Chapter 22: Who Made You Do That (2)

This voice made the man kneeling on the ground even more frightened, and he lowered his head, and his hands spread flat on the ground kept shaking, and his legs trembled.

The eagle smoked his cigar and paced slowly, stopped in front of the man, then crouched down and smiled at the frightened man, who spat on the smoke and held his breath in fear.

"Look up. Completely different from the cold eyes of the Flying Eagle just now, his voice was low and mellow, and when he listened, he couldn't tell that the Flying Eagle was in a state of rage.

The person kneeling on the ground was so frightened by the strong cold air emitted by the flying eagle that his whole body trembled.

If he could, he would have pressed his face to his chest, just so that he didn't have to face the cold-faced god in front of him.

"Look up!" Feiying's voice was still full of magnetic hoarseness, and when he heard it, he still couldn't feel his bad mood at this time.

The man kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head after Feiying said the second sentence "look up" for a while, but his eyes did not dare to look directly at Feiying, he lowered his eyes, and his cheeks were a dirty tear.

The eagle gracefully lifted the hand holding the cigar and slowly slid it in front of the man's nose, as if to ask him to smell the cigar on the top.

As soon as the cigar was about to be lit under the man's nose, the cigar in Feiying's hand quickly turned, his index finger and thumb flicked, and he elegantly poked the lit cigar directly into the man's face.

The man's eyes widened, and a scream of "ah" sounded in the man's mouth, and when he was about to struggle, the bodyguards standing behind him immediately stepped forward and restrained the left and right shoulders of the person kneeling on the ground.

The burning cigar passed through the surface of the man's skin and down to the skin tissue, and as the eagle slowly poked the cigar into the flesh, a bloody hole began to appear on the kneeling man's cheek.

The Flying Eagle's eyes are still calm and indifferent, the hand is advancing slowly, the indifferent look, the hand that does not shake, the Flying Eagle at this time, what the Buddha is doing is an elegant movement.

Whether it is standing or suppressing the bodyguards of the kneeling people on the ground, they also seem to have become commonplace, and they have no surprised expressions at those screams, and the huge abandoned factory building, surrounded by only kneeling people, the heart-rending roar.

The screams gradually faded until the cigar in Feiying's hand was extinguished by the flesh poked out.

Disgusted, the eagle threw away the expensive cigar stained with flesh and blood, and he slowly stood up, dusting off his shirt with his hands, and looked at the people below condescendingly.

Obviously, the man's left cheek, in addition to the already dirty tears, now has a bloody and charred black blood hole, hanging on that cheek, how obvious and cruel.

"Say it. Who sent you!" Feiying looked at it with a calm face for a while before he spoke slowly, not in a hurry, as if he was chatting with people casually, Feiying was handing over a towel from his subordinates, and he was elegantly wiping his hands clean.

"Back to ...... Return...... Rebate ...... Gold...... Mr. Kim, the small ...... Small...... ......The man was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and tears flowed down his back from fright.

Salty tears stained the bloody hole poked by the cigar, and he screamed again, and the people standing next to him listened to the mournful howl, but they didn't even frown.