Bang Dang......

In the silent interrogation room, the short stick rolled twice on the ground, and then Lao Huang and Wang Bahu covered their right wrist with one hand, their facial features were slightly distorted, and they let out a roar of pain.

The three young men leaning against the wall stiffened, and the playful smiles on their faces also condensed, and they all stared at Wu Xian's shoulders intently, their eyes full of disbelief.

Wu Xian's figure was still as stable as Mount Tai, and his posture was upright, without any shaking or painful expression.

On the contrary, it was a chuckle on his face, which seemed to mock Lao Huang and Wang Bahu.

The tiger's mouth on the palms of these two people was red, oozing blood, and the bodies of the two were bowed, like boiled shrimp.

The remaining stall owner in the corner was helping Lao Zhao, who was injured in the shoulder, looked down at the short stick lying quietly on the ground, and then looked up at Lao Huang and Wu Xian, his eyes were shocked, this result was beyond their expectations.

"Well, you haven't eaten. Wu Xian smiled brightly, his eyes flashed with coldness, he was not prepared to let these people walk out of the interrogation room easily.

Kala...... The piercing sound of writhing, like the sound of a knife cutting through an iron plate, attracted everyone's attention.

The three youths and the stall owner looked at the source of the sound in astonishment, and the silver handcuffs between Wu Xian's wrists were twisted and deformed.

The iron chain between the handcuffs broke, and Wu Xian's thumb and index finger pinched the iron ring on his wrist, and with a slight force, the iron cuff two or three centimeters thick was torn apart with a bang.

Click!

The mangled handcuffs fell to the ground.

Wu Xian moved his neck, made a crisp sound, and turned his wrist again, only two red marks on his white wrist were dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His smile was contemptuous, the handcuffs were no different from papier-mâché in his eyes, and perhaps only those special alloys could trap him at the moment.

Other iron, copper, steel plates, etc., unless the thickness is amazing, or they will only be destroyed.

The three young men and the stall owner stared at Wu Xian with the eyes of a monster and shrank back.

Lao Huang and Wang Bahu, who bowed down because of the injury to their palms, looked at the floor just in time, and the three or four broken handcuff fragments reflected the dazzling light brightly.

"This ......" Wang Bahu took the lead in struggling to raise his head, looking at Wu Xian beside him, moving his wrist.

"How is it possible!" Lao Huang jumped up as if he had seen a ghost, and rushed directly to the corner, looking at Wu Xian against the corner of the wall, with cold hairs standing on end.

Except for Wu Xian, everyone else is almost this kind of frightened performance.

"Hehe...... Wu Xian was very satisfied with the expressions of these people, and put one hand on Wang Bahu's shoulder, "Are you happy enough?"

He looked at Wang Bahu's face, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

Wu Xian is a little familiar with physiognomy, and he has also seen the appearance for Xiao Xiao, and he thinks that eight or nine are not far from ten, and at this time, Wang Bahu's forehead is black and sunken, his eyebrows are messy, and there is even a faint blue and black on his nose.

Blood-light disaster? Lives in danger within three days?

Wu Xian glanced at Wang Bahu suspiciously, and became more and more convinced of the guess in his heart, he would teach Wang Bahu a lesson at most, and just abolish one of his hands, but he would not kill anyone.

"You stand aside. Wu Xian pointed to the corner of the wall and said to Wang Bahu, a sneer flashed in his eyes, he was no longer interested in teaching Wang Bahu a lesson.

Wang Bahu's body trembled suddenly, his neck shrunk, and he stood obediently in the corner, seeing Wu Xian's strange strength and body that was harder than a steel plate, where did he dare to be arrogant.

"Hehe......" Wu Xian turned his head to look at Lao Huang and the other stall owner with an obscene face, as for Lao Zhao slumped against the wall, his face was pale and cold sweating, his shoulder blade was severely injured, and it was estimated that he could not use his right hand in the past few months.

"Do you regret it?" Wu stood idly in front of Lao Huang and put one hand on Lao Huang's shoulder.

Lao Huang and the stall owner trembled, showing an embarrassed smile, Lao Huang hurriedly laughed and said, "That, Brother Wu Xian, we should have some misunderstanding......

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, and Lao Huang clenched his fists in panic, he had made a bet with Wu Xian in the car.

"Misunderstanding?" Wu Xian's face was full of sneers.

The three young men next to the door behind them tiptoed close to the door, and the short-haired young man pressed the doorknob with one hand and glanced at Wu Xian in horror, at this time they already regarded Wu Xian as a monster.

How dare they stay with someone who broke the iron handcuffs with his bare hands and was still as fast as a ghost, especially after blackmailing Wu Xian just now.

The short-haired young man's heart thumped and he twisted the doorknob carefully.

"Where are you going?"

As soon as the words fell, a breeze blew through the three of them, and the young man's eyes were full of flowers, and Wu Xian clasped his hands on his chest and leaned against the door.

Wu Xian pressed the short-haired young man's shoulder with one hand, and nodded at Lao Huang and the stall owner, "Now, pick up the stick and scrap the right hands of those two." Otherwise......"

Wu Xian's right hand was like an iron tong, thick and powerful, with a slight force, the terrifying force made the young man's face distort, and he felt like his collarbone and shoulder blade were about to be crushed.

"Yes, yes......" the young man hurriedly responded.

Two of his companions hurriedly picked up the short sticks on the ground, and there was a hint of murder in their panicked expressions.

Dead friends are not dead poor people, except for Wang Bahu, who is Li Qiuhai's brother-in-law, they dare not do it, and they are not familiar with the other people at all.

"Don't, Brother Wu, I have something to say!" Lao Huang called out in fear, and the stall owner beside him was also flustered, and even wanted to hide behind Lao Huang.

The two pushed each other, trying to get the other in front of them.

The strength of Wu Xian's hand became more and more intense, and the short-haired young man squinted painfully, glancing at Wu Xian's eyes, he immediately knew that if Lao Huang and their arms continued, it would be the time for him to suffer.

"Xiaohai, Xiaobai, do it!" the short-haired young man hurriedly shouted.

It could be seen that the short-haired young man had a good relationship with these two people, and after hearing the short-haired young man's words, these two people directly swung their short sticks and hit Lao Huang and the remaining stall owner.

The sound of banging resounded through the interrogation room, accompanied by the screams of Lao Huang and the stall owner.

Seeing these two people beating Lao Huang and the stall owner hard, Wu Xian let go of the short-haired young man's shoulder, "Very good." ”

Wu Xian, who was leaning on the gate, felt that someone seemed to be pushing in the gate and flashed directly to the side.

The door slammed into the wall.

At the gate were Zhao Jiahui and Li Qiuhai, and the two looked in anxiously.

Two of his men were desperately beating Wang Bahu's two companions, while Wang Bahu was cowering in the corner, trembling, holding his head with his hands, lest the sticks of the two men would fall on his head later.

Li Qiuhai breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wu Xian, who was intact on one side, as long as he was fine, it didn't matter if the others lived or died!