Chapter Eighty-Four: A Game of Life and Death

"Do you think that with my character, I will serve a scumbag? Even in a working relationship, it's absolutely impossible. Li Xueyu said very resolutely, obviously disdainful of being in the company of scumbags like me.

I still didn't give up and said, "What the hell did I do wrong?" ”

"You still have the face to ask, what did you do at your father-in-law's birthday banquet, don't tell me, you forgot." Li Xueyu was scolding me.

Obviously, Li Xueyu knew everything that happened that day. But I can't explain it.

Internally, I did it on purpose that day, and of course I don't deny that the little devil was doing something. I reminded Qian Yingying to leave the table early because I found out that the killer was present. I can't predict what the outcome will be, which is an important reason.

What Li Xueyu knew was just the appearance, and at that time I was very clever, ran away, and really fought against those killers, the killers were really unscrupulous, would they take Qian Yingying and threaten me, I really can't imagine.

I can't show Li Xueyu all this, I believe, even if I explain, Li Xueyu can't believe it.

If I reveal that I am a flower thief nicknamed Hidden Knife in Laughter, it will frighten Li Xueyu's fragile little heart even more, lest I avoid it.

The deepest meaning is that I broke up with Qian Yingying in a hurry, because I was afraid that she would become a bargaining chip for the old man of the Qian family who did not care about family affection and threatened me.

I don't want to lose Li Xueyu, I'm doing the last struggle: "Help me finish the last job......" I didn't finish my words, Li Xueyu had already left resolutely, she didn't bother to listen to what I continued.

I really want to say, let Li Xueyu draft a letter of my resignation. It is impossible for me to work in the Southeast Asia branch of the Qian Company, and if I leave the Qian Group, I hope that Li Xueyu can stay and continue to serve the Qian Group. Because she needed this well-paid job, her mother's medical expenses were a lot of money.

In one day, I lost two beautiful women. My inner demon was making me feel down.

In order to get rid of the low mood, I had to double down on my work to anesthetize myself.

The construction of the prison's garment factory went very smoothly, and the warden was the happiest, because as soon as the garment factory was put into operation, he was faced with a large amount of money.

On this day, I was busy, and suddenly, Mad Dog came to me in a hurry with a note in his hand: "Something happened to Sister Millennium." ”

The note read: If you want to see the millennial girl, come to so-and-so, only one person is allowed to come, and you are not allowed to call the police.

There was a buzz, and I was furious.

What is it? Naked to threaten the safety of the millennial girl's life, this is the rhythm of taking my life.

Can I not go? Apparently not.

The time and place have been decided, and I am not allowed to think about it.

At the first moment, my mind was racing, and the first priority was to think of a reason to get out of prison as soon as possible.

Very cupped, the warden disagreed.

With the current construction of the project, I really have no reason to continue to go out.

All the equipment is in place and is being commissioned; I am inseparable from the technical training of prison personnel; There are so many preparations that I have always kept in my own hands and have not let anyone interfere.

There is a reason for me to do this, and only in this way can the warden be inseparable from me, and he will not continue to embarrass me.

But I can't calculate that the millennial sister was kidnapped in the process of treatment.

The killer is for me, and only if I come forward can I solve the problem. Counting on Mad Dog's subordinates to go there instead will only become a life-urging charm and ruin the life of the millennial girl.

What to do? The time set by the kidnappers was urgent.

In order to get there in time, I had to use the dark hole to sneak out of the prison, and although it was very risky, I had to take the risk.

I hurriedly explained to Mad Dog that I had to go.

Mad Dog understands me and promises me to cover for me.

It was too late to answer outside the prison. I had to sneak out of the prison first, and Mad Dog told my brothers outside the prison to help as much as possible in an expedited way.

All help is lagging behind, even if it is prepared in advance, will the opponent give such a chance?

The opponent can't be so stupid, and this is destined to be my dangerous one-handed meeting.

Agreed time and place.

I was anxiously waiting.

Suddenly, a black vehicle came to a sharp stop beside me.

The people in the car, wearing masks, pulled me into the car.

I couldn't resist being put in a black hood.

The car drove down the street, driving there, and it was all unknown.

One thing, I wondered, if the opponent was an assassin at this time, it would be very easy to attack me and take my life. But my opponent didn't do anything to me.

Why is that? I don't know, it's okay to come and go. I can only act on the opportunity.

Going around and around, the car drove for nearly an hour before finally stopping.

Wearing a black hood, I was pushed and shoved into a room.

I was hooded off. It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The man who escorted me, without saying a word, exited the room and locked the door.

Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered.

I was furious at what I saw.

The room is divided into two spaces by a finger-thick iron fence.

I'm in one of the spaces, and in the other room, there are two people, Millennial and Maruko.

The reasons for my anger are:

Millennial Sister and Maruko are being tortured.

The millennial girl was forced to sit on a Japanese triangular horse.

Her hands were fixed around her neck by a long wooden flail, and at her ankles, a long iron rod forcibly separated her legs, and her feet did not touch the ground, and a pair of large iron balls weighing dozens of pounds were hung.

At this time, the weight of the millennial girl's whole body plus all the weight of dozens of pounds of iron balls can only be borne by her pubic bone, tailbone and nearby delicate soft tissue organs.

This inhuman suffering is unimaginable.

Is Maruko much better than Millennial Girl?

Not really.

Maruko's body was hung upside down by iron chains, her arms were tied behind her back, and on her wrists, there were also multiple iron balls weighing dozens of pounds.

Directly below Maruko's body is a large glass water tank filled with clean water.

What makes me even more indignant is that the chain that hangs from Maruko's feet is connected to the millennial girl's wooden flail through the beams.

And the other end of the chain of control is right in front of me.

At this time, the voice of the microphone in the room came out: "This is a game of life and death, you can control the life and death of these two by pulling the chain in front of you, okay, now the game begins." ”

It's so vicious.

With a mechanical sound, Maruko's body descended first, and she hung her head upside down, slowly descending into the glass pool.

It's the rhythm that kills her.

Chapter 85: How to break the game