The most satisfying revenge isn't killing someone with a single blow.
There's a saying: a fate worse than death.
What is a fate worse than death? It's when you endure devastation, pain, and terror—when you are endlessly tormented, yet are forced to remain alive. That is a fate worse than death.
Right now, Jiang Xingze was well and truly experiencing a fate worse than death. His body was covered in a dense swarm of bees. They crawled all over him as if his body were their personal garden, stinging and biting him whenever they pleased.
His heart felt as if it had plunged into the Hell Abyss, and his mind had turned to mush. The tick of every passing second was like a lead hammer striking his heart.
Floating in the air, Tu Xiao'an admired his "artwork" with frosty indifference. He had to admit, this kind of revenge was intoxicating.
Thousands of bees enveloped Jiang Xingze in an airtight cocoon. Even if they did nothing else, the sheer body heat could have killed him.
