Chapter 82
Berlin's eyes were still full of venom. She was like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to bite me at any moment.
I could imagine that if she weren't chained up right now, she would definitely pounce on me, pin me down, and tear at my throat with all her might using her mouthful of yellow teeth, until I was a bloody mess and stopped breathing.
Too bad for her, there was a chain around her neck.
I bent down slightly to stare at Berlin, saying with a smile, "When I stole from your house back then, you should know very well that I was ordered to do it by Luca."
Berlin's expression paused for a moment. She snorted coldly, "Everyone in your family is a lowlife thief."
Hearing Berlin say this, anger surged up inside me. I stared at her coldly and asked, word by word, "Even my mother?"
Berlin seemed to think of something and let out a creepy laugh, looking at me and saying, "You don't know yet, do you? What did your mother do?"
My blood almost froze in that instant. I stared tightly at her eyes and asked, word by word, "Why don't you tell me what my mother did?"
Berlin sat back down, slumping against the wall, as if recalling things from the past. "Your mother was indeed good, but she wasn't a good woman. Haven't you ever wondered why she would know someone like Luca?"
In my mind, I had always thought that my mother, to make a living and raise me, had no choice but to be with Luca. After all, at that time, my mother was still taking care of me, and it would indeed be difficult for her to find an honest, decent man to marry. So I thought my mother must have been introduced to Luca and married him out of necessity.
But I didn't voice my thoughts. I just quietly stared at this vicious woman, waiting for her to continue.
Seeing that I had no intention of asking directly, Berlin once again revealed her disgusting yellow teeth and said to me, "Why didn't your mother allow you to follow her when she went out at night? Have you thought about that?"
My eyes blinked, as if realizing something. My lips trembled, and even my voice was shaking, "You're lying!"
Hearing this from me, Berlin laughed even more happily.
"Looks like you should know what your mother did for you. Yes, that's right, she was a whore, standing at the alley entrance every day. For just two hundred bucks, anyone could mount her and abuse her like a bitch. Luca was one of her regular customers!"
Hearing this, I couldn't take it anymore.
I stood up, rushed in front of her, and slapped her hard across the face.
I glared at her furiously.
I had never been this angry before. Anyone could insult me, torture me, but I would never allow anyone to speak ill of my mother in front of me.
Especially this Berlin - I knew how disgusting she was, and I wouldn't believe a single word she said.
My breathing gradually became heavier.
Berlin looked at me as if looking at a clown.
She spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva to the side, her eyes staring tightly at me, continuing to say, "So what if you don't admit it? This is an open secret. Haven't you ever wondered why Luca always called your mother a slut? Because it's the truth."
Watching her disgusting mouth continue to babble on, something in my brain seemed to snap with a crack.
I don't know where I picked up a steel pipe from, but I swung it heavily at her mouth.
Along with Berlin's scream, I saw several of her teeth fall out, mixing with the dirty blood on the ground.
My ears were ringing, my chest heaving with each breath.
Just as I was about to rush up and beat her again, familiar arms embraced me.
I looked up, somewhat stunned to see Kane stopping me, my heart suddenly feeling a bit panicked.
Kane had seen this brutal side of me - would he think differently of me?
My eyes were full of anxiety.
But Kane slowly curved into a smile, gently stroking my hair and saying softly, "With people like this, if you beat her to death directly, she'd actually feel relieved."
With that, Kane took the steel pipe from my hand, then snapped his fingers.
A group of men wearing sunglasses and black suits entered the room.
They were holding various items in their hands.
Or more accurately, they should be called torture instruments.
Berlin, still rolling on the ground, heard the commotion and struggled to get up.
When she saw what those men were holding, she was horrified, and fear finally appeared in her eyes.
Berlin shook her head, her voice trembling.
"No, you can't do this to me. I can call the police. If you kill me, you'll go to jail!"
Kane seemed to hear a joke. He curved his lips and stared coldly at Berlin, "Are you trying to talk law with the mafia?"
Berlin's face turned pale, as if she finally realized what a stupid thing she had done.
She looked at Kane, trembling, knelt before him, kowtowing while pleading, "I was just confused for a moment. That thing was actually Luca's idea. I have children, too, and I need to make a living. Luca gave me a good sum of money back then..."
But before she could finish, Kane pressed an iron rod into her mouth.
Kane stared at her, his expression casual.
"How hard your life is doesn't matter to me at all. I don't even want to hear another word come out of that mouth of yours, so enjoy the feast that's coming."
With that, Kane used it like a crowbar, using Berlin's few remaining pitiful teeth as a fulcrum and wrenching upward hard.
I heard heart-wrenching screams, watched Berlin's body convulsing continuously, just staring quietly like that, my gaze never shifting away.
Kane threw down the iron rod covered in blood and saliva, then picked up a needle from a plate nearby.
That needle was thicker and longer than the one Berlin had used on me before.
Kane placed the needle in front of Berlin's eyes, admiring the fear in them, and revealed a smile.
"This needle is made of the hardest steel, which means, as long as I have enough strength, this needle won't stop."
Berlin finally understood what Kane was going to do to her.
She screamed, struggling backward, trying desperately to shrink herself into the corner against the wall.
But Kane didn't give her that chance at all. He dragged her out like dragging a dead dog and had the suited men nearby step hard on her hand.
Berlin rolled and struggled like a dying fish, trying to pull her hand out from under the suited man's shoe.
But her strength was no match for those men at all.
Kane squatted down and had someone shine a flashlight on her fingers.
Their hands were so withered that they were somewhat disgusting.
Kane looked at the yellowed nails and picked up one of her fingers with disgust.
Kane turned his head to Berlin and said, "Think about it carefully."
Then he didn't hesitate to thrust that gleaming silver needle hard into Berlin's fingernail.
Screams echoed through the basement.
I was somewhat surprised to find that I didn't feel the slightest bit of pity, but rather felt satisfied.
This was all her punishment for insulting my mother.