". [Ran^Text^Library] []@乐@文@小说w.lwxs520." Ah Kuan cursed, picked up the kettle and turned around and walked towards the tap. When he came to the tap and opened the lid of the kettle and was about to receive water, he suddenly threw the kettle to the ground and yelled at the two big men, "Drag that kid over to me." ”

Two big men, one dragged one of Zhou Yang's arms and dragged Zhou Yang over like a dead dog. Then Ah Kuan stepped forward and ripped off Zhou Yang's shirt a few times. Just below the tap, there is a small pool made of cement. In the center of the pool, there is a drain, but there is no pisc around to block the drain.

So Ah Kuan took the clothes off Zhou Yang and plugged the drain hard. Then unscrew the faucet and fill the pool with water. When the pool was full, Ah Kuan instructed the two big men, "Press this boy's head into it." ”

The two big men grabbed Zhou Yang's hair and pressed his head into the pool. Zhou Yang knelt on the ground at this time, his arms were twisted behind his back by the two big men, but he kept struggling. However, due to his own strength, no matter how much he struggled, he could not lift his head from the pool, and could only twist his body in vain.

When Ah Kuan motioned for the two big men to loosen Zhou Yang's hair, Zhou Yang suddenly raised his head from the pool and took a big breath of air. Ah Kuan squatted down, leaned close to Zhou Yang's ear and asked, "How does this soup taste, it's not bad, right?" Would you like to try it again? ”

Zhou Yang didn't speak, only glared at Ah Kuan fiercely.

Ah Kuan seemed to be enraged by him, grabbed him by the hair and pressed him back into the pool without saying a word. Zhou Yang's body continued to writhe, but as time passed, it slowly stopped writhing. When Ah Fang opened his hand, Zhou Yang did not raise his head from the pool.

"Oh no, he's choking!" After Ah Kuan screamed, he quickly lifted Zhou Yang's head out of the water.

And the two big men didn't need Ah Kuan's instructions, so they began to give Zhou Yang artificial respiration. Zhou Yang spit out a few mouthfuls of water before slowly opening his eyes. looked at Ah Kuan, and said weakly: "Good soup, good soup, really good soup!" ”

Ah Kuan kicked Zhou Yang heavily, "Damn, let your mouth be hard, I want to see how long you can last." Then he raised his head and said to the two big men beside him, "You two, tie his hands to me and hang them on the beams." ”

The two big men found a rope and tied Zhou Yang's hands with their hands and feet. At this time, Ah Kuan opened the door and walked out. When he returned, he saw two rattan sticks in his hands. Ah Kuan looked at Zhou Yang, who had been hoisted to the beam, and said with a cruel smile: "Mr. Zhou, the following dish is called rattan stew, please taste it." After speaking, Ah Kuan handed the rattan to each of the two big men, "Hit me, hit hard!" ”

The two big men picked up the rattan and crackled towards Zhou Yang's body. "Bang-bang-ah-" The sound of rattan whipping on the **, accompanied by Zhou Yang's scream, rang in the room for a while before stopping. Zhou Yang was in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans had oozed from his forehead. Some of the injuries on the body have also turned a horrific blue and purple. Maybe he couldn't hold on, maybe he was bent on death, Zhou Yang stared at his bloodshot eyes, and yelled at Ah Kuan who was standing in front of him: "You brute, if you have the ability, you will kill me!" Come on, kill me! ”

Ah Kuan snatched the rattan from the hand of one of the big men and slapped it on Zhou Yang's cheek. "Shut up, don't think I dare."

"It's just that you haven't gotten what you want from me, so you can't kill me yet, can you? Then don't think about it, I'm not going to do things for you. ”

"Really?" As the door was slammed open, a man's calm voice rang out.

Ah Kuan was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Gray Pigeon, why are you here?" ”

"I'll see how you entertain our guests."

"Don't mention it, this guy would rather die than give in. Or give him a needle ......."

Ouyang Hui waved his hand at Ah Kuan and didn't let him continue. Then he instructed the two big men: "Quickly put Mr. Zhou down, then you can entertain guests like this." ”

When the two big men heard this, they put Zhou Yang down from the beam. And Zhou Yang had no strength to stand up after such a long time of tossing, and at this time he was paralyzed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Ouyang Hui paced to his side, squatted down, stroked the scars on his body with his hand, and asked calmly, "Mr. Zhou, you just said that you won't help us do things." So I wonder, is this true? ”

"Of course, would it be necessary for me to suffer this kind of flesh and skin?"

Ouyang Hui's eyes glowed with a cold light, but there was a smile on his face. "But I don't think it's true, but Mr. Zhou's flesh and skin suffering is not enough." As he spoke, Ouyang Hui grabbed Zhou Yang's left little thumb with one hand, and then pressed a little harder. I heard the sound of bones breaking, and almost at the same time, there was Zhou Yang's palpitating scream. I saw that the little thumb of Zhou Yang's left hand had been broken by Ouyang Hui from the second joint.

"Please, kill me, kill me!" Maybe it was because the pain was too intense, Zhou Yang actually pleaded with Ouyang Hui with some crying.

And Ouyang Hui grabbed Zhou Yang's left wrist with one hand, but slowly kneaded the second joint of Zhou Yang's little finger with the other hand, which was already red and swollen.

"Ahh

Ouyang Hui's hand that was kneading his little thumb quickly released, and then gave him a lightning punch. After Zhou Yang lay down on the ground again, Ouyang Hui knelt directly on his chest with one leg and continued to knead his injured little thumb.

"Ahh In the end, Zhou Yang finally collapsed completely. "Stop, stop! I'll help you write the recipe, please stop, don't torture me anymore! ”

Ouyang Hui stopped the torture of him in time and untied the ropes that bound his hands and feet. At this time, Ah Kuan handed over paper and pen from the side. After Ouyang Hui took it, he asked Zhou Yang, "How about it, can you write now?" ”

Zhou Yang shook his head weakly, "No, no." I'm in pain all over my body, I need to rest, and I need a doctor to treat me. In addition, this recipe is not something that can be written, I need a clean room, as well as utensils and raw materials to do repeated experimentation before I can write a reasonable formula. ”

"Okay." Ouyang Hui nodded, and said to Ah Kuan, who was standing aside, "Send Mr. Zhou back to rest, and ask Brother Jiang to find a reliable doctor to come over and treat Mr. Zhou's injuries." ”

"Okay, I got it."