Hearing Wang Chengde's screams, Song Li knew that it was almost over, and if he continued to fight, even if he was not injured internally, this grandson should die of pain. Looking at the scars on his body www.biquge.info there are more than 20 criss-crosses, although this punishment is not enough to offset the crimes he committed, but it can make him unforgettable, and he will never dare to forget.

Killing people is the easiest thing, and as soon as you slap it, Wang Chengde's dog life will be explained. Wouldn't it be cheaper for a person who had done so many evil things to die so simply? In Song Li's concept, the greatest punishment was to let him live rather than die, and live to suffer the crime. It's far more terrible than death.

After Song Li stopped, Wang Chengde crawled out and evacuated, he had just experienced an unforgettable torture, Song Li was simply synonymous with the devil in his eyes, he had never felt that a person was so terrible! Naturally, the farther away from him, the better.

"Who told you to leave? Did I say let you leave?" Song Li said lightly, listening to Wang Chengde's ears, it was completely the devil's talisman, he was so frightened that he shuddered, and a strong fishy smell came from the crotch of his pants. This Yanei, who was still showing off his martial arts and prestige before, was actually frightened and incontinent by Song Li's gentle words.

"Uncle...... My grandfather...... I'm just a bubble of stinky shit, and you step on me and dirty your feet, aren't you...... You just think it's a fart, let me go......" A child who is spoiled by the family, once he encounters a tough counterattack from the outside world, will be a thousand times more pustuated than an ordinary child. Once again, this truth has been verified. Wang Chengde had snot and tears flowing together, and the shape was extremely unbearable.

"I am a person who has an extremely clear distinction between public and private, and the punishment of whipping just now is for the public, but there are still private matters between us...... " Song Li slowly paced in front of him, looked down at him expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Don't think that you are miserable, think about Chunxiang who was beaten to death by you on the street, think about those who were unjustly killed by you, think about those who were bullied by you, when they begged you for mercy, did you ever have compassion and let them go?"

Wang Chengde didn't dare to look at Song Li's eyes, did he still need to think about it? Wang Yanei liked to see the pitiful appearance of others when they begged for mercy the most in his life, and then he would not only not spare others, but would also be more devastated. When he thought about it, the fear in his heart was even greater...... Does he want to see what happened to him when he begged for mercy, and then beat him up again?

Thinking of this, Wang Chengde was so frightened that his soul flew away! He was afraid, really afraid!

"Master...... Master Chincha...... The little one kowtows to you...... Can't fight anymore Wow...... If you hit the small one again, you will die...... I was wrong...... I shouldn't be bullying...... I kowtow to Haruka, to those I killed...... Will you spare me...... My grandfather ......" He used the only strength he had to kowtow to Song Li like garlic.

The crowd of onlookers was very disdainful when they saw Wang Chengde so pustuple. I used to think that Wang Yanei was majestic, and no one dared to provoke it, but it turned out to be like a balloon, which seemed to be inflated, but in fact, it burst when it was poked. It's just that no one had such courage and strength before to dare to poke this balloon.

"What kind of fight, I am a literate person, how can I shout and kill at every turn, do you think I look like the kind of person who fights casually?" Song Liyi said rhetorically.

Wang Chengde's lips pursed, and he didn't dare to take this stubble. The heart said that you are about to peel off all the flesh and skin of my body, and I am still educated! I am not as uneducated as you are one-tenth as ruthless!

Song Li paused and continued: "There is still a bit of debt between us to be settled. ”

"Debt?" Wang Chengde looked at Song Li's eyes puzzled.

"Look at my car, it's all handprints! Do you know how expensive my car is? It's just dirty, and who doesn't feel sorry for it. Song Li said: "Compensation, must be compensated." I am a double loss of material and spirit. ”

The Justice League has a tradition of extortion, and after leaving the imperial capital, Song Li still maintained this fine tradition. Besides, he also has an important purpose, which is to bully Wang Chengde fiercely, so that Wang Qin's old guy can be even more angry, and go to Jingnan Wang and his son to administer justice for him.

Wang Chengde was about to cry, and said in his heart that these dog minions who were paralyzed, why did they touch other people's cars if they had nothing to do, so that Young Master Ben would have to lose money. Since he was sensible, it was his eldest young master Wang who went to blackmail other people's money, and he had never been blackmailed by others, this time he finally tasted the taste of being blackmailed, and he was really full of grievances and resentment.

The wounds on his body were throbbing all the time, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat, at this time, it was nothing to lose some money, he just wanted to quickly satisfy the devilish person in front of him, and let him go home quickly, so that he could find someone to treat the injury quickly. This unbearable taste is too torturous. If Wang Chengde had known that provoking Chen Rongrong would lead to such serious consequences, he wouldn't have dared to come even if he cut Xiaorong.

"This ...... It's all my blinding minions...... I didn't touch it......" Seeing Song Li's eyes widen and seemed to be about to go crazy again, Wang Chengde shuddered for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I will pay, absolutely lose, you say a number...... I'll pay ...... as much as I want."

"I have only one car in the entire Holy Lion Empire, the value is immeasurable, for the sake of your sincerity, let's do it, a handprint of 100,000 gold coins, I roughly counted it, there are twelve handprints on the car, you can give 1.2 million gold coins." Song Li said lightly.

Wang Chengde's face twitched violently, a handprint of 100,000 gold coins! It's too ruthless, you might as well grab it! His father's money is only 40,000 gold coins a year, that is to say, a handprint is enough for his father's salary for two and a half years!

Although it is said that during the reign of Wang Junshou, there was no less looting of people's fat and ointment, and corruption and bribery were also the norm, but after all, 1.2 million gold coins was a huge amount, and Young Master Wang had never seen so much money at the same time. No matter how much his father loves him, he can't give him millions of gold coins to squander at once.

At this time, Chen Rongrong had already ordered his subordinates to carry out the dowry that Wang Chengde had forcibly left behind and threw it outside the door.

Song Li took the opportunity to say: "You carry the dowry back." It's just that you killed Miss Chen's sister on the street, and almost killed Miss Chen's life. So you have to pay for Chunxiang's funeral expenses and her family's pension, as well as Miss Chen's mental damages, a total of 500,000 gold coins. Add up before and after, and you need to pay me 1.7 million gold coins!"

He knew about funeral expenses and pensions, but what were mental damage expenses? This was the first time that Young Master Wang had heard of this new term. Not only him, but also those present heard about it for the first time. Moral damages were a common legal term in Song Li's previous life, but on this continent, there was never such a term.

Song Li can be regarded as the originator of the invention of spiritual damage compensation in the Nebula Continent.

"I ...... I didn't bring that much money......" Wang Chengde said with a snort.

"This is easy to do, how much you have to lose, and write an IOU for the rest, and I will ask Wang Jun to keep it. He has been the supreme governor of Nanzhou for so many years, and he must have scraped a lot of people's fat and people's ointment. This amount of money must not be difficult for him. Song Li shook the rattan in his hand with a smile, his expression was cold, and said, "However, if you want to repay the debt, then don't blame me for being unkind......

When Wang Chengde saw the bloody rattan, he was more afraid than when he saw the ghost, waved his hand anxiously, and said, "Don't be bad, don't be bad...... I write IOUs...... I write......"

He first took out all the gold tickets, gold coins, and valuable ornaments he was carrying, and if he converted it, there would be more than 100,000 gold coins. Song Li took those things in his hand and said lightly: "All of them add up to 100,000 gold coins, and you still owe me 1.6 million gold coins." Let's write an IOU. ”

Wang Chengde said in embarrassment: "There is no paper and pen." ”

Song Li stepped forward, tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, and said, "There are two choices, one is that I cut off half of your finger, and then you use the severed finger to write, and the other is to use your finger to write with the blood on your wound, which one do you choose?"

Wang Chengde cried and said, "I'll do it myself...... Do it yourself...... Don't worry about it...... "Hurriedly stretched out his index finger and dipped some blood on the wound on his leg, his finger touched the wound, it was a violent throbbing, and the cold sweat on Wang Chengde's forehead fell down in big drops, but he still endured it with perseverance that he had never had in his life. He knew that Song Li did what he said, and if he cut off half of his finger, he would definitely cut it. He would rather endure the pain of his wounds than become a cripple.

The wounds on his body were all bloodstains, not the kind of wounds stabbed by sharp weapons, so it was not rushing out, but oozing blood, the amount was very small, and he could only write a few strokes each time he dipped it, and then dip it again. And every time he dipped in blood, the wound hurt heartbreakingly, and the tears of Young Master Wang flowed down in a hurry.

After writing a few words, Wang Chengde raised his head and asked, "This master...... My lord...... What's your name?"

"This official is Song Li, the governor of the nine counties, remember. Song Li said proudly.

Wang Chengde didn't just remember that this name was absolutely unforgettable for him! Trembling, he finally wrote a line of words, and the clothes on his body were soaked with cold sweat, and the sweat flowed from the wound, as if he had sprinkled salt, and his heart hurt.

"Wang Chengde of Nanzhou owes the governor of the nine counties a total of 1.6 million gold coins to Lord Song. After writing this line, he consciously wrote his name in the lower right corner, and then pressed a bloody handprint on his name.

Song Li took it and looked at it, handed it to him again, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are not the only one who calls Wang Chengde in Nanzhou, who will I ask for a debt when you write this?"

"That'...... How...... What...... Do...... "As soon as Song Li showed signs of going crazy, Wang Chengde was half frightened, and he couldn't speak.

"Put your father's official position, his name, in front of your name. I found that you are not only a person of poor character, but also have a very low IQ. Song Li pursed his lips. The reason why he wanted Wang Chengde to add his father's name was to block Wang Qin. The father is not a good bird when he is accustomed to this virtue in his son.

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