The iron-like fist hit his face, and Sun An's head was knocked away, and then he came back, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't understand the rules of your game anymore. Little Bright had already put down the red wine, crossed Erlang's legs and enjoyed the beating scene in front of him, "I call every half an hour, spend a minute, and then I can beat you up for twenty-nine minutes at will, is there something wrong with your brain?"

"Hey. Sun An laughed, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Don't put gold on your face, it's not you who beat me, just your little fist with fine skin and tender flesh, beat me out of a thousand blood, and I have to lose at least a hundred, I really hope that you will beat me, it should be similar to a massage." ”

Another punch hit him in the stomach, he bent down, coughed "click", his face instantly became bloodshot, became red, and then returned to pale.

After getting used to it for a while, Sun An straightened his waist and looked at Little Bright with a provocative gaze.

"Still hard-mouthed, are you suicidal?" Little Bright stood up, his right hand was hanging on the neck brace, his shoulder was still hurting, it was impossible to use it to hit people, the strength of his left hand was relatively small, but it was not like Sun An said that he could not beat people.

"A lot of people have said that about me, could it be that I'm really a shaky M?" Sun An's face was full of confusion, as if he was seriously thinking about this question.

Little Bright sneered, walked over slowly, and kicked Sun An's stomach.

The stomach was just hit, the pain was severe, the muscles could not bulge well, and the defense decreased a lot, but Sun An did not retreat, arched his back to withstand the kick, was kicked back a few steps, and hit the TV cabinet.

The rules of the game that I made myself, and I have to play it with tears in my eyes.

Little Bright walked up, kicked over again, kicked Sun An's thigh, and said disdainfully: "My hands are a little tender, because my hands are meant to be reserved for women, none of your little girlfriends, I will not let go of any of them, they will lose interest in you Chinese men, you know, too short." ”

He gestured "too short" with his thumb and forefinger.

"It's your fault to shoot the map. Sun An twisted his body, endured Little Bright's kick, rubbed his thighs and said, "There are a lot of Chinese people with 'strengths', take me as an example, although it is not majestic and majestic, but it is enough to satisfy women, you don't need to use it at all, that's too inferior, you won't be ...... What's the hidden disease, right?"

Little Bright's face changed, he walked up and punched Sun An in the face, and then raised his foot and kicked Sun An in the stomach.

"Hah...... Ahem, judging from this reaction, I should have guessed correctly, how old are you? About thirty, right? Not so early, I'm really sorry for your dad. Sun Anzhen seemed to have suicidal tendencies, and while being beaten, he turned on the aura of ridicule.

Little Bright kicked out again and kicked Sun An's crotch.

But this time, Sun An blocked it, raised his hand and shook his fingers: "If you say that you can't fight the key points, otherwise you won't have a good time if you hit the problem." ”

Little Bright glanced at his left hand, he hit Sun An in the face, his fist hurt, slightly red, and wiped Sun An's blood, he felt a little disgusting, so he wiped his hand on Sun An's clothes, turned around and said to his bodyguard, "Keep fighting", and returned to the coffee table, picked up the wine glass and poured the glass of red wine.

Another punch hit Sun An in the face, and this punch opened a hole again, and more blood flowed out.

Sun An's wheezing sound is getting heavier and heavier, he will unload the force, that special way of running is a special way of unloading, in the moment before being hit, the body moves first, and a part of the power can be unloaded, and the muscles can be puffed up and a part of it can be blocked, but only a small part can be unloaded and blocked, and most of the power will still be exerted on him, so he doesn't care about it, and his body is still very honestly painful.

The whole body hurts, the internal organs seem to have been thrown into the drum washing machine, soaked in acidic liquid and rolling, the face is already so painful that it is almost unconscious, several joints are swollen, the more beating, the more sluggish the reaction, the harder the muscles bulge, the vicious circle has begun.

Of course, it is impossible to be beaten out of a virtuous circle.

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Someone came again, Lu Jia heard the sound of talking in the room outside, and the person who kidnapped her was connected to it, there were at least four people, and there could be more, but they didn't speak.

The sound of plastic bags, wine bottles, and cups sounded, as if some kind of banquet was being arranged, and the smell of alcohol coming in from outside was stronger, mixed with the musty smell, a bit like a pungent fox odor.

Then, the door was opened, and the strong beam of the flashlight shone on Lu Jia's face, she closed her eyes and turned her head, and heard someone sigh at the door: "It's really good!

"It's tender, and it's fragrant. The man smacked his lips, his voice already drunk.

"I'm going to touch a few handfuls. A man said and walked over to the beam of the flashlight.

"Touch the fart, I just touched my hand. The man shouted, "The boss said that no one is allowed to touch it, and no one is allowed to mess around." ”

"What are you afraid of after touching it a few times? and it won't leave a mark, Lao Han, when did you become so cowardly?" the man blocking the flashlight beam stopped.

"Anyway, it's not good, the boss has specially confessed, no one is allowed to touch it, go for a walk, and drink. "The kidnapper, known as Lao Han, pulled people out of the house.

Before the door closed, Lu Jia heard someone laugh and say, "Lao Han is cowardly, he won't be sick, and he can't use it below......, right?"

An even stronger uneasiness hit my heart, and it was probably not a good sign that this group of people spoke in a thick voice and spoke coarsely, and they drank together.

She began to look around for weapons, the metal vertical bar at the head of the bed looked the most reliable, Lu Jia found the one with the most rust, held it with two hands, and shook it vigorously.

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"Wait, the time is up. Sun An, who was sweating profusely, raised his hand weakly, protected his face, turned around and picked up the mobile phone on the TV cabinet and took a look.

"Do you still have time to remember? Little Bright picked up the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, he had difficulty moving, and he felt tired after a few hits.

The bodyguard, who was also sweating profusely, retreated to the side of the sofa, looked at Sun An, and felt a little surprised, he was a veteran, and he had practiced the method of beating people in Guantanamo, and ordinary people couldn't stand up in pain after three punches from him, Sun An had been beaten nearly thirty times, and he was still standing.

This young man has a good foundation, but he is a little stupid, if he falls, he can suffer a lot less, and if he continues to hold on like this, his body is likely to be permanently damaged.

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