Living up to Zhang Suohao's expectations, Bateman punched him before he could open his mouth.
Oh, the familiar fist.
Oh, the familiar pain.
Oh, the familiar dragon-tiger aura.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !
Strange whip! ! !
"You bring props with you?"
Curling up on the bed, Zhang Suohao looked at Bateman who was swinging the rope with a horrified look, and shouted hoarsely: "Don't, don't! Spare me, spare me!"
"explain."
Pulling the rope out of the air, Bateman pinched Zhang Suohao's throat to prevent him from making too much noise to attract outside attention, and asked in a low voice: "Where has Hou Jue been hidden by the bastards?!"
"Hou Jue?!"
Zhang Suohao suddenly felt excited, and the next second, he saw a familiar shadow in those gloomy and deep eyes.
Is he Qianhu? !
Dead man's knife, I will kill your horse!
You are so fucking two-faced, you are playing with real flowers, the world of hungry ghosts and beasts, if you don’t get into any of them, you are just sullenly burrowing into the Infernal Affairs.
"You are Qian..."
Before Zhang Suohao could speak, a big ear scratch made him wake up. Only then did he realize that his life was now in someone else's hands. If he barked like a dog, according to his level of demon-making in this life, if he didn't reincarnate as a dung beetle in the next life, he would be like smoke rising from his ancestral graves.
"Forget it, I see you don't want to say it either."
Sighing, Qianhu punched him, which was very tiring but still powerful. Just like workers working on the assembly line day after day, they are obviously tired of this boring and boring action, but they instinctively lift the tool and strike repeatedly.
If the person who knocked was not Zhang Sohao himself, he might be happy.
"I···"
Now let alone Hou Jue's location, even if Zhang Suohao tells Emperor Qianhu what color underwear he likes to wear in the past few months, he will have to tell the truth. But the problem is that Bateman seemed to have beaten him easily and did not give Zhang Suohao any chance to confess and be lenient.
In any case, they were severely tortured.
After about five or six minutes of torture, Zhang Suohao became completely desperate and began to give up struggling and resisting. It's all death anyway, and he has no hope.
Suddenly, Bateman stopped.
Um?
Looking at Bateman who suddenly stopped attacking and stood up slowly, a faint look of confusion appeared on Zhang Suohao's face.
"Are you involved in the evil soul jade business?"
Looking down at Zhang Suohao, who was covered in bruises, Bateman asked in a deep voice: "Were you the one who killed Jie Se?"
"Heheheheheheheh."
For some reason, looking at the profound and righteous Batman in front of him, a pitiful look gradually appeared in Zhang Suohao's eyes. With a smile of unknown meaning, Zhang Suohao grinned and said:
"Do you really think of yourself as a messenger of justice?"
"Lord Senhu?"
"What does my injustice have to do with you?"
Bateman did not deny his identity. He pressed Zhang Suohao's face and asked in a deep voice: "Answer me, Evil Soul Jade, were you involved?"
"useless."
Zhang Suohao looked at Bateman, the funny mask, the funny costume, and the most funny messenger of justice, everything seemed so funny.
"I'm a dog, and dogs can eat their own shit."
Lifting his hand feebly and pointing at himself, Zhang Suohao smiled with a weird expression:
"I am a dog to many people, do you understand? I have never used the Evil Soul Jade, because a dog can eat shit by myself, and I can do things unscrupulously that men do not dare to do. Mr. Qianhu, if you want To track down the Evil Soul Jade, you should not kill me, but interrogate me, and then take a good look at it."
With a crazy smile, Zhang Suohao pulled his neck hard and laughed in a low voice:
"Look at the chains behind my neck, how many dogs are tied to them that are more human than humans. Look at the necks of those dogs, how many chains are holding on to people's hands."
Boom.
Punching Zhang Suohao in the face, Qianhu frowned, dispersed the poisonous mist that had been released, looked at Zhang Suohao who was unconscious, and murmured in confusion: "Why are you so proud after eating shit? Psycho? "
Who cares whether you have a chain or not, whether you are a human or a ghost.
Little brother Zhou Li is indeed right, don't think so much, beat the bad guy severely, and you will have all your ideas figured out.
Looking at Zhang Suohao who was unconscious with a surprised expression on his face, Qianhu threw him on the bed in disgust. If Zhou Li hadn't told him that killing the other party would bring trouble to Beiliang, Qianhu would have given him away happily.
"Wait, then."
With a sneer, Qianhu threw it away, and a black bat-shaped dart was stuck in the shadow.
"I will make the night your fear."
"Hmph, hum, hum, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Suddenly, Zhang Suohao woke up from his dream. He felt as if he had been beaten again by a pervert in black tights. He raised his head suddenly and found that he was still on his bed. There was no Bateman around him, and nothing had changed.
At this time, the guards pushed in the door and gathered around Zhang Suohao nervously asking what happened. Touching his nose, Zhang Suohao found that there were some small black particles on his nose, but he had no impression of it at all. He felt a little pain in his head, as if he had forgotten something, but he felt nothing.
Blinking hard, Zhang Suohao drove away the guards around him. He turned his head and looked at the empty terrace, feeling a little panicked for some reason.
Maybe... I just didn't sleep well?
Reaching out and touching his face, Zhang Suohao suddenly felt a little confused and found that his face seemed to be more swollen than before. He was a little confused, looked around and found nothing unusual.
well.
Sighing softly, Zhang Suohao felt that he was a little insane from the beating. He touched his body and found that it was covered with sweat. The sticky feeling made him very unhappy.
Take a bath.
Standing up unsteadily, Zhang Suohao opened the door and ordered his servants to fetch and boil water with an impatient look on his face. At this time, he no longer wanted to have fun, he just wanted to take a good bath and sleep.
After a while, the panicked servants had prepared the bathing utensils and water. Zhang Suohao walked to the third floor, opened the door, looked at the thick wooden barrel and the healing liquid floating on the water, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done, get down."
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Suohao closed the door of the bathroom on the third floor, ordered his men to guard it closely, took off his clothes, and slowly got into the barrel. The warm healing liquid quickly flowed into his wound and began to gradually heal his injury. Suddenly, Zhang Suohao couldn't hold it back and snorted in comfort.
call.
Wait a moment.
Zhang Suohao suddenly opened his eyes, and he thought of a very important question.
Where did the healing liquid come from?
Isn't that thing exclusive to Jin Yiwei?
etc!
Suddenly, Zhang Suohao remembered something. For example, Bateman fell from the sky. For an instant, Zhang Suohao raised his head with a face full of horror, and then he collapsed weakly in the bathtub, breathing heavily.
Fortunately, no, he didn't come.
The Dead Man's Knife has rebelled! Bateman turned out to be Qianhu! He just beat me up and I forgot all about it! No, I have to act now, or it's all over.
At this time, Zhang Suohao was not in the mood to take a bath. He had no idea where the elusive Batman Qianhu would appear. He quickly stood up, stepped on his shoes, picked up his robe with his naked body, and then...
"Thinking about me?"
Suddenly, the voice that Zhang Suohao would remember for a lifetime sounded out in just ten minutes. Suddenly, Zhang Suohao's blood stagnated all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be frozen in place as if time had stood still.
The sound came from outside the door...
After swallowing, Zhang Suohao turned his head tremblingly. Then, the wooden door was suddenly punched through, and a crack appeared in front of Zhang Suohao.
"Baitman..."
The bat hood slowly emerged from the gap. Looking at Zhang Suohao, who was curled up in a ball, naked, frightened and trembling, Qianhu's sexy and deep voice filled the entire bathroom.
"I'm coming."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
I have an exam today, so I missed one chapter and will make it up later.
(End of chapter)
