The moment when Aqiang stepped into the utility room with the little bit of food he gave to Xu Ziliang.
Swish——!
A dark shadow suddenly pounced on him and pressed him against the door.
There was a 'bang' sound when my back hit the door of the utility room.
Then he felt a pain in his abdomen, as if something sharp had pierced into it.
“Kill! Kill!! Kill——!”
Uncle Liang roared like crazy.
The toothbrush handle, which had been sharpened to an extremely sharp point, was pushed hard into Aqiang's abdomen, causing blood to spurt out.
"Ugh! Get out of here, old bastard!"
A Qiang pushed Xu Ziliang away with all his strength, and when he looked down, he saw half of the toothbrush handle exposed on his stomach. The rapidly secreted adrenaline was helping him suppress the pain and at the same time calming his mind quickly.
"Damn it!" He cursed angrily and kicked Xu Ziliang in the chest with all his might, without holding back at all, intending to kick Xu Ziliang to death.
Xu Ziliang had just been pushed away, and his body was still balanced.
He could only respond hastily with his hands in front of him.
Snap——!
As expected of a martial artist, A Qiang kicked Xu Ziliang's hand in half, but Xu Ziliang didn't utter a word despite the excruciating pain. He bent over to avoid A Qiang's second kick, which grazed the wall and the wall skin was torn off by the heavy boots.
"Don't run, old man!"
A Qiang pounced on Xu Ziliang again.
Uncle Liang gritted his teeth and dodged two straight punches, but he was already injured, so his reaction speed naturally slowed down. The opponent's elbow was close and faked, and he tilted his head to dodge. Ah Qiang took the opportunity to retract his elbow and raise his arm to throw an uppercut, but because of the severe pain in his abdomen, the punch was deformed and only grazed Uncle Liang's cheek.
But even so, Uncle Liang was knocked to the ground by a punch.
"Old man, have you learned your lesson?" Ah Qiang held his stomach and gritted his teeth in pain. He looked at Uncle Liang who got up from the ground and walked closer step by step, with murderous intent in his eyes: "According to Yang's idea, you can still live for a few more years, at least let you see Su Nian's ashes, but since you are so honest, I can only send you on your way early!"
Aqiang is very clear about his situation.
Although he seems to be able to move freely now, the toothbrush handle is probably stuck in his kidney.
If he continued to be in a stalemate with Xu Ziliang, he would be the one who would lose the ability to move.
So he had to kill Xu Ziliang now, without any mercy.
This is the survival rule he has summed up since childhood!
But when he got closer.
Xu Ziliang on the ground suddenly stood up, with a ferocious face, shouting "I'll kill you" and rushing forward, even though he had no weapon in his hands and even though his broken arm was hanging like a limp rope.
A Qiang didn't dare to neglect him, he stepped aside to let Xu Ziliang rush over.
With his backhand, he grabbed Xu Ziliang's neck with his left hand, and at the same time raised his left hand to squeeze Xu Ziliang's breathing space together with his left hand.
He wanted to strangle Xu Ziliang to death.
Uncle Liang struggled frantically, making vague roars like a wild beast. Aqiang's strength was getting weaker and weaker, but 껩 tried his best to strangle Uncle Liang, "Go to hell, you old bastard! Die!" He growled, his face flushed red, and veins bulged on his strong arms.
There is less and less room to breathe.
With every breath, your lungs receive less oxygen.
He could feel that Aqiang's strength was weakening, but as the oxygen became thinner, how could he feel any less? His struggles became weaker and weaker, his face turned a dying purple color, the blood vessels in his neck were throbbing, trying to supply nutrients, and the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to be turning into blood beads and rolling out.
The vision blurred.
The sound was heard.
Thinking becomes cloudy.
He saw his son Xu Shaofeng standing in the white light, looking at him with sad eyes. He saw his wife standing behind his son, her mouth opening and closing, as if she was calling his name, tears rolling out of her eyes. The white light turned into a cliff, and the strong wind blew up his wife's long hair...
놊!
They went backwards...
놊! !
No matter how he shouts.
still,
Fall off a cliff.
놊——! ! !
"Uncle Liang."
He saw Su Nian and Xingchen walking towards the cliff hand in hand.
Step by step.
"Thank you for the fish soup!" Xingchen smiled and waved to him.
You guys, are you going to fall off the cliff?
"Dou!!!!!"
“Aaaaaaaaaa——!”
Ah Qiang felt in disbelief that the man he was strangling suddenly burst out with terrifying power.
So much so that he was suppressed!
Uncle Liang broke free from his restraints and turned around suddenly.
There was a glimmer of light flickering in his bloodshot eyes.
He struggled to raise his broken elbow.
Grab the hand with your left hand and pull it hard.
puff--!
The sharp bone fragments were exposed.
Then he pushed his left hand's broken elbow upwards and slammed it fiercely into Aqiang's lower body.
The sharp bone spurs mixed with muscle tissue and blood pierced into it.
Ah Qiang howled in pain.
He wanted to dodge, but his body was becoming slower and slower.
"Ah——!" Uncle Liang roared with the second elbow, his voice tearing his throat.
The third cubit.
Bang! Aqiang fell to the ground.
His wide eyes were full of astonishment, and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
On his lower body, there was a bloody hole the size of a ping-pong ball, from which blood was oozing out.
Finally, the body twitched twice and then became completely motionless.
Aqiang is dead.
At this time, the cell door was finally opened.
The prison guard who delivered the meal stumbled in.
I saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.
Under the dim light, a man covered in blood stood there, his hand completely shattered, the broken bone spur at the elbow exposed to the air, only a little muscle connected to the arm, and the dislocated arm swayed slightly with his breathing.
Under that pair of gray and white hair.
There was still murderous intent in those bloodshot eyes that had yet to dissipate.
"Help me up."
"Ah, what?"
"I said, help me up."
This time the prison guard heard it clearly and rushed over to support Xu Ziliang.
Xu Ziliang took a deep breath, and then his whole body went limp. He could only stand with the help of the prison guard. The prison guards had mixed feelings - Xu Ziliang was too light, 1.75 meters tall and probably weighed less than 100 kilograms, which showed what kind of abuse he had suffered.
But Xu Ziliang is so weak.
But just now he single-handedly defeated Ah Qiang, a strong martial arts master.
He couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
If he had gone to get the key in advance, Xu Ziliang might still be in such a miserable state. If he saw the situation too well, he would be afraid that Aqiang would attack Xu Ziliang again, so he sent out a signal in advance.
"You are Wang Shou's subordinate, right?" Uncle Liang asked weakly after taking a breath.
The prison guard nodded.
"Come on, take me to see him."
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