How Dark Can Human Nature Be?

I once worked as a driver for a wealthy heir, witnessing his extravagant lifestyle—different women every night, luxury cars, yachts, and designer watches. But his true obsession was “torturing human nature.”

His name was Qin Wenyou. Outwardly refined, with gold-rimmed glasses and fair skin, he was the type women adored. But beneath the surface, he was a monster.

One evening, Qin and his latest fling—a young model—were dining outdoors. He tossed cigarette butts on the ground. An elderly street cleaner muttered a complaint as he swept them up.

Qin immediately stood, picked up the butts himself, and apologized with a smile: “Sorry for the trouble.”

The model recoiled: “Ew, don’t touch that, it’s filthy!”

Qin glared at her. “Shut up. This man earns his keep honestly—unlike your mother, who flaunts her body for money.”

The model fell silent, stunned.

Once the cleaner left, Qin made a call. Within minutes, six thugs arrived. He tossed a bank card on the table—“Whoever puts that old man in the hospital gets this.”

The card held millions.

That night, the elderly man was beaten within an inch of his life. A journalist intervened, filming the assault before police arrived. Shockingly, all six thugs competed to confess, hoping to claim the reward.

The next day, Qin held a press conference. He feigned outrage, announced a “charitable fund for the elderly,” and even shed crocodile tears. The public ate it up. His company’s stock rose.

This was Qin’s game: manipulate, destroy, then profit from the aftermath.

The Journalist’s Downfall

The reporter who exposed Qin’s thugs? Fired overnight. No media outlet would hire him. His fiancée, seduced by one of Qin’s lackeys, betrayed him on their wedding night—sending him videos of her infidelity.

The journalist snapped. He murdered his wife in a rage, then wandered the streets, howling like an animal before arrest.

Qin laughed while reading the news.

The Trap

I became Qin’s driver out of desperation—my younger sister had leukemia. At first, he seemed almost… kind. He paid well, even offering to help with her treatment.

But it was all a ruse.

One day, he ordered me to run over a pregnant woman for 50 million. I refused. Later, he paraded my high school crush—now his plaything—before me, forcing me to listen as he degraded her.

When he discarded her, she begged for death. Qin granted it—smashing her skull in when she claimed to be pregnant with his child.

The Breaking Point

I gathered evidence to expose Qin. But his brother, Qin Wutao, “saved” me from an assassination attempt—only to reveal my sister had been murdered.

Fueled by vengeance, I leaked Qin’s crimes to the media. As authorities closed in, I kidnapped him.

For days, I tortured him in a forest shack. He begged, offered fortunes, even licked my shoes.

On the seventh day, I gave him a choice: “Cut off your feet and crawl to the highway, or eat my corpse to survive.” Then I shot myself.

Epilogue

Qin was found—half-mad, his fingers severed, my remains partially devoured. Declared insane, he was institutionalized. Later, he bit his brother’s throat out during a visit.

Now, he claims to be me in his delusions.

The Qin empire collapsed. But the darkest revelation? His brother orchestrated it all.