If that packet of white powder really got into his mouth, he would definitely die.
He doesn't want to die yet.
Qinglong shouted in fear, regardless of anything, and pulled the trigger frantically.
"Kill him."
"Bang bang bang..." A series of gunshots rang out in the bar.
But at the moment the bullet was fired, the figures of Master Yu and the masked man disappeared from the spot.
The mask was so fast that you could vaguely see a shadow slipping by.
But Young Master Yu really disappeared, without any trace left.
Until they ran out of bullets, they were still unable to capture the figure of the mask, let alone Master Yu.
Suddenly, a painful groan was heard.
Everyone turned around in panic.
Qinglong was dragged to an empty corner without anyone noticing.
Gong Yu just stood quietly beside Qinglong.
There were packaging bags of white powder scattered around.
Qinglong's body was covered with white powder.
His mouth was filled with white powder, and he kept coughing because of the choking.
Every time he coughed, white powder sprayed out, covering his face and body, making him look extremely miserable.
As soon as the white powder enters the mouth, it is quickly dissolved by saliva, flows down the throat into the stomach, and is absorbed into the blood.
Qinglong's body twitched uncontrollably, his expression was ferocious, his eyes turned white, and he kept foaming at the mouth, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.
He struggled painfully, trying to spit out the drugs.
But the drug melts in the mouth, there is no antidote, and it is not something that can be spit out.
In 1989, drug refining technology was not so advanced. Although an overdose of drugs could be fatal, it would not kill people so quickly.
He will suffer torture, and watch his life disappear bit by bit in a daze, but he will be powerless to do anything.
Everyone was so frightened by Qinglong's miserable condition that they trembled all over.
They looked at Young Master Yu in fear.
He was still so evil and charming, his indifferent eyes flashed with excitement, as if he was enjoying watching Qinglong being tortured to death.
This perverted idea made them even more heartbroken.
Wouldn't they die like this too?
When they thought of this, some people immediately ran outside in fear, wanting to escape from this horrible purgatory.
However, just as they turned around to escape, a bullet hit their legs, causing them to fall to the ground and lose the ability to escape.
Wails of pain echoed through the bar.
When everyone was panicking, Master Yu and Mask closed their eyes with great enjoyment.
"Masquerade, such a familiar scream really makes my blood boil!"
"Amitabha, I can't wait to help them attain salvation."
"But I want to hear it again."
Young Master Yu's sinister and cold voice made everyone tremble with fear.
They want to plead.
But the words came to my lips but I couldn't say them.
It was as if some force was suppressing them, preventing them from putting up any resistance.
They looked at the mask pleadingly.
I just hope that this enlightened monk can show mercy and persuade Master Yu.
Even if we don't give them a chance to live, it would be better to let them die quickly!
Killing is not the end of the world.
Torture is worse than death.
However, the expectant eyes of the crowd made the masked face look even more kind, and the kindness made their hearts even more tormented.
"Since Blood Eye wants to listen, then listen to it to your heart's content."
Everyone: Despair.
Master Yu laughed heartily: "Mask, is it appropriate for you to indulge me like this?"
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