Chapter 1299: The Dao of Heaven is a Cycle

He had no choice.

He could not escape in front of Wang Yong and Liu Min; the moment he woke up, he would be a dead man!

But if he fell into the hands of Ji Yingjie, he would certainly suffer; he was perfectly clear on that point.

He could only take it one step at a time; for now, his best method was to continue feigning unconsciousness and then look for a suitable opportunity to escape.

Zhu Qingrui had planned it well; this plan could be called perfect, with no issues whatsoever.

The problem was that Ji Yingjie was too clever; she had actually seen through his feigned unconsciousness and tested it out with ease!

After Ji Yingjie exposed him and saw that Zhu Qingrui had no reaction, she continued to provoke him with words: "Tsk tsk! Where did that Zhu Qingrui who was throwing his weight around in front of me go? Where is your bluster now?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to slice me to pieces one cut at a time to avenge your mother? Why are you not keeping your word? I haven't been sliced to death by you yet, so how can you bear to just lie there and not get up?"

As she spoke, her hands were not idle either.

A steel needle, scorched pitch-black, pricked his hand one time after another.

Neither deep nor shallow.

This trick was something Ji Yingjie had learned from Zhu Qingrui himself; back then, he had ordered his subordinates to place burning hot copper coins on her skin and use a small knife to cut the flesh piece by piece, ensuring every cut was the same size—it was very painful, yet caused very little bleeding.

Zhu Qingrui had pressed her for the location of the Treasure at the time, threatening to torture her to death if she didn't speak!

Ji Yingjie was very tough; even after being tortured until she was no longer human, she still didn't die.

The Dao of Heaven is a cycle; whom has the Heavens ever spared?

Now that Zhu Qingrui had finally fallen into her hands, she naturally had to settle the score with interest!

She was certain he had already woken up, but since he insisted on feigning unconsciousness, she let him be.

Go ahead and pretend, but how long could he keep it up?

The scalding steel needle pierced into his flesh again and again; it was very painful!

But because the needle was hot, it did not bleed easily, and even if it did bleed, it was quickly stanched.

Zhu Qingrui had a very strong will; he could control himself not to cry out in pain or frown.

But he could not control the fine beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"You are becoming increasingly unobservant; I just did so much heavy lifting, and you just stood by and watched? You didn't even offer to help; do you want to tire me to death?" This was said to Nianyin.

Nianyin immediately apologized: "I am sorry, Mother; I thought that for such matters, you would want to do it yourself and would not want others to do the work for you."

"You thought?"

Ji Yingjie was dissatisfied: "What you thought you thought, is that really what you thought?"

She stood up and rubbed her waist: "I am going to rest for a while; it is your turn."

"Yes."

They even had shift changes?

Zhu Qingrui felt this was the best opportunity; opportunity knocks but once.

He quietly opened his eyes a tiny bit and discovered that the two were facing away from him while they talked.

The steel needle had long since cooled, and Nianyin was continuing to heat it... if he didn't seize the opportunity now, was he supposed to wait until she finished heating it?

He leaped up and dashed toward the cockpit at top speed!

Zhu Qingrui had thought it out well; by kidnapping the pilot with lightning speed and controlling the cockpit, he might just be able to turn the tables!

Since they were in the sky, this was his only chance.

The plane was full of Ji Yingjie's people, especially Nianyin; he was unarmed, and by sheer force, Nianyin alone could finish him off.

If he controlled the cockpit, he would have room to bargain with Ji Yingjie.

The worst-case scenario was that they would all go down together.

The best-case scenario was that he could escape.

There were parachutes on the plane; at a certain altitude, he could jump and survive.

He had thought it out well.

"Bang!"

Just as he was about to rush into the cockpit, before he could even feel joy, his body slammed into an invisible glass door.

There was actually a glass door to the cockpit?

The glass was wiped so clean that it looked as if it weren't there at all!

Zhu Qingrui was struck dizzy and dazed, and for a moment, he couldn't even react to what had happened.

But that was not the end of it.

Soon, his body began to tremble like a sieve, foam spilled from his mouth, and his face turned pale.

A thin layer of wires was sandwiched in the middle of the glass; the wires were made of very fine silver thread and were impossible to detect inside the glass, but once the glass shattered, their function became apparent.

Zhu Qingrui temporarily lost his ability to fight, and he couldn't even stand up.

Ji Yingjie came before him, looking down at him with a smile.

"Hahaha..."

"Little brat, I knew you were cunning; you still wanted to use this method to escape? You wanted to kidnap my pilot?"

"You haven't learned a single good thing from Qi Heng, only these underhanded tricks."

She had been prepared long ago and had installed a hidden door on the cockpit, specifically for Zhu Qingrui.

His skills were inferior to others, so there was nothing to say.

Zhu Qingrui closed his eyes, turned his head to the side, and resigned himself to his fate.

Ji Yingjie had Nianyin tie him to the chair, remove his socks, and tickle the soles of his feet with a snow-white goose feather!

This was also prepared specifically for Zhu Qingrui.

There were truly quite a few things prepared specifically for him; this goose feather looked unremarkable, but in fact, it had a significant background.

It is a big white goose raised by the water, usually fierce and aggressive, with a short temper.

The owner of these goose feathers has very unstable emotions; its feathers stand up at times and lie smooth at others, and they are very resilient.

When it tickles your ticklish spots, that kind of itch is impossible to describe with words!

"Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahahaha, just kill me..."

Zhu Qingrui laughed through tears, wishing he were dead.

He wanted to struggle, but his body was tied up tightly, unable to break free.

"Want to die?"

Ji Yingjie scoffed, disdainful: "Dream on, how could it be that easy? I went to such trouble to catch you, I wouldn't be willing to let you die!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Ahhhhh!"

Laughter and tears.

These two emotional expressions took turns appearing on his face, constantly switching, and even appearing simultaneously.

"I can't take it anymore, just stab me with a needle!" Zhu Qingrui begged for mercy.

Ji Yingjie was dissatisfied and said unhappily: "You actually dare to negotiate with me?"

"You little brat, you don't even know the immensity of heaven and earth; what do you think you are, what capital do you have to negotiate with me? I will deal with you however I want, you only have the part of enduring it."

When getting off the plane, Zhu Qingrui's eyes were bulging, the whites of his eyes were blood-red, and there were dark bruises under his eyes.

His lips were covered in tooth marks and bloodstains from his own biting.

His ten clean fingernails were dug into his flesh until they were a bloody mess, and his palms were also shredded by his own digging.

From this moment on, Zhu Qingrui developed a condition: he could not look at any feathers, including feathered chickens, ducks, or geese; seeing them made his legs go weak and his head spin.

Ji Yingjie, however, was radiant and in high spirits.

"Little brat, we've arrived home. Don't you like the Ji Family? I've finally invited you back; from now on, you'll stay here honestly and stop going out to wreak havoc on people."

Three days later.

Major newspapers and television stations around the world broadcasted a set of explicit photos almost simultaneously!

It was an eyesore.

A cross-dressing big shot was posing provocatively in front of the camera, striking one disgusting pose after another; it was as disgusting as it could possibly be.

These low-brow photos were not exposed by entertainment sections or small television stations.

They were all heavyweight media outlets.