lcionline Chapter 580 Death of the Huang Brothers
Chapter 580 Death of the Huang Brothers
Su Zhengyang cast an admiring look at Chen Tong. In his opinion, Chen Tong possessed the passion and sharpness that are unique to young people, but at the same time he was calm and had the demeanor of a great general. Among the top talents he summoned from the system, Chen Tong was a leader among them for his proficiency in both civil and military affairs.
Three hours later, the lights in the conference room gradually dimmed, indicating that the discussion about the fate of the country had finally come to an end. After intense discussions, the leadership finally reached a consensus: the country would develop steadily, while resolutely taking back the concessions and being ready to go to war against Fuso at any time to defend the dignity and interests of the country.
After the meeting, Su Zhengyang waited quietly in the presidential office. When Chen Tong appeared at the door, he stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand to greet the loyal general.
"Commander Chen, thank you for your hard work." Su Zhengyang's voice was full of gratitude and respect.
Chen Tong responded: "It is my duty to serve the country."
After the two sat down, Su Zhengyang asked about some key details of the Liuwan War. Chen Tongyi recalled and described to Su Zhengyang the fierce scenes of the war and the heroic performance of the expeditionary soldiers. Their conversation was full of memories of past battles and prospects for future wars.
When talking about the Huang brothers, Chen Tong's tone became serious. He told Su Zhengyang that he had captured the Huang brothers and imprisoned them in the Beilongcheng prison for serious criminals.
After hearing this, Su Zhengyang slowly spoke: "Huang Guangtai actually dared to attack my offspring. They touched my bottom line. I am not interested in seeing them again. You can just make the arrangements."
Chen Tong nodded, showing his understanding. He had expected that Su Zhengyang would not let the Huang family go. After all, Huang Guangtai's behavior had touched Su Zhengyang's reverse scale. He said, "Please rest assured, President. I will handle this matter properly."
The conversation between the two continued in the presidential office late at night. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, but the lights inside the house were bright.
The next afternoon, deep inside the Beilong City prison for serious criminals, the damp, dark air was filled with the smell of mold and rust. Inside the cell, the Huang brothers, Huang Changfeng and Huang Changlin, were pale and limp on the cold concrete floor. Their eyes were empty, as if they had gotten used to the despair and darkness here.
Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps broke the silence of the cell. Several prison guards in black uniforms, holding batons, marched forward in a serious manner. In front of them, the head of the prison, a burly man with sharp eyes, was leading them to the cell of the Huang brothers.
As they approached, the Huang brothers gradually came to their senses. They looked up and saw the cold faces of the prison guards and the stern eyes of the person in charge, and a chill ran down their spines.
"Huang Changfeng! Huang Changlin!" The prison director stood at the door of the cell, his voice cold and majestic, "You two are diehards of the Southern Government. You betrayed China and the people. Your crimes are unforgivable! According to the order issued by Congress, you will be executed immediately without trial!"
After hearing the announcement from the prison director, the two Huang brothers reacted very differently. Huang Changlin turned pale instantly, fear surged into his heart like a tide, and his eyes widened as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he let out a faint whimper from the corners of his mouth. His legs softened, and he lost control of his bladder in front of everyone, with urine forming a noticeable wet mark on the wet ground. His eyes were full of despair and pleading, as if he wanted to find a trace of sympathy from the indifferent eyes of the prison guards, but all he got was a ruthless look.
Huang Changfeng was completely different. When he heard the death sentence, anger instantly ignited in his eyes. He struggled to stand up from the ground. Although his body was weak from long-term imprisonment, his voice was full of reluctance and strength.
He cursed angrily: "Su Zhengyang! You beast who deserves a horrible death! You hypocritical hypocrite! You will not have a good end!" His words were full of resentment and curses towards Su Zhengyang, as if he wanted to use these words to vent the anger and unwillingness in his heart.
When the prison director heard Huang Changfeng's angry curse, his brows furrowed. He waved his hand, signaling the prison guards to come forward.
Several prison guards immediately rushed into the cell and pinned Huang Changfeng to the ground. They began to torture and beat Huang Changfeng inhumanely. Although Huang Changfeng was in excruciating pain, he still struggled unyieldingly, cursing incessantly.
Finally, the prison guards finally took Huang Changfeng and Huang Changlin out of the cell. Huang Changlin was still limp on the ground, without even the strength to get up. Although Huang Changfeng was covered in wounds, he still held his head high, his eyes full of indomitable spirit and anger. They were put on the prison van and driven to the execution ground. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two looked lonely and desperate.
The execution ground was filled with a murderous atmosphere. It was surrounded by expressionless soldiers and a few civilians who were allowed to watch the execution. Their eyes were focused on the Huang brothers in the center.
At this time, Yan Shuangying, dressed in black casual clothes and with a grim face, came forward. He put his hands behind his back, his eyes were murderous, and he looked around. His voice was cold and clear: "Stop the two criminals who betrayed the country, Huang Changfeng and Huang Changlin, by slow slicing! Skin them alive, and then crush their bodies and pour them into the toilet, where they will be accompanied by filth and never stand up again!"
After the order was given, several executioners came forward, holding sharp daggers in their hands, with no expression on their faces, as if they were just carrying out an ordinary task.
Huang Changfeng and Huang Changlin were taken to the execution platform, their hands and feet were tightly tied, unable to move. Huang Changfeng's eyes were still full of indomitable and angry, while Huang Changlin had completely collapsed, with only endless fear and despair in his eyes.
The executioner began to work. With the first cut, a deep cut was made on Huang Changfeng's back, and blood gushed out instantly. He clenched his teeth and made no sound. But as time went on, the pain of the cut became more and more unbearable, and a painful expression began to appear on his face.
Huang Changlin had already fainted from fear. The executioners did not stop slashing with their daggers, but continued to cut them one after another until both of them were covered with shocking wounds.
During the execution of Lingchi, the pain and misery of the Huang brothers were unbearable to watch. Huang Changfeng's face was covered with sweat and tears. Every cut of the dagger seemed to cut into his soul. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, but his body trembled involuntarily.
Huang Changlin had already lost consciousness. His face was as pale as paper, and his body was covered with bloody wounds, making him look extremely miserable.
The executioners continued their task expressionlessly, and each knife fell accurately on the two men's bodies, pushing them to the brink of death. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely heavy, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the blades cutting through flesh and the occasional faint groans, which made people shudder.
Finally, when the breath of both men completely disappeared, the executioners stopped what they were doing. They lifted the bodies of the two men down and crushed the bones bit by bit with tools. Afterwards, the broken bones were poured into a huge pit, where they were mixed with the filth.
There was complete silence all around, with only the gurgling sound from the toilet and the occasional sound of the wind. Yan Shuangying stood aside, watching all this with a cold gaze.
As one of Su Zhengyang's most trusted right-hand men, there are some things that Yan Shuangying will naturally handle without Su Zhengyang's personal instructions.