I believe that those brothel customers should like women like you who have outstanding figures and good looks."
Su Zhengyang's words made Francois' heart sink to the bottom. She felt an unprecedented pressure, as if a mountain was pressing on her chest. She knew that she had to take action as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.