Wu Song treats his work like a conscientious carpenter, sharpening one end of the trunk with a dragon thorn: "There is an ancient criminal law in Europe called stake punishment. ”

Raymond's fingers moved slightly.

"I've always wanted to see people on stakes, but you know, it's a civilized society now, and that's not allowed. ”

Tang Xue and Hinata Sakurumi knew what he was going to do with this trunk, and the two of them covered their mouths in unison and looked at him with disgusting eyes.

Wu Song ignored them and continued: "But Mr. Raymond, you are a hard sweat, and you will not take the stake punishment to heart in the future, which is just enough to fulfill my little wish. ”

He kicked Raymond lightly on the body, reminding him to listen to what he had to say: "Mr. Raymond, you don't have to worry about the pain, in order to make you suffer less, and so that you can struggle for two more days before you die, you see, I have cut the pointed trunk into a circle. ”

At the beginning of the stake punishment, the trunks used were pointed, so that although it was convenient to stab the prisoners into the body, in the process of stabbing, the sharp trunks would inevitably puncture the prisoners' internal organs, causing them to die quickly.

Human beings always show infinite wisdom when torturing people, so they changed the pointed end of the stake punishment to a round head, so that when the stake is inserted into the prisoner's body, the round shape will only push all kinds of internal organs to the side, but will not puncture it, so that the prisoner will not die easily.

After Wu Song finished speaking, he didn't care what Lei Meng's reaction was, he handed the prepared trunk to Han Wuming's hand.

"You go to a hidden place, dig a pit first, remember, this pit has to be dug deeper. ”

Han Wuming asked stupidly, "What are you digging a pit for?"

Wu Song turned his head to look at Raymond: "After inserting the trunk into his body, we have to erect him, and then we can see that because of the weight of his body, he slowly fell down, and finally, the wonderful scene of the trunk coming out of his mouth." ”

"Disgusting!" Tang Xue scolded on the side: "Why is Fei so big a big deal, just kill it with one sword!"

"You two go aside!" Wu Song unceremoniously drove Hinata Sakura and Tang Xue away.

When they were far away, Wu Song grabbed Raymond and put him on his stomach.

"Raymond, if you stay for a while, your chrysanthemum will be blown off by a tree trunk, I'm afraid you will feel very cool when you think about it, right?"

Lei Meng had just received two heavy blows from Wu Song, and he had long lost the ability to counterattack and act, and now he could only be at his mercy.

Wu Song placed him face down on the ground, pulled out his trouser belt, and tied his arms behind his back.

Hinata Sakura and Tang Xue hid to the side and watched them from a distance, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Wu Song's attack was ruthless and spicy, but did he really want to torture and kill this dead foreigner? That seemed a little too cruel, right?

Although this dead foreigner almost killed them just now, there is no need to deal with him like this, right?

Obviously, Wu Song thought absolutely differently from them, and he pulled down Raymond's pants and shoved a stone under his knee.

When staking is performed, the caster breaks the prisoner's arms and legs to prevent the prisoner from struggling.

You think, such a thick wooden stick poked into the chrysanthemum - sometimes the stick is thick and the chrysanthemum is small, and the chrysanthemum has to be "expanded" by hand - you have to struggle for you, and the prisoners will be much more honest if you break your hands and feet.

"Han Wuming, you know that you are standing there and watching, you are here to help me!"

Han Wuming reluctantly stepped forward and grinned: "I'm sick to death!"

Wu Song glared at him: "Just now, this dead foreigner almost beat your out, and now I'll give you a chance to take revenge, you still hate this!"

Raymond lay face down on the ground, hearing the two of them muttering incessantly, there was no reaction on the surface, but inside he was already nervous to the point of collapse.

He has seen how painful it is to be beaten by Tyrant Ju, and in his more than ten years of assassin career, he has also stabbed several opponents with wooden sticks who wanted to kill him.

Especially a colleague he had killed, it was still a young man, Raymond remembered vividly that when he smirked and stabbed the stick into the man's chrysanthemum, he screamed and howled, and his body kept rolling on the ground, like a fish thrown on the shore, constantly struggling, but useless.

The rough stick was covered with wooden thorns, and the first half of it had disappeared into the young man's body, blood running down the stick, and soon soaked the ground beneath him.

He was sitting on the sidelines, smiling and smiling, drinking beer, eating sausages, and listening to the fellow's * and howling until he died miserably.

And he is now going to try this painful, desperate punishment.

When the stick hit his ass, finally, his mind collapsed.

"Stop!" Raymond struggled and cried out, "Let go of me, I say ......"

Wu Song didn't pay attention to his pleas, he shouted at Han Wuming, who was standing behind Lei Meng, "What are you rubbing?

Han Wuming wiped his sweat and said angrily: "Why don't you try it?"

"Please!" Raymond cried out loudly, "Please, don't torture me anymore, I will say whatever I want to say, I ......"

Han Wuming squeezed his eyes at Wu Song.

"You see, Mr. Raymond is willing to speak to us now. Wu Song turned to his eyes and squatted down, his eyes full of mockery: "There is an old saying in Longhua that it is called 'toasting and not eating and punishing wine', which describes people like you!

His expression changed, and he shouted coldly: "Say, who ordered you to deal with me and the women around me!"

"A person surnamed Wu, I don't know his name, the person who contacted me called him Mr. Wu......"

Wu Song laughed, he shook his head: "People don't hurt the tiger, the tiger eats people's hearts, Wu Zhenguo, this bastard thing, last time I saw that the old man of the Wu family had already let him go, but I didn't expect him to give up and still remember me!"

"Is he alone, no one else?" Wu Song continued to ask.

"There's another one, but I don't know his name......" Raymond looked up at Wu Song.

"Tell me what this person looks like. ”

"Wearing a pair of rimless glasses, a big back, a long face, and a small gap between the upper incisors. "As a killer, Raymond is still very observant.

"This, isn't this Zhong Qian's second uncle?" Han Wuming, who was standing on the side, could hear who this person Lei Meng was describing.

"Who else can he be! Zhong Qian is his niece! He can do it!"