The woman stood up and waved her hand.
The person stepping on Su Ling released their foot.
But Su Ling still lay motionless on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the doorway.
No one was there anymore, and the door had been closed again.
Yet he wished, so much, that that person would appear, push open the door, and walk in.
“Tsk, still a little cripple.”
The woman walked over and kicked Su Ling with her foot, her tone teasing.
“Little cripple, turn around. Let me see what you look like.”
Su Ling lay on the ground, his eyes filled with terror.
He didn’t know whether he should obey her.
‘If I don’t obey, what will I face? If I obey, what then?’
Su Ling bit his lip hard.
That woman had sent him here, wanted him to be obedient.
So he would just be obedient.
As long as he was obedient, they shouldn’t do anything to him.
As long as he was a little obedient, it would be fine…
Just as Su Ling thought this and was about to turn his head, a violent tugging sensation seized his scalp.
Pain instantly made tears stream from his eyes!
“Really disobedient. I told you to turn around, and you made me wait this long.”
The woman slowly turned Su Ling around.
The moment she saw his face, she was slightly stunned.
‘This little cripple is actually quite good-looking?’
She swallowed a little saliva.
‘What a pity. Such a pretty little thing, and I can’t play with him!’
But—only if it’s that kind of thing, she supposed.
As long as there was no intimate contact, it wouldn’t count, would it?
Her slender fingers slowly traced the trembling cheek of the little cripple.
She smiled.
But to Su Ling, that smile was like a demon’s—full of terror and cruelty!
“Don’t be scared. I won’t do anything to you today. Later, I’ll arrange a room for you. You can rest well first.”
Su Ling was momentarily stunned.
‘Not going to do anything to me?’ ‘That’s right—I was sent here by that person. She probably wouldn’t dare do anything, would she?’
With that thought, Su Ling’s fear slightly eased.
But only a little.
He was still terrified, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He had been sent here.
This was the Young Slave Pavilion—a place that trained slaves for others.
He really had become a slave.
He didn’t want that.
He didn’t want to become like that, a slave with nothing.
Tears silently slipped from the corners of his eyes.
The woman glanced at him.
She was already used to this.
Every little boy sent here was like this—helplessly crying.
But what use was that?
If crying could solve problems, then everyone in the world would just cry. Why bother with war?
She didn’t bother with the little cripple anymore.
She returned to her desk and leisurely continued watching her computer.
Su Ling curled up in the corner, crying until he was exhausted, then slowly lifted his head.
‘Didn’t she say she’d arrange a room for me?’
Confused, he looked up and saw the woman leaning back in her chair, legs propped on the desk, holding what looked like a bottle of cola, lazily watching something.
Su Ling bit his lip and tried to stand.
But with only one leg, he couldn’t get up at all.
He tried several times, each time falling heavily to the ground.
Helpless, he used his hands to support himself and slowly crawled over to her.
Once he reached her side, he wanted to speak up and get her attention.
But as soon as he looked up, he saw the screen on the computer she was staring at.
In an instant, he froze completely.
Because those images were not a movie or anything he expected—they were surveillance feeds!
Every monitor showed one or two little boys.
Some, the same age as him, knelt on the ground, holding trays filled with wine and water, kneeling before women…
Others were locked in cages, covered in whip marks.
Some were suspended in midair.
Some were tightly bound to walls.
And some were wedged into a wall, only their upper bodies exposed in a bizarre posture.
Su Ling only glanced at it for a moment before quickly looking away, lowering his head, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
‘Am I going to become one of them?’
‘No, no!’
Just thinking of such a situation made Su Ling unable to suppress his fear.
He desperately wanted to escape this place.
But his body felt as heavy as lead, rooted to the spot, unable to make a single move!
The woman glanced at the little cripple and mentally labeled him as “really timid.”
She pulled back one leg and kicked Su Ling with her foot.
“What do you want?”
Su Ling didn’t answer.
His body was rigid, his mind in chaos, completely at a loss.
The woman set down her cup, sat up a little straighter, and studied the little cripple with curiosity.
Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught the collar around Su Ling’s neck.
She remembered this collar—it was one they sold, and a limited edition at that.
‘I never thought Gu Qingyuan would buy such an expensive gift for this little cripple.’
After all, although this gift was a collar, it meant that by giving it, the master’s affection for the pet was extremely high!
She herself had a collar like this.
At first, she just thought it was fun and wanted to wear it, but later she never found a suitable person to give it to.
With that thought, she grabbed the collar around Su Ling’s neck and pulled it hard.
All the collars from the Young Slave Pavilion had a feature: a small QR code on the back, used to bind the owner’s app.
But the higher-ups at the Young Slave Pavilion also had permissions.
As long as they scanned this code, they could obtain the collar’s authority.
She immediately picked up her mobile phone and scanned the QR code.
With a ding, the QR code was successfully scanned.
But the interface that popped up made her pause.
The name in the owner field was not the Gu Qingyuan she expected.
It was a name she had heard before but wasn’t familiar with.
“Ye Moran?” she murmured. “Who is she?”
Hearing this name, Su Ling abruptly lifted his head.
‘Why did she say my Elder Sister’s name?’
“You know her?” Seeing Su Ling’s reaction, the woman immediately realized Su Ling might recognize the name.
Then again, since she was the owner of this collar, Su Ling would naturally know her.
Su Ling nodded, staring at her in confusion.
‘How does this woman know my Elder Sister’s name? Does she know my sister? Has she recognized me?’ ‘Then can I ask her to let me go?’
But her next words directly shattered his fantasy—and even made him collapse inside.
“This collar was a gift from her. It shows that she is the owner of this collar.”
To make her words credible, she even handed the phone to him so he could clearly see the information.
The information was complicated, but in the owner field, there were only those three characters: Ye Moran!
Su Ling’s head buzzed.
He felt like the world was spinning, and breathing became difficult in that instant.
Elder Sister… why?