You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 115 I am a villain!

Qiu Daan pushed the manager away, and the muscles in his hands swelled and quickly grew larger!

An extremely inharmonious beauty appeared on Qiu Daan. The strength of his arms and body was already extremely exaggerated, but it was still expanding at this time.

His face was flushed, the veins on his neck were clearly visible, and the blood vessels on his muscles were bulging.

He let out a whimpering roar from his throat and ran towards Wei San with big strides!
He left footprints on the marble floor tiles, and the cracks were like spider webs, with crisp sounds.

The huge fist left a shadow and was about to fall on Wei San.

While Qiu Daan was building up his strength, Wei San had been sitting in the booth.

"Your pre-swing is a bit long."

Wei San made a pistol shape with his left hand, and with a "bang", the bone of his fingertip pierced through Qiu Daan's bulging biceps.

Qiu Da'an's body paused, but the huge inertia made him continue to rush forward.

But soon, the first phalanges of Wei's thirty fingers shot out one after another!
All at once, it was like a hail of bullets, hitting Qiu Daan's exaggerated muscles!
In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Qiu Daan's arms were badly broken, and the huge impact force he brought when he started running caused him to slide forward for a distance on the smooth marble tiles.

It stopped right beside Wei San's feet, not a millimeter off.

The only flaw was that because his arm was so huge, blood splashed on Wei San's leather shoes that he had just wiped clean.

Wei San grabbed Qiu Daan's hair, forcing him to look up so that he could look directly into his eyes.

"The abilities you've developed are just dead muscles."

Qiu Da'an had a flat head, so Wei San had a hard time holding on to him, so he simply let go.

He then held the blood-stained shoe to Qiu Daan's mouth:

"You got it dirty, lick it clean."

As he spoke, he looked at the manager who was trembling beside him.

"I'm going to find the boss!"

Wei San's gaze was like a string of fine needles, piercing the manager. He shuddered and turned to leave.

"come here."

Wei San said lightly, and he even waved his hand.

The manager was very scared, but still walked over tremblingly.

Wei San pointed to the marble bar in front of him and said, "Bite it."

"Ah?" The manager didn't react.

Wei San reached out and knocked on the bar.

The manager was panicking and hesitant, biting his mouth on the bar.

His upper teeth pressed against the bar.

Wei San suddenly stretched out his hand and hit him hard on the head!
This time, the force was clever, and the manager's head didn't break. Instead, the force was transmitted from the back of the head to the jaw, and then the teeth hit the marble hard!
All of the manager's upper teeth, except for the last two back molars, had fallen out and crumbled.

The manager's mouth was full of blood and the flesh on his palate was eroded.

He even choked on the blood and fell to the ground, tears, saliva, and snot pouring out.

He was in so much pain that his whole body was twitching and his head was dizzy.

Wei San has been involved in the underworld for many years and is very skilled in some torture methods.

"I'll give you another chance. Go call your boss."

Wei San kicked the manager who was twisting and rolling beside him.

Now that things have come to this, no one should pity anyone else.

If we talk about being worse, Wei San is worse than anyone else present.

He only wanted to complete the task assigned by the warden and didn't care about the process.

The manager struggled to get up by holding onto the bar.

He now knew that even if he had to crawl, he had to crawl to the boss.

Fortunately, he didn't climb far before a man appeared at the stairs.

Unlike the men in suits, he wore a long-sleeved cotton-linen jacket in an oriental style, with a simple bun on the back of his head, and cloth shoes and cotton-linen trousers.

He had a string of beads on his hand and a neatly trimmed mustache on his chin.

His features gave him a certain awe, his eyes deep and his emotions restrained. He was dressed like a master of Chinese studies from a past life Chi Ping had seen. Or, in other words, like Uncle Dong from Tazhai.

There must be a tea table in his office, and behind the tea table there is a calligraphy that reads;

Words like "seeing one's mind and understanding one's nature" and "tranquility leads to far-reaching goals".

"Boss," the manager called out, but his speech was a little slurred. All his upper teeth had been knocked out, and even after they were healed, he still drooled.

"Are you Wenzhu?" Wei San asked.

Wenzhu didn't answer, he just helped up the people who fell at his feet.

The wounds on these people's bodies were still bleeding, and Wenzhu pulled them to their seats one by one.

Finally, he said calmly:
"Many people here are new here, why do you have to make things difficult for them?"

Wei San was stunned when he heard this, and then he wanted to laugh.

What the other party meant was that he was new and hadn't done much bad, so he seemed innocent to be beaten like this.

They are innocent. But isn’t the wife of the couple who were silenced by Pang Gaolang innocent?

Seeing that Wei San didn't respond, Wen Zhu lifted the manager's chin again. Gently pinching his mouth open, she saw his blood-stained, bare upper jaw that looked like rotten flesh.

Seeing this, Le Bai, who was standing beside her, also covered her half-lost front tooth. She felt as if she was experiencing phantom pain just by looking at the scene.

"What is Xiao Wu guilty of? He only did clean work in the ring and the casino, and you beat him up like this."

Wei San suddenly laughed, and laughed very loudly.

He pointed at Wenzhu and said with a smile:

"He thinks I'm a good person! Should he choose the severity of his attack?"

Cang Ran also smiled but said nothing.

Wei San looked at Wen Zhu's outfit and said one sentence at a time:
"But I'm a bastard too, and you're trying to reason with me?!"

Wei San might be respectful in front of Chi Ping, but his true nature would show after he left for a while.

He tilted his head and glanced at the asparagus fern.

Wei San's aggressive and aggressive style from more than a decade ago was considered unacceptable by gangsters like Wen Zhu.

But coincidentally, Wei San also looked down on him.

"I've seen people like you since I was released from prison." Wei San stared at Wen Zhu with interest and said slowly:
“After I gained a bit of status, I felt like I had moved up the social ladder.

“The people under him are still doing the dirty and tiring work, while he himself is cultivating himself and worshipping Buddha.

"But in the end, people like you—

"You're nothing more than a glamorous maggot in society!"

Even if Wenzhu was very well-mannered, her face didn't look very good at this moment.

Although Wei San was a maggot before, it doesn't stop him from calling others maggots.

"Are you going to tell me now about the news about the Canjin Chamber of Commerce and Warden Jia Yu, or—"

As he spoke, Wei San's hand trembled and turned into a long and narrow bone blade.

With a single swing, the entire marble bar was severed diagonally. The cross-section was smooth, and the upper half of the bar slowly slid downwards.

"A respectable person's body is particularly resistant to damage?"

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On the other side, after Chi Ping and Mang returned from Jia Yu's reception, Mang told Chi Ping that she could not hear the thoughts of Jia Yu, or any of the prison officials at the banquet.

It’s not that there are obstacles, but that the other party has no voice at all!

Everything they said seemed to be generated in an instant, without going through their brains, and coming out directly through their mouths.

Their hearts are empty.

If I had to describe it, it's muscle memory. External stimuli give the character a natural reaction.

But this is not right. How can something as complex as language be muscle memory?
Chi Ping's face turned serious when he heard this.

At night, he changed into the executioner's attire. He still needed to find out what was going on in Jiayu.

As Chi Ping's partner, Mang naturally acts with him.

(End of this chapter)