Madam, she's gone wild again

Chapter 116 I hope you... think clearly and cast your shadows on me

East of Imperial Capital, sixth floor of the base, conference room.

A group of elites sat on both sides of the long conference table.

Sheng Xingyan sat in the middle, tapping the table lightly with her fingertips.

"Three hours ago, you can tell me that he was caught. Wait, three hours later, he is still dead-talking, and you still haven't asked anything."

The girl's voice wasn't too loud, but it shocked the elites who were discussing in low voices.

"Brother Yan... listen to our explanation..."

"Explain what? Explain why you haven't asked anything for three hours, or explain why you fooled me to do business?"

Real-time surveillance video is projected on the large screen on the wall.

A group of men were trained to keep their heads down and dare not speak out.

Sheng Xingyan stared at the big screen intently.

After a while, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and he bared lightly.

His eyes glanced over a group of tall, strong and healthy men one by one.

The girl didn't speak, and there was a slight bark.

Like a huge stone, it slammed into the lake, extremely humiliating, and gave everyone a resounding slap.

"Brother Yan, it's not our fault, we've used everything we need, it's this person..."

"Ok?"

The girl's voice raised slightly, with a little coercion.

The pair of frost-soaked eyes glanced slightly.

Sensing the girl's gloomy gaze, Chen Tie quickly closed his mouth, almost biting his own tongue.

Sheng Xingyan's palms tightened subconsciously, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

After glancing at the toy model pistol that had been disassembled into a mess, he slowly picked up the parts and reassembled it.

When his eyes fell on the boy on the big screen again, he became more ruthless.

"Since the mouth is so hard, throw it into the water to make bubbles."

...

On the third floor underground, in a dark room.

In the dim surroundings, the salt water mixed with chili juice was enough to pass his neck.

It has a sense of the water prison where prisoners were held in ancient times.

Fu Yanchao took advantage of the light on the wall to look around slightly, and landed on the miniature camera in the corner.

The arms were hoisted and fixed on both sides by the chains, the thin lips trembled slightly, and the color of the lips was a little white.

The wound was soaked in water, adding to the already fair skin a sense of sickness and weakness.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, the lock will make a piercing sound following the movement.

Sheng Xingyan had just assembled the toy model gun and held it in his hand to play with.

Looking up slightly, the boy on the big screen raised his middle finger at some point.

Accompanied by that sneer echoed in the meeting room.

The voice is not loud, the voice is hoarse and tired, but it makes people feel that the momentum is not diminished.

It really is a hard bone.

A group of people lowered their heads in dismay, looking at me and you, but they didn't dare to vent their anger.

Sheng Xingyan twirled the gun in his hand and nestled lazily into the seat.

Facing the malevolent and ruthless eyes of the young man on the screen, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and even looking at Chen Tie felt much more pleasing to the eye.

"Fill it up and wash it, take him to the second floor, give him something to eat, and I'll change and go."

"Wash, wash, wash...it's not...not very good..."

Chen Tie swallowed, and after confirming that he had heard correctly, he fidgeted.

I can't even speak.

Sheng Xing looked at Chen Tie expressionlessly, and his red lips moved slightly.

When he raised his hand, Chen Tie stood at attention, looking like he was going to die generously.

"Okay, Brother Yan! Make sure to clean the person and complete the task!"

"..."

Sheng Xingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and slowly landed on the marble box beside him, picked up one, and put it into the pistol like a bullet.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Chen Tie's subdued but unwilling to speak expression, and there was something indescribable in his eyes.

In the dark and damp basement on the third floor, there was silence except for the sound of water.

The moment Fu Yanchao was fished out by the people led by Chen Tie, he pulled Chen Tie's collar behind him and kicked him down.

"Pfft!"

There was a loud noise, and the water prison splashed a huge amount of water. Chen Tie fell into the water and choked up a few mouthfuls of water.

"..."

"..."

The two young men watched Chen Tie fall into the water, and were silent for a while in a particularly tacit understanding.

Two minutes later, the extremely embarrassed Chen Tie was brought up, retching and spitting bitter water.

Fu Yanchao was suppressed and handcuffed forcibly in extreme humiliation.

Those quiet and deep eyes glowed coldly, staring at the three of them.

It seems to be remembering their appearance.

Sheng Xingyan left the conference room on the sixth floor, pushed open the door of her office at the end of the corridor, and went directly into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he was already dressed as a teenager.

The immature feeling between the eyebrows and eyes is covered up a little.

After packing everything up, he walked into the elevator and arrived at the second floor.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Chen Tie's slightly damp hair and a stinky face.

Glancing at the man beside Chen Tie, he blinked.

"...Chen Yi, are you bullying Chen Tie again?"

"I'm wronged, Yan Xiao...Young Master."

Chen Yi's eyes fell on the shirt the girl was wearing, and he almost turned his head and cried out.

He recounted Chen Tie's tragic experience in a few words, gloating in his words.

While listening, Sheng Xingyan walked all the way to the door of the confinement room where the young man was detained.

Cibai rested her hand lightly on the doorknob, looked back and chuckled, and looked up and down the embarrassed Chen Tie.

"Chen Tie, listen to my advice, go to the western recruit camp to sign up, it's more suitable for you."

"No! Brother Yan, listen to my sophistry! No, it's an explanation! This is really a misunderstanding...!"

The sound of closing the door cut off Chen Tie's heart-piercing cries.

The room was pitch black, and a fiery, subdued masculine aura rushed over.

In the next second, a sharp weapon was accurately stabbed at the aorta of the neck.

Sheng Xingyan frowned, leaning his back against the door, putting his hands in his pockets, without any panic on his face.

"Are you trying to get my attention, make me interested in you, and save the day?"

"..."

The voice of the person in front of him was low, and there was a little smile in the joke.

Listen carefully but feel a little feminine.

Feeling neither male nor female.

Fu Yan twitched the corners of his lips slightly, with doubts in his heart, he held the broken chopsticks and exerted some strength.

Sheng Xingyan was stung, the smile on his face faded a lot, and the murderous intent surged in his eyes.

He glanced at the confinement room that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it.

Suddenly chuckled, his voice was lazy and out of tune.

"Alas...it's a pity, I don't have the idea of ​​turning around, your trick is useless to me."

"...Are you out of your mind?"

No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't stand Sheng Xingyan's outburst like this.

Fu Yanchao clenched the only sharp weapon in his hand, staring at the person with quiet and gloomy eyes.

Dangerous thoughts flashed by.

Sheng Xingyan slid one hand down, took out the model gun that was pinned to the back waist, and pressed it against the man's chin.

Ignoring the tingling pain in the neck, he slowly slid down with the gun, and stayed on the boy's beating heart.

"Death struggle is of no benefit to you. I hope you... think carefully and give up on me."

(End of this chapter)