The First Military God of the Border

Inside the courtyard.

Song Qingyan was tied to a bed.

His body was tightly bound, and he could not move.

His mouth was stuffed with a white cloth.

Although Song Qingyan was in a dangerous situation, she remained calm, and her face did not show much fear or helplessness.

Not far from him were the guards, among whom Yang Yun was the most familiar.

In front of Yang Yun were several small dishes and a jar of wine.

To Yang Yun's left, right, and opposite him were two border soldiers, all of whom were his subordinates and had been brought from Ningyuan Town. At that moment, they were all drinking, making quite a bit of noise.

Of course, besides these four border soldiers, there was another person sitting at a table on the side. He had his own table, and the setup on his table was the same as Yang Yun's group.

This person is Mr. Ghost, who is Hu Ning's confidant and manages all the big and small matters around Hu Ning.

Of course, he also had another important identity: he was sent by Cheng Wuyou to monitor Hu Ning.

Although this person was young, he had a delicate, feminine face, and a faint smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

All he could think about at that moment was how to torture Song Qingyan so that she would hand over the brewing method for Thirty Mile Red.

He drank a glass, a smile curving his lips as he walked up to Song Qingyan.

He waved his hand: "Bring a bucket of water."

A border soldier eagerly brought over a bucket of water and put it down. With a glance from Mr. Ghost, the border soldier went to sit down and drink again.

As for Mr. Ghost, he tricked Song Qingyan into binding him in a prone position.

Then, an extremely cruel scene unfolded: Mr. Ghost directly pushed Song Qingyan's head into the bucket of water.

Song Qingyan couldn't breathe and could only struggle desperately, but the struggle was useless. Her head was pressed down tightly and her body was held down.

Time continued to pass, and Song Qingyan's struggles grew increasingly intense. Finally, he slowly raised his hand, giving Song Qingyan a chance to awaken.

Then he leaned down and asked, "Boss Song, if you know what's good for you, hand over the stuff. It's really hard for me to bear seeing such a beautiful woman like you being tortured like this."

Song Qingyan was unusually fierce. She turned her head and glared at the effeminate man in front of her without saying a word.

Mr. Ghost wasn't angry; instead, he laughed and pushed Song Qingyan into the water again. The moment she entered the water, Song Qingyan began to struggle violently once more.

This time, Song Qingyan was unable to breathe for even longer.

From her initial struggles to her convulsions and desperate attempts to break free of the book, Song Qingyan eventually calmed down.

Mr. Yang Yun, the cleaver ghost, sat there, frowning every day: "Old ghost, what you're doing is going to kill people. If someone dies, you'll get nothing."

Mr. Ghost turned around and smiled, his tone tinged with smugness: "You bunch of roughnecks, what do you know? This method looks simple, but it's actually not simple at all. If it takes too long, people will die; if it takes too short, it won't achieve the effect of making the victim's soul tremble. Learn from this; there are many tricks to it."

"Captain Yang, do you want to give it a try?"

Yang Yun shook her head and cursed, "You can play by yourself. I'm not as perverted as you."

Mr. Ghost released Song Qingyan to breathe, and then submerged her in the water for the third time.

While Song Qingyan was suffering, Hu Ning entered with her bloated body.

He glanced around and saw Song Qingyan struggling. His expression changed, and he immediately shouted, "Mr. Ghost, stop... she can't die yet."

Hu Ning stepped forward and removed Song Qingyan's hand, cursing, "Mr. Ghost, if he dies, who am I supposed to get the secret formula from?"

"If the general blames you, will you take the blame or will I?"

Mr. Ghost disdainfully shook off Hu Ning's hand, sneered, turned around and went back to the table to sit down, drinking by himself.

At this moment, Song Qingyan was panting heavily. The prolonged inability to breathe made her feel as if she had experienced a major death, and she had not recovered for a long time.

Her face and hair were wet, and she looked rather disheveled.

Hu Ning looked at Song Qingyan with heartache: "Boss Song, why are you doing this? Hand it over, and we'll cooperate. The entire Linjiang County, and even further afield, will be our territory."

"Although I, Hu Ning, am ruthless in my actions and you may look down on me, my feelings for you are as clear as day and night."

Song Qingyan remained silent.

"In this way, as long as you hand over the recipe, I will let you go back and continue to run your business. From now on, our two families will have no more enmity and will keep to ourselves."

Song Qingyan remained silent, glaring at Hu Ning.

A few seconds later, a glob of phlegm was spat onto Hu Ning's face, and then she turned her head away, resigned to her fate.

Hu Ning, his face full of anger, wiped his face clean, his expression turning completely dark, and remained silent for a long time.

Upon seeing this, everyone burst into laughter.

"Boss Hu, do you want the prescription or your wife?"

Yang Yun walked up, patted Hu Ning on the shoulder, and then walked to the bedside, looking at Song Qingyan's curvaceous body with a chuckle.

"Boss Hu, in my opinion, since this woman is so stubborn, why don't we try a different approach? I don't believe we can't get her to talk."

Upon hearing this, the other border soldiers immediately understood and began to speak.

"Captain, take it easy. I remember last time we went out on a mission, you really made that village girl faint."

Hu Ning was furious: "Yang Yun...you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Yang Yun shoved Hu Ning aside and glanced at him, saying, "Manager Hu, what's wrong? You still want to disobey the general's orders? Don't forget, the general sent us here to get the secret recipe, not for you to mess around with women."

"If we fail to complete the mission assigned by the general, we'll all be in trouble, and you think you can get away with it?"

"You just stand there and watch, and you can check for leaks after the brothers are done."

Upon hearing this, the other border soldiers stood up and approached Yang Yun. They looked at Hu Ning with mocking eyes.

In Hu Ning's heart, Song Qingyan is her white moonlight, her cinnabar mole, a goddess whom no one else can desecrate.

But now, watching his goddess being taken by these burly, rough men, he felt uneasy, yet helpless.

After much deliberation, for the sake of Thirty Mile Red's brewing recipe, he could only reluctantly turn away and walk to the side.

On Yang Yun's side, they had already reached the bedside, their eyes roaming over Song Qingyan's body, their desire written all over their faces.

With their combined efforts, the group quickly turned Song Qingyan over. Looking at the silent Song Qingyan, Yang Yun reached out and pinched her chin.

"She's really a beauty, brothers. This mission was worth it. This girl is top-notch."

Song Qingyan tried hard to turn her face away, but Yang Yun was too strong, and she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

Yang Yun was now driven mad with lust. His fingertips slid down Song Qingyan's neck, and with just a flick of his finger, Song Qingyan's clothes were torn open, revealing her fair skin and her huge breasts, half-hidden, a sight to behold.

Song Qingyan screamed in shock. At this moment, she was truly terrified. She could die, but she absolutely could not bear to be insulted by these beasts in front of her.

But what could she do? There was no way to escape.

Seeing that Yang Yun was eager to try, Song Qingyan felt only despair, and tears of despair streamed down her face.

But she remained silent.

"Boss Song."

Hu Ning was truly desperate: "Boss Song, I'm begging you, please just tell me, otherwise they really will..."

"If you lose your innocence and word gets out, even if you keep the formula, how will you do business in the future?"

Yang Yun sneered, "Hu Ning, shut the hell up."

After cursing Hu Ning, Yang Yun pounced on Song Qingyan.

But at this critical moment, the door was kicked open.