The Queen of the Underworld

"Hit until you know!"

These words caught Fatty Wang's ears, and before he had any thoughts, a heavier and more ruthless fist landed on his body. Fatty Wang, who is pampered and pampered, has never suffered such suffering and been beaten like this before. , the howls became louder and louder...

However, Fatty Wang actually held back. He knew what the consequences would be if he spoke out, that is, the painful problem, that is, the ending of being fired, being sued in court, or even sent to prison; at that time, what will he do? When everything is gone, houses, cars, tickets, women, everything is gone, there will be other men living in his house and sleeping with his women...

So, Fatty Wang endured it, endured it desperately, and kept howling: "I really...don't know...I...I swear...you guys...let me go... "

"It seems that you can bear it!" Mengdie said, "Drag him into the room, I don't care what method you use, I just want the end!"

The frail Zhang Xiaoming grabbed Fatty Wang's thinning hair and pulled him into the room. Fatty Wang's face turned pale. He knew that what he would face next would be an extremely miserable forced confession. To be honest, Fatty Wang didn't have the confidence to hold on. 【 】

After being dragged into the room, Zhang Xiaoming said, "Take off a pair of socks and cover his mouth, he doesn't know anyway."

Soon, a brother from the Blood Killing Society took off his stinky socks and stuffed them into Fatty Wang's mouth. Zhang Xiaoming pulled out the knife from his back. It was drawn out.

The tip of the knife was placed on Fatty Wang's forehead. Fatty Wang felt the coldness of the tip of the knife, and his heart beat violently. The tip of the knife slid down from his forehead, onto his chest, onto his lower abdomen, and kept going down. It slid straight to Fatty Wang's lifeblood before stopping. Zhang Xiaoming said, "Seeing how small yours is, it doesn't matter if you have it or not. Anyway, you don't know anything, so just cut him off."

"No! No! No..." This was Fatty Wang's inner cry, but his mouth was stuffed with stinky socks, and he couldn't utter a single word. He just kept shaking his head and shaking his head again.

Zhang Xiaoming stabbed in slowly with the tip of the knife, and blood flowed out. Fatty Wang trembled violently, as if it was the end of the world; Zhang Xiaoming said, "Do you know now? If you don't know, this knife, But it will be cut off!"