At that moment, Dean was too terrified to doubt a single word that Charlie spoke.


    When he heard Charlie’s chilling deration that he would continue to self-destruct until death, Dean’s heart sank, feeling as desperate as someone raised in a tropical rainforest who had never encountered ice or snow, suddenly plunged into a pool of liquid nitrogen.


    He understood that he stood no chance against Charlie, and he was painfully aware that none of his younger brothers outside could match Charlie’s strength either. This realization deepened his sense of hopelessness; escape was not an option.


    If the younger brothers sensed something was amiss and rushed in, they would likely be overpowered by Charlie, leaving Dean with no hope of rescue.


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    His thoughts no longer revolved around revenge or preserving his dignity. Instead, he found himself fervently wishing to plead with Charlie to end the inhumane torture and humiliation.


    Who could have imagined that the honor and self-esteem he was willing to defend with his life and that of others would be utterly destroyed by the old, grimy toilet brush forced into his mouth?


    Kneeling helplessly, Dean could only nod frantically with the toilet brush gagging him, hands sped above his head, resembling a well-trained puppy, desperately adopting a submissive posture in hopes of gaining Charlie’s forgiveness.


    Charlie gazed at Dean’s pitiful state on the ground, sneering as he asked, “Has anyone ever begged you on their knees, just as you are begging me now?” Dean momentarily froze, and a flood of memories washed over him.


    Familiar yet unfamiliar faces emerged in his mind—those were the unfortunate souls he had tortured to death or driven to suicide through his brutal methods.


    In terms of cruelty, Dean was far more ruthless than Charlie.


    He took pleasure in inflicting the harshest, most humiliating suffering on the most innocent, cowardly, and vulnerable individuals.


    In contrast, Charlie, despite his own brutal tactics, would never harm innocent people.


    Noticing Dean’s silence, Charlie smiled slightly and remarked, “This is our first encounter. I may not know much about your past, but that doesn’t really matter. Those outside are well aware of your deeds. Why don’t you let them tell me about the evils you’vemitted?”


    With that, Charlie grasped the end of the toilet brush, lifting Dean off the ground.


    A wave of even more intense pain surged through Dean’s mouth. He felt as though there was not a single spot of healthy tissue left; his mouth was a bloody mess of ulcers. The anguish was excruciating.


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    Even though Dean had crumbled under the pressure multiple times, Charlie viewed this as merely an appetizer.


    With one hand lifting Dean via the toilet brush, Charlie approached the bathroom door and gently turned the doorknob.


    Outside, fifteen men waited, with seven or eight looking overly excited.


    A tall,nky man, unable to contain himself, unbuttoned his belt and eximed to those around him, “The boss is finished; now it’s my turn to enjoy!” He quickly dashed to the door, eager for it to open.


    The instant the door swung open, he nced inside and, with a smarmy grin, asked, “How do you feel, boss…” But before he could finish, he froze upon realizing that Charlie, with a cold expression, stood before him.


    Stunned, he failed to grasp the situation and merely smirked, saying, “Oh, our Asian beauty, are you looking for a second?”


    Charlie smiled, shutting the door with one hand. Dean, positioned in front of him, remarked with a grin, “Looks like you really want to be the second.”