"You Won’t Believe What Yu Menglong Said to His Assailants"

Yu Menglong
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What if Yu Menglong could finally speak his truth?
In this emotional voice-over, Yu Menglong confronts each of those who hurt and betrayed him — one by one. Every word carries the weight of trust broken, pain silenced, and justice waiting to unfold.
🎙️ This voice has been recreated through AI to represent his thoughts and feelings — a symbolic message of truth, karma, and the power of conscience.
You betrayed me. You, who filmed it and turned my final moments into a feed.
Did the glow of that screen feel warm?
It will be cold when it reflects the face of the person you became.
Was it all worth it? Too late now.
And you, the manager I thought I can trust, took everything from me.
My freedom, my hard-earned money, my dreams, my dignity.
You thought my silence would lift you higher.
But the reputation you wear is stitched with my ribs.
Every stitch weakens until it unravels.
And you, the one who called me worthless.
But deep down, you know who is worthless.
You. You're nothing but a piece of ----, full of jealousy.
You sharpen the blade in your own hand.
Soon, it will cut what you love the most.
Yourself.
You, the one who watched, helped and smiled when I crumpled.
Why did you think your help mattered?
Did you think hurting me could bury a man's name?
Every night you sleep on a grave you helped dig.
Do you hear something under your pillow?
That's my memory, refusing to be smothered.
And you, my brother, who struck me to prove yourself.
Did your fist erase my laugh, my small acts of kindness?
Did it make you larger?
The echo of your cruelty follows you, a shadow that grows while you shrink.
About you. Who traded decency for this?
You kept score on my brokenness and celebrated each point.
There is a scoreboard inside your chest now, and it marks the cost.
You will pay in ways your bravest lies cannot hide from.
Tormented me like the others, and left when it was over.
You walked away like a passerby from a burning house.
Know this. You left embers in the corners of your life.
Embers never stay harmless.
It stays in your soul forever.
And you? I don't know why.
Power kept you drunk.
You believed you were untouchable.
Here's what you didn't count on.
The universe keeps receipts, and money can't hide the truth.
Shame on you.
Shame on all of you that's responsible for my untimely demise.
The most cruel and inhumane torture I've got from you
are worse than any animal would ever encounter.
You will not get away with this.
Not in whispers, not in sleep, not in the quiet corners.
Where you pretend to be good, the day you cross the line
is the first day your world rearranged itself.
The debt grows. It swells.
It will come back on you, a hundredfold.
Ah, not because I wish cruelty.
Suffer? Perhaps.
But if suffering can teach what you refuse to hear from my voice.
May you be haunted by small mercies you ignored and denied.
May you taste a fraction of what you served me, so you remember.
Because my absence insists on an answer.
I am not asking you to regret for my sake alone.
I am asking you to look at yourselves.
You took my breath, my life.
But you did not take the truth that names you.
The truth that follows you.
The truth that will sit on your shoulder every time you close your eyes.
Remember what you put me through.
And remember how you chose to be monsters.
God forbids that some of you gets away from the law.
That memory will be the law that'll fines you.
No matter what you do, to go back to the life you had,
before you ended mine, will never going to happen.
The day I took my last breath was the day your life changed.
And it will never ever be the same again.
And by the time you come across with this message,
you've already gone through a lot of hell.
And I'm not going to ask, am I right?
Because I know I am right.
Remember Karma, I wish I can say.
Until we meet again.
But we know that day will never come.
Because you're going to a place where you all belong.
The place you call hell.
Of all this, my only regret is, not fully understanding.
Why? What have I done so bad to all of you?
That you think that I deserve all the things you've done to me.
Well, I guess I will never know.
I just hope God will find a reason in his heart to forgive all of you.
Mom, I'm really sorry I left you.
You know I tried, but they are just too many and powerful.
There's no way I could have escaped.
I won't be there physically to guide you,
but my spirit will always going to be there beside you.
I love you. Goodbye now.
