Although it's calm, how can it remain calm?
"Does it hurt?"
The knife went straight into her abdomen, and she even spun around at an angle.
Liu Feifei made a "hoarse" sound in her throat and shouted with all her might, "You're a complete madman!"
Zhao Xiaoyue shook her head. "It seems you're in pain. Then why did you treat him like that? You could have come at me. Didn't I give you a chance before?"
Zhao Xiaoyue blinked. "Every time I give you a chance to come at me, you choose to target the people around me instead. I never thought of targeting the people around you."
As if thinking of something, Zhao Xiaoyue slowly said, "Since I am their leader and his apprentice, I have inherited everything from him. Of course, I can also inherit all the hostility and hatred from the outside world. This should be understandable. But you shouldn't have touched the people around me."
"Do you know how old he is? We'd rather he die a quick death than be killed!"
Liu Feifei was too exhausted to argue anymore; she was barely breathing.
Tanzan swallowed hard and stepped forward. "Should I, the captain, handle her?"
Zhao Xiaoyue nodded, "Yes, do you know how to skin it? Peel off its skin and fold it neatly; I want to take it back."
hiss--
Mamma mia!
Has the captain really gone mad?
Yu Muqi had only one feeling: this guy was even better than Sixth Brother!
Remembering how Sixth Brother had dealt with the leper Sanhe and the people who had harassed Huo Qingqing, he felt his entire spine go numb, from his back to his tailbone, until the numbness spread throughout his body.
"Captain, are we really going to do this?"
Zhao Xiaoyue chuckled, "Go ahead, I'll give you thirty minutes!"
Tanzan was completely distorted.
My God!
Taking the helm is practically leaving no way out for anyone!
If he dared to utter a single word of rebuttal, he believed the bayonet in the captain's hand would not hesitate to turn around and face him.
It's better to switch to someone else.
Liu Feifei was filled with hatred, resentment, fear, and dread.
Peeling skin, who wouldn't be afraid?
Zhao Xiaoyue tilted her head and smiled at Liu Feifei, who was being dragged away, saying, "Look carefully and remember my face. You're welcome to come back for revenge in your next life."
Du Jiaming was incontinent and trembling all over, his teeth chattering. He didn't know where to put his hands and could only curl up his body.
Zhao Xiaoyue, holding a blood-stained triangular military dagger, walked up to Du Jiaming, squatted down, and stood at eye level with him.
The bayonet was twirled in his hand in a beautiful motion, and blood splattered all over Du Jiaming's face, causing him to scream in fright.
"ah--"
"ah--"
Those who plot are often the seemingly weak scholars hiding behind the scenes, while the ones who truly charge into battle are their limbs.
It seems that nothing works for Zhao Xiaoyue.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I only gave the idea. It was Liu Feifei who pulled the knife, really, really, and Situ Jing too. Really, everything I said is true! He even insulted your bodyguard!"
He'd seen murder before, but never one this insane. Everyone else was cunning and ruthless, but to put it bluntly, he'd skin you alive. Only this madman could do that.
He kept begging for mercy, trying to think of any bargaining chips he could use to exchange for a chance to live.
Who could have imagined that this one sentence would become the spark that ignited the violent emotions in Zhao Xiaoyue's heart?
Without hesitation, she plunged the triangular bayonet into Du Jiamin's chest.
"Oh? There's something about Situ Jing too? What a pleasant surprise."
In no time, Du Jiaming's lungs became like sieves, gushing blood.
Its mouth was bulging and bleeding.
Zhao Xiaoyue was almost delirious, trapped in a hallucination, and a demon arose in his heart, taking control of him completely.
Those around were trembling with fear at the sound of a bullet being chambered, especially Situ Jing, who was watching the spectacle unfold.
Why would she bother getting involved in this mess?
"Captain Zhao, that's not the case. Listen to me."
Situ Jing tried to back away and explain, but the person in front of her didn't play by the rules.
"What's there to explain? You like men? That's easy!"
Although they were smiling, they inexplicably instilled a sense of fear, perhaps because it was nighttime, or perhaps because of a chilling wind.
"Tanzan, how many men do you have under your command?"
Tanzan heard the sound and rushed in. Because he ran so fast and had such large pectoral muscles, his pectoral muscles were still trembling when he stood still.
"Every time, more than a thousand people have taken the helm."
Several loud bangs were heard as assault rifle bullets were fired, hitting Situ Jing's left and right shoulders and thighs.
"Throw her to those people. By morning, she'll be alive, and you'll all be dead!"
Tanzania: "?"
Are they still in charge?
I think so?
Isn't it the person in charge who can't stand such things the most?
what to do?
If only Second Master Hou were here.
O God!
Although he was a pimp, a hoodlum, a local thug, and a local bully, he had done many heinous things, such as forcing women into prostitution.
But these things can't be left to the helm!
What should we do? What should we do?
Just as Tanzan was about to be twisted into a pretzel, Situ Ming burst in, looking disheveled.
The first thing you see is Zhao Xiaoyue with bloodshot eyes.
When Yu Muqi saw the Ninth Young Master, her heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly settled down.
When RL was still a hunter, Master Pu secretly issued a helmsman's order to protect Zhao Xiaoyue and not let her get involved in anything legal.
In other words, Master Pu's only requirement was that the current leadership be completely clean.
They have always done so, and the leader is even more strict with herself, never doing anything that could break the law, and not letting them get involved. Tanzania is definitely an exception.
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