Yan Shang suddenly felt that his right arm was no longer listening to him. He looked down and saw that his right arm, which was still tightly gripping the pistol, had been separated from his shoulder and fell heavily to the ground.
When he broke one of his legs, he could still feel the pain, the excruciating pain. But the more pain he felt, the more he could feel the existence of his leg. But now, he could not even feel his entire arm. There was only numbness and emptiness. Despair and fear.
His leg was lame, but he could still use it.
Without his arm, he could not even reconnect it. Was there anything that could make a man with lofty ambitions more desperate than this?
Xiao Zheng chopped off Yan Shang's arm with a knife, then turned around like a ferocious tiger. He glanced at the men and women who were in a mess, then casually threw the knife on the carpet and said with a fake smile, "Don't be in a hurry to leave. This is the first time I, Xiao Zheng, have broken into the capital. I have to leave a few witnesses, right? "
Was this lunatic a psychopath?
Did he need witnesses for something like this? Was he not afraid of calling the police? Was he not afraid of being sentenced to death?
But no one dared to move. Although there were seventeen or eighteen people in the private room, and more than ten men, at this point, who among these pampered rich kids dared to step forward and challenge Xiao Zheng?
Even the two leaders had their arms dislocated and legs chopped off. Who did they think they were?
Everyone was shocked by the bloodthirsty look in Xiao Zheng's eyes. Some of them even had to hold on to the wall to barely stand. But most of them obediently returned to the dining table, not daring to move.
Xiao Zheng picked up Yan Shang, who had his arm covered, and dragged him to the sofa. Then, he sat down, leaving Yan Shang, who had been arrogant and crazy a second ago, lying on the floor. Finally, he stepped on Yan Shang's face. Yan Shang was unable to move.
Thud.
Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette and leaned comfortably on the sofa to rest. Even his eyes slowly closed. His face was filled with a cold and murderous intent.
Even a rabbit would bite when it was cornered, let alone a murderous judge, Xiao Zheng.
Keeping a low profile did not mean that he was incompetent. Having a good temper did not mean that he had no guts. Before returning to China, Xiao Zheng was the most ruthless mercenary in the industry. He had fought against the most powerful combat troops in the African Theater of Operations and the most bloodthirsty bigshot in South America. The reason he was able to live to this day was not because of luck, nor was it because of so-called skills, but because of a demonic heart that could kill anything in its way. Play cruel? Chop off a leg? To the sinful Xiao Zheng, this was no different from playing house.
In other words, Xiao Zheng and his group of good-for-nothings were not from the same world. Their world was filled with fine wine, fine food, fine cars, and beautiful women. But in Xiao Zheng's world, there was only blood and death.
If the enemy didn't die, then he would die.
He could lie in a pile of corpses for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. He could take the head of the enemy in the Golden Triangle under a hail of bullets. He could sit on his enemy's head like a stool, and then take a nap and close his eyes for a while.
Yan Shang thought that he would be able to force Xiao Zheng into a corner and play Xiao Zheng to death just because he had set up a trap?
Xiao Zheng stubbed out his cigarette, rested his head on the backrest, and closed his eyes to take a nap.
Bang!
The door to the side room was suddenly smashed open. A richly dressed lady barged into the room with an imposing manner. Behind her were more than ten burly men. Each of them had a murderous glint in their eyes.
As soon as they entered the room, these burly men surrounded Xiao Zheng so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through. They pulled out the pistols at their waists. Once the rich lady gave the order, they would shoot Xiao Zheng full of holes!
"Xiao Zheng, how dare you!"
The rich lady let out a shrill roar. Her eyes were filled with a cold glint, and her exquisitely made-up face was unusually ferocious. "How dare you hurt my son!"
When Xiao Zheng heard this, he opened his eyes slightly. It was as if he had just taken a nap. His eyes were drowsy.
"You're here?" Xiao Zheng smiled and stretched his waist, which was a little stiff due to his inappropriate sleeping position. He then pointed at the sofa opposite him and said calmly. "Sit."
Sit?
She watched as her son was stepped on by this madman who was covered in blood. His face had been stepped on. How could she still be in the mood to sit? At this moment, Yan Hong wanted nothing more than to hack Xiao Zheng into a thousand pieces. Only then would she be able to vent her anger!
"I'll speak. Sit. "Xiao Zheng's eyes gradually glinted, and he spoke in a bone-chilling tone.
Pfft!
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zheng took out the fountain pen that hung in front of his chest. With a soft sound, the sharp tip of the knife stabbed into Yan Shang's lower abdomen. Instantly, blood gushed out!
Click, click, click!
The burly men pulled the fuse, ready to shoot at Xiao Zheng at any time.
However, Yan Hong's pupils contracted violently. She suppressed the surging anger in her chest and stopped her subordinates from doing anything. Then, she sat opposite Xiao Zheng with a ferocious expression.
Click.
Xiao Zheng lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes. "If you had listened to me earlier, your son wouldn't have suffered so much, right?"
Yan Hong clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "Do you know what the price of doing this is? I'll make your life a living hell! "
"I didn't wait for you to come here to listen to you spout nonsense," Xiao Zheng said nonchalantly.
"Then what do you want?" Yan Hong said shamelessly.
At this point, do you still have a way out?
"Nothing much," Xiao Zheng said calmly. "I just want to tell you that you have a good son."
Yan Hong was instantly enraged. She almost pulled out her gun to kill this ruthless pervert who killed her son!
"Maybe you still don't know what good things your son has done?" Xiao Zheng said slowly. "Murder, arson, robbery, colluding with international criminal organizations to endanger social stability, and creating a global terrorist incident. That's incredible. A dignified young master from a military family was actually a terrorist. Yan Hong. Have you thought about how you're going to explain this to your family? "
"Bullsh * t!" Yan Hong cursed. "When did my son become a terrorist?"
"You should ask him." Xiao Zheng pointed at Yan Shang who was at his feet. He smiled. "Explain to your mother?"
Yan Shang, who was in so much pain, immediately begged Yan Hong for help when he heard Xiao Zheng's words. "Mom, save me."
He used to think that his life was over when he lost a leg. But now, after experiencing losing an arm and having a knife pointed at his stomach by the bloodthirsty Xiao Zheng, he finally understood what it meant to be ambitious and what it meant to be ambitious. Surviving was more important than anything else!
"Get to the point!" Xiao Zheng stabbed the knife into Yan Shang's thigh and said in a cold voice.
Then, under Xiao Zheng's coercion, Yan Shang revealed his relationship with the Fox Hunter. Including Shang Jingtian, who instigated him behind the scenes!
Yan Hong felt as if she had been struck by lightning when she heard this. Her entire body went numb.
"Did you hear that?" Xiao Zheng glanced at Yan Hong. "I didn't frame your son. Your son said it himself. "
"Even so. I want you to pay the price! "Yan Hong yelled.
"What price?" Xiao Zheng asked unhurriedly. "Apologize to you? Dream on. I, Xiao Zheng, never bow to anyone. "
His words were absurd and full of dark humor. But at that moment, no one could laugh. Instead, they were inexplicably angry.
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