nucmednet Chapter 834: I Like Married Women Suzuki Taro
Chapter 834: I Like Married Women Suzuki Taro
In the conference room, the original negotiation table and neatly arranged chairs had already been overturned and scattered all over the floor, becoming the background of this crazy fight.
The lights flickered, and it seemed as if even the air was trembling, reflecting the two men's hideous and distorted faces.
Fujita Teru's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast trapped in the abyss. His breathing was heavy and rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently with every gasp.
His hands tightly grasped Suzuki Taro's shoulders, his nails almost digging into the other's flesh, but he no longer cared about that at the moment.
His face and neck were covered with sweat and blood, which mixed together and looked extremely terrifying.
Suzuki Taro rode on Fujita Teru's body, his eyes wide open, as if spitting fire, his face twisted and almost deformed by anger and pain. He kept swinging his fists, each of which hit Fujita Teru's head and face mercilessly, and each blow was accompanied by a dull sound and Fujita Teru's painful groan.
But even so, Fujita Teru still did not let go. His teeth were deeply embedded in Suzuki Taro's left arm. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, mixed with the saliva at the corners of his mouth, and dripped onto the ground, forming glaring red flowers.
The part of Suzuki Taro's left arm that was bitten by Fujita Teru was already bloody, and blood kept gushing out like a fountain, staining his sleeves and the floor beneath him red.
Taro Suzuki was almost losing his mind in pain, but his anger and unwillingness made him continue to vent. His fists seemed to have become machines, swinging tirelessly.
Everything around seemed to be still, with only the roars of the two men, the sounds of punches and kicks, and the sound of blood dripping intertwined together. This fight had far exceeded the scope of reason and had become a collision and tearing of the most primitive desires in the depths of the two men's souls.
Fujita Teru's face was almost completely deformed, and the blood at the corners of his mouth mixed with his broken front teeth made him look extremely tragic.
Fujita Teru's eyes were wide open, but they had lost focus due to pain and anger, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, like two burning flames.
The piece of flesh that he had torn off from Suzuki Taro's arm was still hanging by his mouth, swaying slightly with his panting, adding a bit of horror and bloodiness.
On Suzuki Taro's arm, a shocking wound was exposed, blood and flesh were blurred, and bones were faintly visible. He obviously felt unprecedented pain and fear. But anger drove him to desperately smash Fujita Teru's face with his elbow, and every heavy blow was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Under the continuous heavy blows, Fujita Teru's nose bridge finally couldn't bear the weight and broke and collapsed. Blood and snot mixed together and flowed down, dyeing half of his face red.
The thin Fujita Teru seems to be no match for Suzuki Taro.
Li Yunlong, who was watching the fight, leaned against the door frame and shook his head, saying, "If you keep fighting like this, you'll be beaten to death. Eye-poking, throat-locking, crotch-grabbing! You're such a loser."
Li Yunlong's words were like a flash of lightning that cut through the darkness, unexpectedly arousing Fujita Teru's hidden desire to survive and fighting spirit.
Fujita Teru suddenly burst out with strength and cursed "Baka". Although the voice was unclear, it was full of determination and madness.
Then, Fujita Teru's right hand shot out like lightning, and his index finger viciously stabbed Suzuki Taro's eye socket.
Kitaro obviously did not expect this sudden attack. His pupils suddenly shrank and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Fujita Teru's fingers seemed to have a thousand pounds of strength, and he forcibly dug Suzuki Taro's eyeballs out. Blood gushed out, instantly staining his cheeks and lapels red.
The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence, with only the screams of Suzuki Taro and the sound of blood dripping echoing. Li Yunlong, who was watching the fight, sneered and shook his head. He was both surprised and took it for granted for Fujita Teru's sudden counterattack.
At this critical moment of life and death, human potential is often stimulated to the limit, and Fujita Teru has obviously been forced into a desperate situation and has to give it a try.
Taro Suzuki's screams echoed in the empty conference room. He covered his bloody eyes with his hands. The pain made him roll on the ground, as if every inch of his skin was burning.
However, the severe pain did not make him lose his fighting spirit, but instead aroused his even more crazy desire for revenge.
Taro Suzuki struggled to get up, picked up an overturned chair, and smashed it at Fujita Teru with a desperate force.
Just as Fujita Teru was about to take advantage of the situation to counterattack, he did not expect Suzuki Taro's counterattack to be so swift. He was hit by a chair unexpectedly and his body fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.
Suzuki Taro took the opportunity to jump up and rode on Fujita Teru again, like an angry beast. His hands were like iron pliers, tightly pinching Fujita Teru's neck, with crazy anger flashing in his eyes.
Fujita Teru's face quickly turned red, his breathing became rapid and difficult, and his eyes were wide open, full of fear and unwillingness.
He tried his best to break free, but Suzuki Taro's strength seemed endless, suppressing him firmly.
The breath of life gradually weakened in Fujita Teru's throat, and he seemed to have felt the approach of death.
At this moment, a calm and indifferent voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tension and chaos in the conference room: "Fujita, you are really pitiful. Do you know that you risked your life to come here to deliver the message, while Suzuki Taro visited your mansion every night in Kyoto and indulged in intimacy with your wife..."
Su Zhengyang's words were like a bolt from the blue, causing Fujita Teru's body to stiffen suddenly.
He was slightly startled, with a gleam of disbelief in his eyes. Suzuki Taro's notoriety of liking married women was already an open secret in Kyoto, but he never thought that he would be cuckolded.
An unprecedented anger and humiliation surged in Fujita Teru's heart, it was the pain of being betrayed by the person he trusted the most.
There was a twisted look of pleasure on Suzuki Taro's face. He looked down at Fujita Teru, his eyes flashing with pride and mockery.
He deliberately slowed down his speech, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting into Fujita Teru's already broken heart.
"Fujita, Fujita, do you know your wife Keiko? Her body is so hot that it's hard to resist." Suzuki Taro's tone was somewhat obscene, as if he was recalling some beautiful memories, "Especially when she is lying on the bed, her curves and skin are simply a beauty on earth."
Fujita Teru's eyes were wide open and burning with anger. He tried desperately to struggle, but Suzuki Taro's grip prevented him from moving.
He could only watch as Suzuki Taro continued to humiliate him, the anger and humiliation in his heart about to erupt like a volcano.
"Oh, by the way, there's one more interesting thing." Suzuki Taro paused deliberately, looking at Fujita Teru's face twisted by anger, and an inexplicable pleasure surged in his heart, "There is a heart-shaped birthmark on Keiko's butt. Every time I..."
At this point, Suzuki Taro deliberately kept the secret and revealed an even more lewd smile on his face.
Fujita Teru's pupils suddenly shrank. He couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't believe that Suzuki Taro, who had been his boss for many years and seemed to be quite nice to him, would actually do such a dirty thing.
"You actually... You actually..." Fujita Teru's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "You beast! How could you..."