Jiang Dahao and the middle-aged man looked at each other for a moment, and saw that the other party didn't mean to joke at all, so he slowly squatted down, picked up the dagger, pinched it in his hand and shook it, and suddenly laughed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mr. Jiang, I heard that you have been in the army before, as a soldier, you have to think and do things quickly, my patience is very limited, for me, you are the real target of the employer, Miss Yao is just an extra bargaining chip, her life and death only depend on your decision." The middle-aged man ignored Jiang Dahao, and pointed his gun at Yao Feifei's temple, although the cold in the middle of the night in early winter was pressing, but the latter's smooth forehead clearly had fine beads of sweat overflowing.

Jiang Dahao's eyes narrowed deeply, and he said in a mocking tone: "The surname Jiang, being a soldier does not mean that he has no brains, he is the same as a person, let me chop off my hands and legs with a knife, do you think I have that courage and courage?" Why don't you try it? ”

This is not pure nonsense, breaking hands and feet is not a work that can be done with courage overnight, this pain and suffering, ordinary people are unbearable even if they are passive, let alone do it themselves? And not a masochist.

Back then, Guan Erye just let Bian Que scrape his bones to heal his injuries without anesthetic, but he was shocked, and the pain was still worse than that of a broken hand and a broken leg.

The middle-aged man's facial expression was silent for a moment, but he was also "reasonable", and bowed his head slightly: "Then stab each hand and leg with a knife, and see red." ”

Jiang Dahao looked at the dagger that flickered in the cold light and said: "It seems that even if I do that, I can't save her, and being taken abroad to the underground kiln is better for a woman than death, but it is better to be killed with a shot." ”

"The employer's goal is not Miss Yao, as long as Mr. Jiang obediently obeys my requirements, I can promise you that I will not embarrass Miss Yao." The middle-aged man removed the pistol from Yao Feifei's temple and blew at the muzzle.

Jiang Dahao fell into hesitation, and the other party did not urge, after such a long silence, he finally nodded: "Okay, I hope you are true to your word." At the end of the sentence, the palm of the hand immediately flipped over, and the dagger turned sixty degrees, and then, suddenly, stabbed into the left arm, and with a muffled snort, I saw the blood "gurgling" out of the wound.

Yao Feifei couldn't speak, her movement was restricted, and she watched this scene with extreme pain, a touch of extreme pain flashed in her eyes, and her cheeks turned slightly with her efforts, and she couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"Let her go first!" Jiang Dahao's palm holding the dagger trembled, gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it, his eyes stared at the middle-aged man, the latter's face finally changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Jiang Dahao laughed, and immediately pulled out the dagger in the air, and at the same time brought up a blood line, and the next moment, it stabbed into his right leg again.

Bright red blood gradually oozing out with the sharp mouth of the dagger, and after holding on for a few seconds, Jiang Dahao was unstable under his feet, squatted down, lowered his head, and let out a heavy wheezing sound between his mouth and nose, his state was extremely poor, but he didn't shout a word of pain.

The scene was dead silent, the faces of the dozen or so people on the opposite side were not without emotion, dumb, the night wind blew, raising the dust on the ground, under the dim light, there was a little cold and gloomy.

"Let the people go!"

Hearing Jiang Dahao's hoarse voice popping out a few words, the middle-aged man slowly raised a thumbs up: "Mr. Jiang, you are really a character, Jiang really admires it." As he spoke, he took out the white cloth from Yao Feifei's mouth and loosened the tape that bound her hands.

After being free, Yao Feifei didn't care about the inconvenience of pedaling high heels, took three steps and made two steps and hurriedly stepped forward, kneeling directly in front of Jiang Dahao, her eyes fixed on the dagger pierced into her thigh, except for the choking sound, she couldn't even say a complete sentence, and her eyes kept falling like beads with broken threads.

"Let's go, get out of here." Jiang Dahao said in a low voice, his tone cold and resolute.

Seeing that Yao Feifei's ink did not move, shaking his head desperately, Jiang Dahao immediately straightened his face, suddenly pulled out the bloody dagger, pointed his head at Yao Feifei, and said in a deep voice: "Their target is me, I just don't want to innocently implicate you, you don't owe me anything, leave here for me now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." ”

There was a hint of struggle between her eyebrows, Yao Feifei's face changed, and after a while, she pursed her lips and nodded, she understood what Jiang Dahao meant, and now is not the time to talk nonsense, she stood up, looked at the group of people coldly, and was about to start.

"I just promised not to embarrass Miss Yao, but I didn't promise to let Miss Yao leave like this." The middle-aged man said heavily.

Hearing this, Jiang Dahao suddenly raised his head, and two cold eyes were projected at the middle-aged man, and said, "What, do you want to play the game of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently: "Miss Yao has witnessed everything here, if you let her leave here like this, I'm afraid tonight's matter won't be a secret, Mr. Jiang, I don't think you don't understand this truth, don't worry, when we go abroad, we will take special care of Miss Yao." ”

Glancing over the middle-aged man and the seven or eight figures behind him, Jiang Dahao let out a soft "oh", his face was not disappointed, and then, he beckoned to Yao Feifei, who stopped and looked back at him, and when the latter returned, he threw the dagger aside, and slowly opened his arms, and above the left arm, the wound that was still bleeding was quite terrifying.

Yao Feifei understood what Jiang Dahao meant in seconds, wiped her tears, and actually showed a smile, squatted down very cooperatively, and leaned towards the latter's arms.

Jiang Dahao happily accepted the embrace of the beauty, wrapped his arms around it, warmed it slightly for a few seconds, and then stretched out two fingers and pressed it on the neck of the beauty.

Placing Yao Feifei's body flat on the ground, Jiang Dahao stood up, and in the next moment, the whole person's temperament suddenly fused, his expression was empty and numb, and a cold killing intent flickered faintly in his eyes.

Even if he was about ten steps away, the middle-aged man still keenly felt the change in Jiang Dahao's state, and saw that although the latter's hands and feet were injured and bleeding profusely, it didn't seem to have much impact at all, and more importantly, the current Jiang Dahao gave him a feeling of extreme danger, which made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

His reaction was also quite slow, and he immediately raised the **** pistol in his hand, and the black muzzle was aimed at Jiang Dahao.

(End of chapter)