"Don't tell me? Are you so tough-talking? How much money does Jiang Yue'an give you? Is it worth it for you to be so tight-lipped?"
"Since you know whose handiwork it is, why do you have to tell me?"
"It's different! You said it's not on the same level as we know," Shen Shang turned the knife in his hand in the basement. The leisurely posture gives people the feeling of sitting in a tea room at home, looking at the man in front of him who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted but still refuses to speak.
He advised patiently.
"You should know that if Lu Jing'an comes, not to mention being harsh, his bones will be broken. If you don't want to suffer, just say it."
The man remained unmoved and was tied to the chair, looking proud and proud.
"If you don't say it, you can just write it!"
"We are all civilized people. Solving things with civilized means will make us appear to be of higher quality."
"Why are you talking to him so much?" Ming Shaoyu blew out a smoke ring, looked at the person, and waved.
He whispered something.
Not long after, the man came in with a basin of water in his hand. Ming Shaoyu walked over and kicked the man's injured calf. A strong pain hit him and the man trembled all over.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and refused to speak. When Ming Shaoyu saw the cold sweat on the man's forehead, he knew that this man was a tough guy.
In this world, there is a kind of person who takes money from others to do things for them and is loyal until death.
But who are they?
When you were abroad with Lu Jing'an, what tricks didn't you see? What methods have not been used? It’s just that after returning to Beijing and Hong Kong these years, I washed my hands in a golden basin and didn’t get contaminated by those things.
They'll tear apart one of these tough bones, and they'll tear apart a pair of them if they come in.
Young Master Ming exerted great force on his feet, pushing the man to the limit of his endurance, and a scream rang out.
"Splash water..."
A basin of salt water was brought to the man, and he poured it down one by one. The trick of spreading salt on the wound was something he learned from Lu Jing'an.
Almost instantly, screams sounded.
Even though you are made of reinforced concrete, you can't stand it.
"You haven't said it yet?"
"The bones are so hard? I thought Jiang Yue'an had no useful talents? I don't think so!"
Shen Shang turned the pen in his hand, stood up slowly, and was about to make a move.
The door behind him was kicked open with a bang.
Turning around and looking back, Lu Jing'an stood at the door with scarlet eyes, like a demon from hell, and the aura around him was as cold as a life-seeking ghost in winter.
Awesome.
Seeing this, Mr. Ming and Shen Shang looked at each other and saw an ominous premonition in the other's eyes.
It was not that Jiang Yue'an had never taken action before, but when had Lu Jing'an ever been so angry?
In this situation, is it possible that Huanong is going to die?
If Huanong was cold, wouldn't Yang Xian peel off Lu Jing'an's skin and use it to make floor tiles?
"You guys get out."
The man's voice was hoarse. Shen Shang and Ming Shao listened, and they were confused and wanted to ask.
Xu Qing came in and stretched out her hand to give the two of them a hand.
The moment the secret door was closed, screams suddenly broke out inside.
"What's going on? Princess Hua is seriously injured?"
Xu Qing pursed her lips: "Someone died."
"Dead?" Mr. Ming's voice suddenly rose. Xu Qing was so frightened that she covered his mouth and glanced back in panic: "Don't talk nonsense."
"Then tell me what's going on!"
"Huanong has had a miscarriage."
Shen Shang and Ming Shaoyu felt their hearts skip a beat, and an indescribable emotion surged into their hearts. For people of their age, it was possible to get married, but wanting a child to be a father was a bit far away.
Ben had never thought of such a thing, but it happened suddenly, more or less unexpectedly.
They can not have children, but the children cannot die because of others.
This is a shame. As a man, being unable to protect his wife and children is simply the pain of this life for them.
Shen Shang lost all emotion for a moment. He reached into his pocket and felt for a cigarette, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.
Finally, he had no choice but to reach out to the bodyguard nearby and ask for a cigarette.
In the room, Lu Jingan stood in front of the man, holding a sharp knife in his hand. The knife was stained with blood. The thick smell of rust spread in the room, which was nauseating.
The man looked down at him with serious eyes: "Run away when you see me. You must have heard my name."
"Since you know my methods and still dare to touch my people, should I say you are brave? Or should I say you have no self-awareness?"
The man looked at his bleeding thigh and trembled. He looked at the man in front of him like a mouse seeing a cat. Every hair on his body was standing up. He had heard of Lu Jing'an's reputation for a long time. Abroad or domestic.
It's not bad in China, it's just a rumor, but no one has seen it.
And abroad, there are too many people who have seen his methods.
Someone once made a list of people not to be provoked, and Lu Jing'an was the first to bear the brunt, ranking first.
They are all people licking blood on the tip of a knife. They all use their lives to earn money. If they don't earn money, it doesn't matter. They are not afraid of losing their lives. They are afraid of being terrible. They can't die or live.
"Jiang Yue'an asked you to come." Lu Jingan picked up the towel on the side and wiped the blood on the blade.
This is not a question, but a simple statement, as if simply telling this fact.
"The knife penetrated seven points and injured the internal organs. Even if you don't die, you will be disabled. Are you a Qing Ming person?"
The man remained silent.
Bang, Lu Jingan dropped the towel in his hand on the table. The blade of the knife, which was originally stained with blood, was now shining brightly.
In just a moment, the man turned his wrist and screamed again.
His voice was as cold as if he was chatting with someone, and he didn't sound like a murderous executioner at all: "Then do you know who left behind the technique of cutting into seven parts of the body, injuring the internal organs, and causing death but also maiming?"
The man almost fainted from the pain. Seeing this, Lu Jing'an freed up a hand to strangle the man's neck, forcing him to look at her: "You use the techniques I left behind to deal with my wife and children? Who gave you the courage? Well? "
Suddenly, the man's pupils suddenly opened wide.
Could it be that he is......
Poof——the knife entered his body, and the man spurted out a mouthful of blood, which fell on Lu Jingan’s white shirt and spread into plum blossoms.
Gorgeous and miserable.
"Shen Shang,"
Outside the house, the two people who were standing smoking to calm down were startled by the sudden sound of opening the door behind them. They turned around and looked back and saw the blood on Lu Jingan's shoulder.
Before he could recover, he was frightened by someone's cold and stern voice.
They haven't seen this kind of expression on people for many years. Lu Jing'an at this moment reminded them of the time when they started their business.
"Take it with you to Jiang's house."
Lu Jing'an was going to kill Jiang Yue'an this time.
