Chapter 507 I'm sorry, I seem to have given you a chance before
In the basement of the Devil's Bar.
“Ugh—Ah—Ah—”
The skunk's screams continued.
Digging out a new piece of flesh from the wound, coupled with the amplified pain, made him, a professional killer, extremely painful and unbearable.
As the sharp meat cutting knife in Su Ming's hand stopped.
Ten more pieces of meat appeared on the ground. The skunk's right arm was completely disfigured. It was so horrible and hideous that it was enough to make ordinary people feel nauseous immediately.
When Su Ming stopped moving.
You can clearly hear...the skunk's wailing has become much quieter, and its spirit is on the verge of collapse, but the adrenaline and glucose that are continuously dripped into its veins prevent it from going into shock and fainting.
The amplified pain flooded into my mind without a drop of a drop.
Looking at the weak appearance of the skunk, Su Ming's face showed no emotion at all. He continued to pick up the hydrogen peroxide next to him and poured it on the bloody wound again.
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—”
Another series of disinfectant foam, with strong stimulation, hit the skunk's nerves.
“Ah—ah—ah—”
The skunk, whose voice had originally become quiet, suddenly howled hoarsely in pain again, its eyes wide open and bloodshot.
It's obvious.
The pain from helping to clean and disinfect the wound the second time was several times more intense than the first time.
After doing all this.
Su Ming stopped what he was doing, took out a whetstone from his pocket, and while sharpening the already very sharp meat cleaver, he looked at the pale dancer and asked with a gentle smile.
"Hey, dancer."
"What do you think of this method? Compared to your rude behavior of... digging your eyeballs out directly, isn't it more gentlemanly and elegant?"
Listen to the sound of sharpening the knife.
The dancer felt as if all his nerves were paralyzed, and his lips began to tremble subconsciously.
Because, just from the screams of the skunk and the behavior of Su Ming that she saw from the corner of her eye, the dancer's hairs definitely stood on end.
Compared to the act of picking out one's own eyeballs.
Su Ming's method of slowly cutting the meat was simply pure torture, and it was... a torture that would not kill a person in a short period of time.
Before the dancer could answer.
The skunk stopped wailing, stared at the stick with dazed eyes, and spoke weakly with cracked lips and hoarseness.
"Kill...Kill me."
"Just... just kill me."
Hearing this from the skunk.
Su Ming frowned in dissatisfaction, squatted in front of the skunk again, and made a click of the tongue.
"Kill you?"
"How can I kill you so easily?"
"Didn't you see? I set up a camera on purpose. If I kill you directly, how can I explain to... those friends who are waiting for this video?"
"Oh, I see."
"Do you feel sorry for your other two companions because you were the only one who got to experience this good thing, and you feel sorry for them?"
"Don't worry, don't worry."
"You should take a good rest first. I will definitely be 100% fair."
Speaking of this.
Su Ming stopped talking, stood up, walked to the front of the python, squatted down, showing a faint smile like an evil ghost, cut open the clothes on its upper arm, and spoke slowly.
"Next, it's your turn."
"In the previous conflict, it seems that you are the only one who did not suffer any injuries. It is indeed time to enjoy that wonderful moment."
The words fell.
Without even waiting for the python to say anything.
Su Ming simply placed his fingers against the meat cleaver and pressed it directly on his right upper arm.
Just a light stroke.
The same piece of flesh fell to the ground.
Just like the skunk just now, although a piece of meat was cut off, the python also did not make a sound, but there was fear and panic in its eyes.
One minute later.
As all ten pieces of flesh were cut off, Su Ming picked up the hydrogen peroxide and poured it into the wound.
These almost identical steps seemed to prove his fairness and that he would never let the skunk enjoy such wonderful pain alone.
Compared to skunks, pythons seem to be tougher.
Even when the wound was splashed with hydrogen peroxide, his expression did not change at all. He just clenched his teeth very hard, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Seeing blood flowing from the corners of the python's mouth, which was obviously caused by the compression of its gums, Su Ming couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, praising it.
"He really is a professional killer."
"You can even bear this kind of pain, even if it means you have to bite your teeth to pieces, but you won't even say a word?"
"But I have to remind you."
"When you do it the second time, you will feel the truly wonderful pain and despair, which will be many times more intense than before."
After saying that.
Su Ming picked up the meat cleaver without hesitation and pressed it on the first wound on the python's right upper arm.
It cut slowly like a saw, but the speed was dozens of times slower than the first time, and the pain and despair were magnified dozens of times.
“Ah—ah—ah—”
Even a python with its teeth clenched tightly cannot remain strong.
Unimaginable, unprecedented pain instantly flooded his nerves like a tide, and seemed to be more painful than all the pain he had ever experienced combined.
The timely scream did not make Su Ming's hands tremble at all. He continued to follow his own steps, carefully and accurately cutting the original wound.
But this scream was not much worse than the skunk's previous one, and it made the dancer even more terrified, and his face turned pale without a trace of blood.
Repeat the same method used on the skunk, cut off ten new pieces of meat, and pour hydrogen peroxide on it.
Su Ming did not look at the condition of the python again, but squatted directly in front of the dancer, took out the whetstone again to sharpen the meat cutting knife, and smiled faintly at the dancer with a terrified face.
"Dancer."
"You seem to have forgotten something. Just now you seemed to...haven't answered me yet. Is this method better than your rough eye-gouging? Or is it worse?"
"After all, I always feel that... in terms of visual effects, your method of popping eyeballs would be more outstanding."
Su Ming's question sounded like a death knell to the dancers.
Without any hesitation, the dancer opened his eyes wide and spoke with a look of fear and despair on his face.
"I'll tell you. I'll tell you."
"I will tell you all the information I know. I will tell you everything."
This answer.
Su Ming raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he didn't expect the dancer to beg for mercy so quickly. He didn't even feel any pain, but he begged for mercy so straightforwardly.
But Su Ming ignored his answer, showing his white teeth, and spoke slowly like a devil.
"What a shame, dancer."
"At the beginning, I seemed to have given you a chance, but you seemed... didn't seem to care too much, right?"
"Now that I want to pursue fairness, you think it's time to confess. Isn't it too late? After all, time has been wasted."
"So, if you have anything to say, please...feel free to experience this special method of slow slicing yourself, and then tell me, okay?"
"I think... it should be okay, right?"
The words fell.
Su Ming raised the meat cleaver in his hand and pressed it on the dancer's right arm without any hesitation...
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