Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 593 Let's Clean Up

Ji Xiancheng looked at Gu Heng, thinking about the video just now, he has been delaying not giving Ji to himself, probably because of this idea.

Qingyu glanced at the man behind him, he nodded knowingly, pushed Ji Xiancheng forward, and at the same time, Qingyu's voice sounded slowly: "Mr. Gu, don't move."

Gu Heng looked up, the muzzle of the black gun was pointed straight at him, and the knife in his left hand was still sliding on Wen Ruan's neck.

Pulling the corners of his lips, Gu Heng turned his gaze to Ji Xiancheng, as if warning him.

The two people he brought had been blocked from the door, and the weapons on his body had been searched away by them, so he could only wait and see what happened.

The man in black who received the instructions pushed Ji Xiancheng in front of Gu Heng, and then handed him the long knife in his hand.

It was a Japanese army knife with an arc-shaped blade. After being pierced into the human body, when it was pulled out, the inverted blade would cause a second pain.

Ji Xiancheng looked down, the blade was so bright that his face could be seen.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and slowly clenched it tightly. The whispering voice sounded again from behind, with ups and downs.

"Don't be soft-hearted, as long as you can't kill him, we'll clean up the mess."

Ji Xiancheng gritted his teeth, clenched the long knife in his hand, then closed his eyes, and stabbed straight at Gu Heng.

Gu Heng snorted, Ji Xiancheng opened his eyes, and found that he had stabbed him in the abdomen, and blood gushed out from the wound like a spring.

Gu Heng stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen, and Ji Xiancheng drew the knife back again. Gu Heng leaned forward and pressed his left hand on the ground. She was pale, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Tsk, it seems that even God can't see what you've done."

Gu Heng gritted his teeth and straightened his body again. Blood dripped from the palm of his hand and landed on the dusty ground, rolling up layers of brown soil.

His gaze became colder and thinner, covered with a thick layer of ice, looking at Wen Ruan, her face was covered with tears, and she couldn't speak a word.

Qingyu stood behind her, the corners of her lips slightly curved, looking at Gu Heng.

"What else? Just come!"

"That's right, Mr. Gu, if that's the case, then we won't be polite."

Qingyu looked at the person next to him, the man nodded and walked towards the steelmaking furnace.

It was a huge deep pit with a big black machine on it, which was filled with hot iron juice, which was poured from the machine into the deep pit.

The man held a pair of pliers in his hand, poked around inside, then walked up to Gu Heng, and swung it towards Gu Heng. The molten iron stained on the pliers splashed onto Gu Heng's body in an instant.

In just one second, the white shirt on his body was scalded with small holes, causing red spots on the skin inside. Gu Heng frowned, and his lips gradually turned pale.

"Put Wen Ruan down."

Gu Heng clenched his fist on the left, more and more bitterness appeared in his black eyes, and he spoke to Qingyu in a deep voice.

"It's definitely going to be released, but Mr. Gu has to make people have fun, right?"

While speaking, the man pressed the pliers directly on Gu Heng's back and front chest again, and two marks immediately appeared on it.

Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were on Gu Heng's face. There were big beads of sweat on his forehead, and his face was pale.

　Thank you [Yan Qingcheng] for the reward of 1888 book coins~

　　Thank you [nickname was eaten by me] for voting for February~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)