Golden Scale [EN]: Chapter 130

Hou Longtao hugged Gao Miaomiao’s head, thrusting violently. To him, the sensation was akin to using a “massager.” Deprived of oxygen, Gao Miaomiao was in a semi-comatose state. Even unbound, she was helpless against the assault.

Hou Longtao bent his legs slightly, leaning forward, chin jutting out, ceasing his hip movements. Gao Miaomiao’s eyes widened, her expression pained as she desperately tried to pull away, but she couldn’t overcome his strength.

“Haa…” Hou Longtao stepped back, withdrawing his still-ejaculating penis from her mouth, spraying the remaining semen on her face.

“Cough cough… cough cough…” Gao Miaomiao twisted and fell to the ground, coughing violently.

Hou Longtao retrieved a condom from his pocket, tore it open, and put it on. He bent down, arranging Gao Miaomiao into a kneeling position, pushed up her skirt, yanked down her black panties, and gripped her buttocks.

“No… no…” Gao Miaomiao weakly protested, unable to offer any real resistance.

Hou Longtao looked at her kneeling before him, the same position Ru Yun [his wife] had been in when he raped her over a year ago. But this ass, in shape, color, and texture, was no match for his beloved wife’s.

“Wuwu…” Gao Miaomiao cried, likely realizing she couldn’t escape her fate.

Hou Longtao didn’t penetrate her as planned. He tore off the condom, wiped himself on her buttock, stood up, and discarded it.

“You…” Gao Miaomiao felt a sense of relief, but didn’t understand his actions.

Hou Longtao kicked her ass. “Who do you think you are? Do you deserve to be fucked by me, Gao Miaomiao?”

“Ah!” Gao Miaomiao looked up, surprised. “You… how do you know my name?”

“Heh heh.” Hou Longtao sneered, didn’t answer, and walked out.

“Spare your life? Spare your mother’s ass!” Long Shang kicked Yi Feng in the stomach twice more. “You won’t die that easily.”

Sirens wailed in the distance, growing closer.

“Damn, let me get a few kicks in.” Liu Nan jumped over and kicked Yi Feng in the face.

“Ah!” Yi Feng covered his face and rolled on the ground.

Two police Iveco vans arrived, and five or six officers, led by Li Baoding, emerged. “How is it? No surprises?”

“No.” Er Dezi offered a cigarette. “You’re early.”

“Fuck,” Baoding glanced at his watch and waved. “Carry on, then.”

“No need, take him away.”

Two officers grabbed Yi Feng and dragged him to the police car.

“You… what are you going to do?” Yi Feng didn’t resist, but couldn’t help asking.

“Why so much nonsense?” An officer kicked him in the shoulder. “Get up and walk, don’t be a dead pig.”

“What about these people?” Baoding pointed to the squatting security guards and workers.

“Why not give them a political lesson, old man?”

“Okay.” Baoding’s expression turned serious. He tossed his cigarette, straightened his uniform, took an electric baton, and approached the group. “Squat down, hands on your heads, put out your cigarettes. Are you on vacation here?”

A commotion rippled through the crowd, but few complied. A young man sat motionless, right in front of Baoding, looking less than twenty.

Baoding gently poked him with the baton. “What are you doing?”

“Are you a real policeman?” The young man stared at Baoding.

Baoding produced his ID and tossed it to him. “Take a good look.”

The young man examined it carefully before slowly squatting down.

“Did you see it clearly?” Baoding asked, pocketing his ID.

“Yeah.”

“You little bastard.” Baoding activated the baton and jabbed it into the young man’s shoulder.

“Ahhh!” The man convulsed and fell, twitching.

“Everyone squat down,” Baoding said softly.

This time, the effect was immediate. Everyone squatted and covered their heads.

“Don’t think today was just a simple fight. You ganged up. If I investigate, I could call you a violent gang, a criminal organization. Who are the leaders? It wouldn’t be hard to get you ten or eight years. Speak up, who are the leaders?”

No one answered.

“You all have jobs and families. Think about it, if I arrest you, what happens to your parents, children, wives? Don’t break the law, understand?”

Again, silence.

“Do you hear me!?” Baoding roared.

“Yes.” “We hear you.” Several people startled.

“Get out of here, go do what you need to do.”

They hadn’t expected it to end so easily. They helped each other up and retreated. The beating was for nothing.

“Da Ge [Big Brother], what about these people?” Several thugs escorted Jin Song and the others over.

“Take them to the cafeteria, keep an eye on them.”

“Should we beat them up?”

“Beat them if they’re not honest.”

“Okay.”

“Wait,” Baoding examined Jin Song and the others. “Hehehe, are these the guys who were going to ‘fairy jump’ [extortion scam] Monkey?”

“It’s them. This bastard blackmailed Monkey last time,” Wu Da pointed at Jin Song.

“You’re really something, falling into a wine vat [getting caught].” Baoding grabbed Jin Song’s collar and dragged him out.

“Big brother, no, no…” Jin Song saw the policeman leaning back, arm extended, ready to strike.

“Fuck you!” Baoding punched him in the face.

“Ah!” Jin Song fell, feigning pain. The punch was heavy, but not that heavy. He knew he had to play it up.

“Take them away.” Baoding waved.

Soon, Hou Longtao arrived, an unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Is everything settled?”

“Settled,” Long lit his cigarette. “Did you have your fun?”

“Fun my ass.” Hou Longtao changed the subject. He beckoned four or five young women. “Go to the villa, bring that woman to the cafeteria. Let’s go, let’s take a stroll around the Sanhe Public Security Bureau.”

Hou Longtao didn’t deal with Jin Song immediately. He wanted to let them stew in their fear.

Gao Miaomiao crawled on the bedroom floor for a long time before managing to stand. She was smarter than Jin Song. She realized Hou Longtao had set a trap. Someone betrayed her. The only one who knew and hadn’t appeared was Sha Bi [likely another accomplice].

Gao Miaomiao knew Hou Longtao wouldn’t let her go easily, but she couldn’t wait here. She tried the door, locked from the outside. She tried the window, but couldn’t open it with her hands cuffed.

The bedroom door opened, and several young women entered. They saw her struggling to pull a chair to the window. “What are you doing? Jumping? Go ahead, show your tits and ass. Even if you survive the fall, the wolves will finish you off.”

“You… what are you going to do?” Gao Miaomiao saw the women. They didn’t look friendly, but she wasn’t too nervous.

“Why so much talk?” A woman opened her handcuffs and threw her a coat. “Follow us.”

Gao Miaomiao had no choice. She put on her clothes and left the villa surrounded by the women. They arrived at the cafeteria, filled with thugs playing cards, drinking, and swearing. Jin Song and the others squatted in the corner, heads down.

“Move aside,” the women pushed through the crowd and sat Gao Miaomiao on a chair near Jin Song.

“Hehe,” a thug hugged a woman. “It’s boring waiting. Let’s have some fun.”

“Get lost.”

“Tch, okay, then let me take this chick out, how about it?”

“Tired of living?” The woman pushed him away. “Prince Tao [Hou Longtao] hasn’t decided what to do with her. If you’re so tough, go fuck her, I won’t stop you.”

“Damn, no fun.”

“It’s okay,” Kuang Fei approached. “If you can’t touch her, use your mouths. Make her tell dirty jokes.”

“Right, right, right.” Twenty or so thugs surrounded her. Kuang Fei was close to Hou Longtao, he had the most authority. “Did Prince Tao fuck you good? Did he fuck your asshole? Did he fuck you so hard you screamed for mommy?”

“Mommy, mommy,” a woman feigned a tender voice, panting slightly. “Prince Tao is going to fuck me to death, mommy save me…”

“Hahahaha…” Lewd laughter erupted.

Gao Miaomiao looked at the leering thugs, terrified. Teased and humiliated, she wept.

“What the fuck are you crying for!?” A woman shoved her head, grabbed her hair, and shook it. “We’re asking a question! Are you mute? Ah, did Prince Tao fuck you good?”

“You… stop…” Jin Song’s weak voice came from the corner.

“Who told you to talk!?” Several thugs kicked and punched them, all four of them.

Gao Miaomiao cried harder. She didn’t know how it would end, regretting her decision to be bait. She realized Hou Longtao was more than just an entrepreneur.

Yi Feng was pushed into a detention cell in the backyard of the Sanhe City Public Security Bureau. The lights were off, he could only see a figure crawling on the bed, humming. He touched the wound on his face, unable to think of an escape.

The lights flickered on, and the two men inside were shocked to see each other.

“Brother?” Yi Feng saw his brother’s pants pulled down to his thighs, his bloody buttocks exposed, as if he’d been beaten dozens of times. “You… why are you here? What happened?”

“Someone is messing with us!” Yi Luan was even more convinced of his theory with Yi Feng’s arrival.

“It must be those bastards.” Yi Feng gritted his teeth.

“Who? What bastards?”

“Dang dang dang,” someone knocked on the bars. “No talking! Someone’s here to see you.”

The cell door opened, and seven or eight men rushed in. They pinned down the two fat men, including those who had beaten Yi Luan earlier.

“What are you doing!?” Yi Feng struggled weakly.

Yi Luan paled at the sight of the men. “Big brother, don’t… don’t beat me again.”

“Brother, why… why are you so afraid of them?” Yi Feng had never seen Yi Luan so scared.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” The man who beat Yi Luan pulled down Yi Feng’s pants.

“What are you going to do!?” Yi Feng had the same thought as his brother, his buttocks tightening.

“Don’t be nervous,” Hou Longtao and his six brothers entered, filling the small cell. “Since we’re visiting, we won’t play any perverted games.”

“You… you’re with them?” Yi Feng recognized Da Pang and the others. He didn’t remember beating six or seven Beijing thugs three years ago, let alone what they looked like. He didn’t recognize Hou Longtao from earlier.

Hou Longtao was sure Yi Feng wouldn’t recognize him, so he went to “Fu Lu Shou” [a symbolic gesture]. “Brother Feng’s memory is bad. Three and a half years ago, you slammed a wrench into my stomach.”

“You…” Yi Feng searched his memory.

“Don’t say anything, beat him!” Liu Nan was impatient.

The “executioner” raised a rubber slipper.

The sound of slapping mixed with Yi Feng’s screams. Blood mist rose with each strike. He was unconscious in five minutes.

Er Dezi punched him in the head, waking him. “Keep going.”

Yi Feng was knocked unconscious three times. At first, he groaned and begged, now he was silent.

“Enough.” Hou Longtao stopped them, grabbed Yi Feng’s sweaty hair, forced his head up, and slapped his pale face. He used all his strength, knocking his head away, leaving hair in his hand. “Three and a half years, we’re even.”

Soon after “Dongxing” [Hou Longtao’s gang] left, a policeman entered the cell.

“Old Guan…” Yi Feng struggled to look up. This policeman was his inside man, a security team leader.

“You two,” Old Guan sat on the bed and pointed at the fat men. He was in his early forties. “You’re something, you poked a hornet’s nest.”

“Who are they?”

“You don’t know the big shots of Dongxing Group, and you’re in Beijing.”

“I’ve never heard of them, what do they do?”

“Alright,” Old Guan waved. “Don’t ask, you can’t afford to offend them. When they came the day before yesterday, they brought two directors from the 11th and 13th divisions of the Beijing Municipal Bureau. Our director was sucking up to them.”

“They came the day before yesterday? Why didn’t you tell us?” Yi Feng wasn’t angry, Old Guan was on his payroll.

“Hmph, they investigated you. You know what they did first? They put me under house arrest. Enough, I’m here to deliver a message.”

“What message?”

“You,” Old Guan pointed at Yi Luan, “gathering people to gamble, a huge amount, no fine, fifteen days detention. You,” he pointed at Yi Feng, “fighting with weapons, fifteen days detention. These are the light charges. They have a pile of materials, you’re a criminal gang, it wouldn’t be hard to get you ten or eight years.”

“No way?” The brothers paled. They didn’t understand the law. Power and money were the law, but that wasn’t entirely true.

“Don’t be scared, they left a way out. You can leave now, but you must leave Beijing in ten days, and you can’t stay in Sanhe. Go wherever you want, but not these two places.”

“Why?” Yi Luan was unsure.

“Tch,” Old Guan shook his head. “If you don’t agree, stay here. If you agree, but don’t follow through, that’s on you. Those big shots have money and people. They’ll check on you, can you handle it? We’re friends, believe me, you won’t have a good ending.”

“We’re letting them off easy.”

“Alright,” Old Guan got up. “Pretend I said nothing, I’m just a messenger, you decide.”

“Don’t, we agree.” Yi Luan touched his burning buttocks. He needed to leave.

The seven brothers entered the “Fu Lu Shou” cafeteria. Four men with bruises and blood were squatting in the corner. Gao Miaomiao was sobbing. They didn’t notice the seven new arrivals.

Hou Longtao took a chair, put his feet on the table, put a cigarette in his mouth, and threw the pack on the table. Someone lit it for him.

“Alright, everyone else, wait outside,” Long ordered. The six brothers found chairs near the “prisoners.”

Dozens of thugs and women left, leaving ten. Hou Longtao and his men sat, and Kuang Fei stayed.

“Kneel down,” Da Pang said calmly.

“I said kneel down!” Kuang Fei shouted.

“Thump,” “Thump,” all five “prisoners,” including Gao Miaomiao, knelt. Hours of abuse had broken them. They were happy the men had returned, even if worse awaited them, at least there would be an end.

“You’re too bold, you dare to touch Tai Sui [offend someone powerful]? You dare to target Prince Tao of Dongxing? You want money more than life, right?” Kuang Fei began to lecture. “Prince Tao throws out a million, and people will chase you to chop you, even if they don’t kill you, they’ll scare you to death!”

The five people trembled, like frightened chickens, snot and tears streaming down their faces.

“Hehehe.” Hou Longtao laughed. They were on the verge of collapse. He thought they’d be stronger. There was no need to tease them. They regretted their actions.

Hou Longtao kicked Jin Song in the face, knocking him down. “You think I’m a sucker, right? You enjoy spending my money, right?”

“No, Prince Tao, spare me, we were blind, we didn’t recognize Mount Tai [a figure of speech for not recognizing someone important],” Jin Song kowtowed.

“So you admit it?” Hou Longtao sat again.

“I admit it.”

“What about you?” Hou Longtao tapped Gao Miaomiao’s chest.

“We admit it.” Gao Miaomiao didn’t dodge.

“Admitting isn’t enough,” Long shook his finger. “Two hundred thousand, how will you pay it back? Even selling the house and car is only a hundred thousand. You split the rest, twenty thousand each, can you raise it in ten days?”

“This…” The five looked at each other. Twenty thousand, they couldn’t borrow it. Three hadn’t participated in the first blackmail, but they were involved now.

“How is it, possible or not?” Liu Nan flicked a cigarette butt.

“No… no…”

“Not possible!?” Liu Nan glared. “Then it’s easy, stay here and sell yourselves. But looking at you four, no one wants you. How about this, you get out, leave her here,” he pointed at Gao Miaomiao, “let her work, one person can earn two hundred thousand, take five thousand, five a day, and it’ll be three years, you can leave when you pay it off. Start now, I have a hundred men, let them fuck her twice, and you’ll pay back 40,000, how about it?”

Gao Miaomiao collapsed. A puddle appeared under her, she wet herself… (Golden Scale is not a thing in the pool) [meaning someone with great potential is now ruined]