Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 547 Red Street Copy ([-])

The sound of "da da da" footsteps caught the guard's attention, and the four of them looked forward expectantly.

It's a pity that they all fell to the ground before seeing Bingci's appearance clearly, and their eyes still stayed on a black umbrella that suddenly appeared and was spinning in the air.

The black umbrella appeared before Bing Ci, and the sharp tip of the umbrella cut through the necks of the four of them, spun a few times in the air, and then slammed into the wall.

Bingci then appeared, stepping over the bodies of the four with steady steps, calmly pulled out the black umbrella and continued walking forward.

The sobbing sounded endlessly, and she was miserable, and Bing Ci kicked open the door, but she was still stunned by the tragic scene in front of her.

The walls are covered with bruised bodies, and the prisons house people who have been tortured beyond recognition. This is the dungeon of Shen Zhi's criminal group described in that document.

The dungeon guard looked at the man who broke in in shock, and the red-hot torture instrument in his hand fell into the blood and made a "squeaky" sound.

Bingci glanced around coldly, then rushed up with the black umbrella tightly grasped.

The guards in the dungeon also reacted quickly, and it seemed that the guards rushed forward with a fierce look and drew their weapons.

People in other dungeons rushed to this side when they heard the movement.

The black umbrella is like a magical weapon in Bing Ci's hands, attacking and retreating with ease.

Those who were still conscious saw her as if they were gods, and crawled towards her desperately.

"Save us, save us!"

Bingci's heart throbbed for a while, and then he had a splitting headache. His face was pale from the pain, and there were fine beads of sweat when he looked closely.

The front and back were surrounded by water, but at this time, something happened to his body.

With a cry, all the guards in the dungeon rushed up.

Every time Bingci used a little force, the brain pain increased by a little bit, and she even experienced a brief dizziness. As a last resort, her fingertips fell into the flesh, and her palms were bloody and bloody, so as to achieve the purpose of waking up.

The blood in the palm of the hand flowed down the handle of the umbrella, and when the black umbrella was thrown out, blood stains dripped on the faces of those people.

The moment his clothes were cut by their weapons, Bing Ci clearly realized that his current situation was worse than expected.

The speed is slower than before, and the strength is less than seven points.when is itBingci fell into short-term self-doubt.

The chaos in the dungeon soon alarmed the rest of the clubhouse.

"President, someone trespassed on the dungeon."

In the office on the top floor of the clubhouse, the man's shirt is loose, his chest is exposed, his hair is still dripping with water, and the door of the rest room is ajar. Through the crack of the door, he can see the mess inside and the residual spring light on the bed.

Romance, suave and gentle, with a scum heart hidden in his gentle and handsome appearance.

Shen Zhixi took off his glasses impatiently, his eyes were red as if they were inflamed.

He asked in a displeased tone: "How many people are there? Whose power is it? If our people can't deal with it, we will ask the red street gangsters for help. I don't want them to take it for nothing when I pay him so much money every year."

"President, there is only one person on the other side, and he has no power or influence."

The subordinate's words made Shen Zhixi hesitate for a second, and in just one second, his gentle face immediately changed into another one, with a crazy smile and red eyes, all of which told people how dangerous this person was. .

Shen Zhixi crazily grabbed his subordinate's head and slammed it against the wall, his movements were fast and ruthless, and no resistance was allowed.

The tone was sickly, "One person, hehehe, one person scared you like this? What a waste."

After beating people to death, he was still angry, and Shen Zhixi turned his attention to the lounge again.

Soon, crying and begging for mercy came from the lounge.

(End of this chapter)