With these thoughts, the panic in his heart slowly subsided.
Just then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.
Several police officers walked in.
"Mr. Huang, someone has accused you of raping multiple female artists and even torturing one to death. You are now being arrested for murder and rape charges. Please come with us to the police station," one of the officers announced.
As the officer finished speaking, handcuffs were clasped onto Huang Wenan’s wrists.
Huang Wenan’s face turned completely pale, his demeanor fraught with panic.
"Officer... Officer, there must be some mistake, I swear I’m innocent..."
The officer’s expression was cold and unfeeling as he pulled out a stack of photographs.
Huang Wenan’s eyes widened in horror. Moments before, he was considering how to deny the allegations, but as the photos were laid bare before him, he succumbed to despair.
Leaning on his status as a director in the past, he indeed had his way with many female artists.
They were all newcomers, yearning for a break, and even if they were reluctant at the start, they eventually gave in, half willingly.
As for the ones with fierce temperaments, who refused to give in, he forced himself on them.
None of them dared to speak out afterwards. They had just entered the industry and were afraid to jeopardize their careers over it.
And for those whom force didn’t work on, he drugged them. Sometimes he went too far, and injuries were a common occurrence.
The worst incident was when he caused the death of a young girl who had just left school.
He panicked at the time, then paid off the underworld to make it look like she was assaulted by thugs.
These things happened in the past, why were they being dug up now!
Huang Wenan slumped onto the hospital bed, overcome with a sense of lifelessness.
Rape, murder, his life was over.
The evidence was irrefutable, and the verdict came swiftly—a litany of charges resulted in life imprisonment.
Huang Wenan had thought he was a dead man, but to his surprise, he received a life sentence.
He had lost his freedom, but at least he was still alive.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, several burly gangsters suddenly entered his cell.
Seeing their lecherous gazes, Huang Wenan shrank back into the corner of the wall in fear.
After sizing him up, they licked their lips and began unbuckling their belts.
"You two, hold him down, I’ll go first," one of them ordered.
Huang Wenan was filled with terror at the scene unfolding before him.
He screamed madly, "What do you want to do, help, somebody help..."
With a slap, a heavy blow struck his face.
"Shut up! Keep yelling, and I’ll rip out your tongue!" one of the attackers threatened.
Huang Wenan’s head twisted to the side, two of his teeth knocked out.
One of the men laughed vilely, "I heard he’s a eunuch. I’ve never seen what a eunuch looks like down there, strip his pants and let’s have a look."
The others joined in the laughter, as their evil hands reached for Huang Wenan’s pants.
Their mocking gazes and sneers filled him with an unbearable sense of shame; he wished for death to take him!
However, what was to cause his complete breakdown was yet to come...
Hearing the pig-like screams emanating from the cell, the policemen standing guard outside shivered with dread.
"Won’t this get someone killed? Should we go in and check?" one asked tentatively.
Another sneered at him, "Yeah, go ahead. If you dare. Do you dare to meddle with Director Lu’s target?"
That person fell silent immediately.
If there was one name in Huaxia that struck fear into people’s hearts, it was Lu Hualiang!
Huang Wenan dared to lay hands on his woman; not even ten lives would be enough for Hualiang to play with!
"Don’t worry, Director Lu won’t let him die; he’ll only make him wish he was dead," someone else chimed in darkly.
At those words, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. It was terrifying.