The tattooed man is very comfortable enjoying the last struggle of this weakling. He didn't let go of the bloody saliva that Zhao Baiyi spat on, although it was too easy for him to do this.

Sticking out his crimson tongue, Zhao Baiyi licked the saliva that Zhao Baiyi spit on his face, and smacked his lips very enjoyably, as if this kind of enjoyment could make him feel very happy.

Ye Minglong's face was expressionless. Linhai Chao shuddered and shrank his body towards the corner of the wall. At this moment, Linhaichao hopes that all people will not notice him, and see him as a transparent person, a person who does not exist.

Although the idea is beautiful, but there are too many masters here, how can it be impossible to ignore a big living person like him?

After licking the bloody saliva, the tattooed man flung the long whip back in his hand, and someone who followed him caught it. The tattooed man said to Ye Minglong: "Boss, you seem to have forgotten what you haven't done, right?" ”

Ye Minglong didn't seem to have a good impression of the tattooed man, and said with a cold face: "Do your own thing." Don't meddle in what you shouldn't be in charge of! ”

The tattooed man grinned, spread his hands indifferently, and then hooked his finger in the direction behind him without looking back.

An entourage of personnel immediately draped a piece of clothing in both hands over the shoulders of the tattooed man.

The tattooed man lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then put the puff of the cigarette against his finger, and with a flick of his finger, the cigarette flipped in the air and flew out.

Coincidentally, the cigarette butt fell right in front of the seaside tide that was huddled in the corner of the wall and tried to hide its sense of existence.

When Lin Haichao saw this flying cigarette butt, his face recovered slightly, and suddenly turned pale again.

The tattooed man glanced at Linhaichao with a grin, gathered the clothes draped over his shoulders, snapped his fingers, and walked away on his own.

There were more than a dozen people who went out with the tattooed man.

"Humph!" Ye Minglong's inexplicable nasal cavity let out a low cold snort.

After the tattooed man left, in the empty big workshop, most of the remaining people were the people brought by Ye Minglong and the team that had stayed in Risheng City before.

Ye Minglong waited until the tattooed man and his group of little brothers were completely out of sight, and then pointed in the direction of Linhai Chao.

Among the people who followed Ye Minglong, a few of them immediately walked out quickly, quickly walked to Linhaichao's side, and set up Linhaichao, who was a little weak.

There is no need for Ye Minglong's orders, these people who are holding Linhaichao have their own division of labor, two control Linhaichao and do not resist, one goes to find the rope that binds, and the other goes straight to the corner of the wall on the other side and picks up the long whip thrown by the tattooed man's gang.

Three down five divided by two, these people quickly tied the tide to a metal pillar.

"I was wrong, President. I was really wrong. "The tide of the sea is full of tears.

At this time, Lin Haichao knew that he couldn't give himself any justification. Ye Minglong hates failure, but what he hates even more is that people who make countless excuses after failure.

"Boss?" The man with the long whip asked in the direction of Ye Minglong.

Ye Minglong just nodded slightly.

Linhai Chao's heart suddenly became discouraged. Ye Minglong's head is like a sentence for him. It seems that in the end, Ye Minglong still can't forgive him for his mistakes and wants to put him in ...... Deathtrap!

Linhai tide wants to wail. But he didn't dare to make a sound.

Wailing can't make Ye Minglong feel any sympathy, but it will be counterproductive. Courageous, responsible, ruthless enough, cruel enough, all these elements are things that Ye Minglong instilled in his more trusted subordinates.

If you don't wail and die, it will be a more comfortable way to die; If he screams like a girl, Ye Minglong will definitely have a thousand ways to make him worse than dead.

When the time comes, even if you want to die, you won't necessarily die!

It was precisely because he understood Ye Minglong's temperament that although Lin Haichao was terribly scared, he gritted his teeth and fell silent.

The person holding the long whip got Ye Minglong's exact information feedback, so he raised the long whip in his hand without hesitation, and first danced a whip flower in the air, so that the end of the long whip and the long whip flying in the air collided, making a crisp sound.

The purpose of whipping such a whip is nothing more than a psychological offensive, first disintegrating people's psychology, and then the whipping will be even more terrifying.

A whip flower was played, and then the long whip fell on Linhai Chao's body as expected.

The barbs at the end of the long whip dragged on the body of Lin Haichao's clothes, and it was a deep, deep hole. From this opening, large patches of blood soon poured out, dyeing the clothes of the sea tide bright red.

The long whip flew, and the executioner had no intention of stopping.

It didn't take long for Linhaichao's clothes to be whipped into wisps by the long whip. Because of the cover of clothes, it is not clear whether the skin of Linhaichao is open, and only from the surface, you can roughly judge the upper body of Linhaichao, and there is no good skin.

In this process, Linhaichao really didn't let out a little scream, but gritted his teeth and held on, and layers of fine sweat beads fell down on his face like rain.

Ye Minglong watched all this quietly, without any expression, and even his eyes were extremely indifferent. No one can catch any clues from Ye Minglong's expression, and what Ye Minglong is thinking at this time is probably only known to him.

After whipping for about a quarter of an hour, there was basically no difference between Linhaichao and Pan Shigui and Zhao Baiyi, and they were all dying.

At this time, Ye Minglong, who had been watching quietly, suddenly raised his hand.

The man holding the long whip saw Ye Minglong like this, so he immediately stopped the whipping.

"Boss?"

Sighing imperceptibly, Ye Minglong waved his raised hand like a fly: "Pull him away." ”

Pull away? The man with the whip was a little confused.

This person has been following Ye Minglong for a long time, and he is above the tide of the sea, so he naturally has a deep and thorough understanding of Ye Minglong's style of acting.

When will the people who have entered the car scrapping factory in the east of the city be able to go out completely?

Since the Tianying Chamber of Commerce started in the grass of Risheng City, there is no one here in the Chengdong Automobile Scrapping Factory from beginning to end who can get Ye Minglong's net like today.

Seeing that the person holding the whip was stunned, Ye Minglong did not urge. Nor did he express dissatisfaction.

Even he himself was a little surprised by such a decision.

No matter when, Ye Minglong would never have thought that he would have the kindness of a woman one day. All the sinners who were sentenced to prison in the automobile scrapping factory in the east of the city will inevitably disappear from the world without exception.

Those violent and bloody days constituted an underground blood history of the Skyhawk Chamber of Commerce.

However, just now, Ye Minglong saw that Linhai Chao, who had followed him for many years, was suddenly beaten like that, if he didn't say it, it would be a high probability event that he would be whipped to death next.

At that moment, he suddenly softened his heart like a ghost. What's even worse is that he actually showed the softness in his heart directly, so that Linhaichao picked up a life.

When a man is about to die, his words are good; The bird is dying, and its song is mourning. Ye Minglong had no reason, so he suddenly remembered these sixteen words.

Ye Minglong suddenly woke up. The hairs on his body were at first glance, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

This is a warning sign!

The iron-blooded man suddenly changed his soft intestines, and the change was so abrupt, which was probably a reminder from fate to him.

Ye Minglong hates the word fate! He has always opposed giving himself to fate, but has tried his best to take fate into his own hands. After all these years, he did exactly that.

His fate was completely moving in the direction he wanted, so Ye Minglong thought that he had won.

But did you really win?

If he really wins, if he really takes his fate into his own hands, why is there a scene of this woman's kindness today?

Perhaps, fate deceived him with the illusion of being controlled by him, so that he indulged in this illusion for a long time, and such a trajectory, who can say, will it be the arrangement of fate?

With a long exhale, Ye Minglong felt a trace of tiredness intruding into his calm and waveless state of mind.

The mood will produce tiredness, and for Ye Minglong, this is the first time in the world.

"Let's pull it away." Ye Minglong added again, and his tone was no longer as stern as at the beginning.

"Yes. Boss. "The person who holds the whip has always carried out Ye Minglong's orders very well, and he never asks the reason. This is his extreme intelligence, and it is also the reason why he has been able to follow Ye Minglong's side for so many years.

The man with the whip rolls up the long whip in his hand, ties it with the tip of the whip, and throws it at the place where he first got it.

Then, he walked in front of Linhai Chao, and put Linhai Chao, whose flesh and blood were blurred and only one breath left, from the pillar.

"The boss's orders are like this, no wonder!" The whip bearer whispered into Linhaichao's ear and said, "But looking at the boss's appearance, your life has been saved." ”

Linhaichao didn't even have the strength to nod, and he didn't have much joy when he escaped death. Linhaichao just felt that he was lucky and made the right bet.

If he screams repeatedly, it is estimated that he will definitely not be able to escape today's catastrophe.

After the whip man untied Linhai Chao, he beckoned to both sides, and a few people dragged Linhai Chao out of the big workshop like a dead dog.

Ye Minglong put his hands behind his back and watched all this. His eyes jumped a little. It wasn't until Linhaichao was dragged out of the big workshop that Ye Minglong closed his eyes and fell back on Pan Shigui and Zhao Baiyi.

He can spare the tide of the sea, but these two people can't be let go no matter what. If even these two people are spared, then he will not be called Ye Minglong, and he can hide outside the rivers and lakes from now on and become a sweeping monk.

Ye Minglong pointed at Zhao Baiyi and Pan Shigui very decisively: "How much can be pried out, if you can't pry it out, they will have no effect." ”

"Okay. Boss. The man who had just held the whip answered, and walked in front of Zhao Baiyi and the others, stood still with his legs forked, and reached out and took out a small dagger from between his legs.

The show begins.