Wife Addiction, Don’t Run Away, Madam - Chapter 688

Late at night, Guihu Gang.

The scattered lights went out one by one, and as far as the eyes could see, it was quiet.

All should be asleep.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by, and it was a little conspicuous under the bright moonlight.

The man was very purposeful, rushing to the dark and damp basement.

The closer I got, the more I could hear the indistinct cries and struggles coming from inside.

There was a little blood in the air, which made the man even more excited.

“Bang!”

Si Yao kicked open the iron door of the basement

The dark figure was illuminated by the faint light, and it was more creepy.

The resolute and tough face was not fully illuminated.

Against the light, he is the king of darkness.

Simer held a thin whip with barbs and slapped it on a thin man’s mouth one after another.

The entire lips and chin of the man who was beaten were bloody, and the original shape could hardly be seen.

Tears were mixed with blood and dripping down.

The barbs on the thin whip hooked the flesh and blood, and every time it was raised, there was blood foam visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Si Yao, Si Mo stopped and threw the **** whip aside.

He turned and knelt straight down.

Behind, the man who was beaten looked terrified, with obvious doubts in his eyes.

In the depths of his eyes, there was an unknown fear.

Of course, Simo knew that anyone in City A would give up three points when they met him.

He is a terrifying being.

He is the second-in-command of the Guihu Gang, and he is not afraid of anyone except the gang leader Si Yao.

Could it be… he is the helper! ?

Si Yao looked down at the man kneeling at his feet with a chill in his eyes.

Simo couldn’t help shivering.

Dou Da burst into a cold sweat.

“Brother Yao…”

He gritted his teeth and took the initiative to speak.

The next second, Si Yao kicked out and kicked the man’s chest fiercely.

Simo’s body was like a soft sandbag, smashing back steadily.

“boom!”

Simo slammed into the wall and fell heavily to the ground.

The thief who was beaten in the back was already frightened.

He heard Simo’s name just now.

Brother Yao!

He is the leader of the Ghost Tiger Gang!

That indifferent and gloomy, murderous black Taoist godfather!

There is news on the road that he is not close to women, and he is not sympathetic.

Only take care of one woman to the core.

Shouldn’t it be… the one he scolded today! !

Thinking of this, the man finally couldn’t bear the impact and passed out.

Simo lay on the ground and tried to stand up.

“Cough cough!”

The man coughed up a puddle of blood, clutched his aching heart, and struggled to get up.

He didn’t dare to look directly into Si Yao’s eyes, he just stared at his shadow, moving little by little.

One step, two steps, three steps…

“thump!”

Without any hesitation, Simo knelt on the same spot again.

Si Yao didn’t look at him again and missed the man.

He stopped in front of the little thief, took out the knife at his waist, and stabbed it at the man’s wrist with great force.

“Ah—” The little thief struggled instinctively in pain.

As the blade turned, he could feel the blade scraping through the bone, the heart-piercing pain that made his brain dizzy.

Si Yao unhurriedly rotated the knife handle back and forth.

Watching him wake up in pain.

until the entire palm falls to the ground.

The man didn’t know how many times he passed out.

Si Yao glanced at the knife that was stained with blood and minced meat.

“Amer, wipe it clean!”

“Yes!”

Si Mo didn’t dare to get up, and moved slowly to Si Yao’s side.

He raised his hands cautiously.

The next second, the tip of the knife went down, piercing the palm of Si Mo’s left hand fiercely!

The severe pain made Simer’s wrist tremble. He gritted his teeth and only let out a shallow groan.

He didn’t dare to neglect, he pulled out the knife with his right hand and wiped it carefully on his body.

Blood oozes from the palm of the hand, sticking to the knife, more and more rubbed.

After several minutes, he raised the knife again, “Brother Yao, wipe it clean.”

Si Yao glanced at the blade that reflected his eyebrows.

He raised his hand and retracted the knife to his waist.

“Get up, I’ll teach you how to hit someone the most painful.”

Only then did Simer get up and handed a brand new thin whip to the palm of the man.

Si Yao held it in his hand, and his wrist was upside down.

“Hey – smack!!”

The thin whip landed on the thief’s thin and undulating chest at a tricky angle, instantly tearing open the flesh.

“what–!”

The unlucky thief woke up again with pain.

“Amer, have you learned?”

Shimo nodded.

Si Yao handed him the whip, “Come some whips and practice your hands.”

Soon, the sound of flesh exploding, mixed with the man’s indistinct begging for mercy, came one after another.

Si Yao didn’t stop, but Si Mo didn’t dare to stop.

Dozens of whips fell, and the man didn’t know which time he fell into a coma and never woke up again.

There is no good meat on his body.

Si Yao’s face was calm, and he shook his head without any turbulence, seemingly a little regretful.

“It’s not easy to suffer so much.”

“Amer, this style of play can kill you with a dozen whips.”

“You need to practice more.”

“Yes, Brother Yao.”

Si Mo responded and stood quietly by the side, waiting for Si Yao’s next order.

“That’s it, throw it out and let everyone on the road see it.”

After a pause, he said again, “Amer, you sympathize with him, you want to subdue him, I know.”

Simo raised his head instantly, with panic in his eyes.

The next second, he knelt down fiercely, and his words were flustered: “Brother Yao, I didn’t… I just—”

“I know, I trust you.”

Si Yao nodded and patted his shoulder with sincerity in his eyes.

“Amer, you have been following me since you were seven years old, and it has been twenty years now.”

“I gave you your name and my surname. We are brothers.”

In just two sentences, Simo’s eyes suddenly turned red.