There was a scream of pain from behind a door at the end of the hallway

Although he had been in and out of the place many times, the man in the black power suit still felt creepy, and at the end of the corridor, the first mate with a cobwebbed scar on his face pressed the man's shoulder, signaling him not to panic, and the two stopped in front of the door.

There was another scream of pain inside, and the man shivered.

The door opened.

The dark waiter in charge of hiding and probing saw the burly back in front of him at a glance.

A majestic middle-aged man with thick muscles like a bull on his neck and shoulders. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his blood-soaked forearms, and his red coat and hat hung beside him.

In addition, he also saw a blue-shirted boy standing on the side, with the same cold face, one big and one small exuding a trembling aura.

"Big ...... Sir, young master!"

Secretly waiting's voice was a little strange, and said: "The woman who is staring at has moved, she left the Qingyang Academy ten minutes ago and came to the city, and there are currently three brothers following all the way. ”

The majestic middle-aged man didn't speak, he didn't turn his head, he was still focused on what he was doing.

Brother Gongzi frowned tightly and said, "Tomorrow is Dabi, what is she doing now?"

The middle-aged man finally spoke, and his voice was deep: "Isn't this just right, we don't have to bother to make any more plans." ”

Zhang Qianknuckles rubbed his skinned lips: "Second uncle, this is Qingyang City after all, I mean, there will be a three-day vacation period after the big competition, Li Fangwu will definitely return to Honghu Town, and we will ...... then."

Brother Childe made a throat-cutting gesture.

The middle-aged man finally turned sideways.

Dark Wait's breathing tightened suddenly, because he saw the platform exposed in front of the middle-aged man.

Several faces filled with blood, an iron plate, containing various knives, meat hooks, and torture instruments.

And in the very center of the platform, it was a strange man, his whole body held tightly by ropes, and only his head could barely turn. His neck was tense, his face was covered in sweat, and he looked around in despair.

At first glance, he saw the man's fleshy thighs, and the muscles on his thighs had been completely stripped away, leaving only extremely hideous wounds, but the man was still alive.

Frightened by this tragic situation, he was speechless, and stared at the intricate lines on the man's leg bones: the curled tentacles and waves were entwined and entwined, so delicate that it was a beautiful masterpiece. And because of this, it looks even more terrifying.

The middle-aged man washed his hands and said to the dark waiter: "That's a bone carving, I was fortunate enough to see a king of the sea show this kind of dying art." ”

The man on the stage was clearly unconscious.

The middle-aged man picked up the cheap liquor in his hand and poured it on the man's wound, flushing away the bloodstains, the man's cry almost ripped his throat, and the listener was terrified, and suddenly, his voice was stunned, and he finally passed out.

The middle-aged man patted the pale face of the dark waiter on the shoulder, revealing an unpredictable smile: "You did a good job, the news is very important, go to the back room to receive the reward, remember to work in the future, be careful and careful, don't be like him." ”

Secretly he didn't dare to look at the man at the table, trembling and trembling away.

Only then did the middle-aged man look at Brother Gongzi: "What about Qingyang City, I am the king of the underground of this city!"

The middle-aged man looked at the man with cobwebs scars standing at the door, and ordered, "You go with Zhang Qian, and your hands and feet are neat." ”

The scarred man nodded indifferently.

Zhang Qian grinned and smiled cruelly.

This scarred man is a powerful henchman under the second uncle, and his cultivation has reached the realm of young babies, and he is a first-class master in Qingyang City.

What about being talented?

What about having a spiritual root?

They had absolute confidence to wipe all traces away and make her feel as if she had evaporated from the world.

Of course, Zhang Qian is still thinking about whether to spare her life, abolish her cultivation, find a place to put her under house arrest, and cultivate her as a sex slave, after all, a slave with a spiritual root is very long-faced, not to mention Li Fangwu, who has a supreme talent.

Brother Gongzi walked forward, and the scarred man followed without saying a word.

Zhang Qian's fingers tapped the green bricks on the wall on the side all the way, and his lips lifted slightly.

has repeatedly given you the opportunity to marry into my Zhang family as a concubine in a dignified manner, if you have to pretend to be high, please move the second uncle now, I am afraid that you will not even have the opportunity to kneel into the door.

He glanced at the scarred man behind him.

I have already made up my mind.

It's a pity to kill it in vain, keep it first, and when you've had enough, after the limelight passes, you can consider selling it to the underground network established by the second uncle, and those twisted and brutal guys should like this little girl's skin with fine skin and tender meat.

The two walked out of the house and blended into the endless stream of people.

Half an hour later.

In a street stall, the blue-shirted boy crossed Erlang's legs, full of food and drink, with him as the center, in the dark places around, at least a dozen dark waiters scouted around, and at the end of the city gate of the next street, a woman led a horse into the city.

The stall owners are a middle-aged couple with a child of about five or six years old, who is messing around with their peers, and the child who is tired of playing returns to the stall and makes a noise.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The child grabbed his father's white hexagram cloth, remembered the day's play, and suddenly looked up and asked, "What is a partner?"

The stall owner was stunned, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Brother Gongzi got up, casually threw a piece of broken silver at the counter, then leaned over, touched the child's head, and said with a smile: "Boy, mate, that is, when you grow up, if you are a good man, you will get one." ”

The innocent child tilted his head and asked, "Big brother, what if I am it?"

Brother Gongzi touched his chin and grinned: "Then you will get a lot of them." ”

The laughing and presumptuous boy and the man in the hat walked to a dark alley on the side, and the stall owner happily put away the broken silver, and the generous boy brother liked it the most.

The damp, dark alleys were covered with moss, foul smells, and rats were running back and forth, with little place to stay.

However, through the alley, there is another street.

On that street, a young woman led a horse.

Brother Childe in the shadows smiled like a demon in the middle of the night.

The light on the opposite side was suddenly blocked.

The two frowned and looked at the two who walked over.

The alley is small.

There is no room for two people to walk side by side, and only one side can pass by sideways.

The son of the Zhang family has never been in the habit of giving way.

Unfortunately, the plain-looking guy who came across the street didn't plan to give way today.

The two bumped shoulders together.

Zhang Qian's face suddenly became fierce.

Boy who doesn't know what to do, look for death!

He stared darkly at the stranger-looking stranger, who met him.

Zhang Qian didn't have time to waste time with a nobody here, his palm instantly swirled with sharp spiritual power, wiping it towards the neck of the stranger in front of him.

Kill a mortal who doesn't have long eyes.

It's easier than killing a chicken!

However, in the next moment, Zhang Qian's neck was grabbed by a big hand as hard as steel, the back of his head was slammed on the bluestone bricks behind him, and the soles of his feet were half an inch off the ground.

The scarred man with the hat behind Zhang Qian's eyes suddenly chilled, and he pulled out his knife suddenly.

This scarred man, who had a good reputation in the underground world of Qingyang City, was pressed against the cold wall by the black-robed man in the same posture.

Zhang Qian, who struggled desperately but couldn't move, finally had a terrifying look in his eyes.

The young man with an ordinary face in his eyes tilted his head slightly and asked softly, "Why have you always been so brave?"

The young man wiped his right chin with his left hand, peeled off a face, revealing the handsome face that broke the young man's heart and gall, and Zhang Qian, who was foaming blood in his mouth, almost glared out of his bloodshot eyes.

No, no.

No way!

Why?

Why?

The young shopkeeper said slowly, "I remember I told you that it would be funny, wouldn't it?"

Zhang Qian wanted to speak, scream, and vent, but he couldn't even breathe.

The black-robed man on the side clenched his five fingers, and the body in his hand fell to the ground softly, losing his breath of life.

Then, a clear dagger was placed on Zhang Qian's neck, inch by inch, and a frightened head was cut off.

Servant before master.

Two dead heads.