rich concubine

Chapter 905 Torment
The moment he fell, a person suddenly appeared outside the sedan. He landed steadily on the ground with strong skills and a cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the violently shaking sedan.

The rickshaw driver, who was originally looking plump, suddenly jumped up and stood next to the man. He had a beard on his face and his speech was particularly rough. He said: "Brother Xiaoman, this is the man who is coming with me."

This person was none other than Aman. Because she was "similar" to the woman in stature and had superb martial arts skills, he was originally allowed to sit here in the sedan chair. He was not at ease with such an arrangement. If he could not escort his wife in person, how could he How about acting with peace of mind?

Unexpectedly, that guy Shu Yong was so good at predicting things. Sure enough, he guessed accurately every step he took. As expected, the thief didn't look for bad luck on the lady, but found it on himself.

It was unlucky for him to fall into his own hands. Although Ananda was a woman, she was no less cruel and ruthless than a man. Sometimes, when a woman became cruel, it was not as bad as a man.

She said: "There is Mi Hun San in the car. Tell him to be soft for a while. Then it will be easier to attack him. Keep an eye on him. I want to keep his life."

The coachman nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother, if he falls into my hands, I will never make it easy for him. I won't kill him."

Aman pursed his lips and nodded, looking up at the wall with cold eyes, and there was silence.

She exhaled and walked forward to lift the curtain. The man fell into the car with his hands on his hands, his brows furrowed, as if he was in great pain.

Aman ordered: "Search his body to see if there are any sharp blades."

When the thief fell down, his face was facing the soft cushion. The soft cushion was full of powder. He inhaled it straight into his lungs. He only had time to struggle for a few words before he became mute and passed out.

At this moment, he was like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. The driver turned him over vigorously, and only some blades were found on him, but nothing else was seen. Aman stared at his mouth for a while, and the driver He understood immediately and opened his mouth, only to find a biting pill inside.

This kind of biting pill is familiar to the killer world. Aman and the driver naturally know what it is. This thing is extremely soft and full of water. The water here is the poison that kills people. Once the pill is bitten, If the poisonous water enters the mouth, it will kill you instantly, and there is no possibility of cure.

This is what a dead soldier would prepare. This person is a dead soldier...

Thinking of this, Aman narrowed her eyes. She understood the rules of the dead. Once discovered, it means that this life can no longer exist.

Without this biting pill, he would die in various ways. Don't give him a chance!
She said coldly: "Knock out all the teeth in his mouth and tie his hands and feet behind his back to prevent him from having a chance to commit suicide."

The coachman knew very well that he also had eighteen martial arts skills that he had not yet demonstrated, and what Aman said was just a piece of cake to him.

After Aman turned around, he skillfully lifted up the dead man's collar and punched him. The dead man was woken up, and his screams were louder than the other. The driver thought his voice was harsh, so the coachman scratched him impatiently. Ear, gave him another hard punch: "Why are you shouting so loudly? Or are you not a man?"

The dead soldier's mouth was full of blood, and he didn't know how many teeth were knocked out. He only felt his throat was fishy and sweet, and the thick blood filled his throat. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it. Suddenly, his whole body was going to be useless. He Staring at the coachman closely, he forced out a sentence: "Your mother..."

Or just have a good time!What's the point of torturing people like this?

The driver didn't hear clearly, but he could see the hatred in his eyes, so he punched him again, until his head started to become confused, and he couldn't hear anything in his ears... He just felt a ball of mush. , as if the beaten soul had left the body.

"What are you looking at? I have to serve you comfortably." Later, the only sounds of punch after punch and the sound of fists hitting bones were heard, and the dead soldier was silent.

Aman looked back and counted the teeth on the ground. The coachman opened his mouth again. This time he was disgusted. His face was swollen and he couldn't see his original appearance clearly. There was even more in his mouth. The bloody mass was forced open by him, causing him to scream again. He only heard a "click"... It seemed that his jaw was dislocated.

These dead soldiers may not be afraid of losing their lives or being tortured. They have received professional training, and this kind of torture is expected for them. But the difference is that they haven't even interrogated him, so why did they just do it?

Even if he wants to torture someone, he has to let him figure out what they want to know first, right?

He’s not that tough-talking either…

Although he could bear the pain, he couldn't bear it life and death... No matter how much he trained, no matter how much mental training he did, he couldn't withstand such a lifeless attack.

The coachman's face was covered in sweat. He wiped it off, checked his mouth, and then pushed his chin back.

There was another burst of severe pain, but the dead man could no longer scream. He seemed to have anticipated his fate. Death was inevitable, but it would not be too happy after all.

After tying him back and forth, Aman looked at the dead man like a dead pig and sneered: That's it?How dare you bring your stupid thoughts to your wife?Sure enough, he thought his life was too long, so he used it to pay back his debt.

After explaining something, Aman left. Not long after, he bumped into his wife's carriage. She looked around. At first glance, she didn't see anything wrong, so she stayed by her carriage and watched with her own eyes. When he saw his wife, he escorted her back to the house.

The moment she saw Aman, Rong Yi knew that something must have happened. If nothing had happened, she would still be sitting peacefully in the sedan. Her appearance showed that someone was really looking for her. Trouble, think of her as yourself.

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Rong Yi said nothing, and waited until he returned to Changliu to tell her the whole story.

After hearing this, Rong Yi exclaimed that he was in danger, but Aman didn't particularly care, and just said: "This person is unlucky enough to meet me, don't worry, madam, I will definitely give you an explanation and pry his mouth open. "

After finishing speaking, Aman thought of his current appearance, and suddenly thought with a cold sense of humor: Now, he is swollen like a pig's head, and it's really not that easy to pry open his mouth..."

Rong Yi sighed and blamed herself. She lowered her eyebrows and said, "Today is my problem. If it weren't for you, I might have been caught long ago."

Aman: "This is what we should do. Why should I blame myself, madam? Besides, now we have no loss at all and we have captured an enemy alive. This is very beneficial to us."

Her explanation would make Rong Yi feel better. Rong Yi pursed her lips and nodded lightly.

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　I got off work late today, so I'll try my best to post the next chapter. Everyone, go to bed early, don't wait~

　　
　
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