Chapter 15

In the dark cage, Dongli was hung and beaten for two days, but no rice was eaten.

The door creaked open, and she narrowed her weak eyes and raised her eyes.

I can't distinguish the appearance of the person, and the light hurts my eyes.

The ambiguous consciousness made her feel delusional, and she whispered: "Chu...Master Chu..."

Someone approached, pulled Dong Li's hair, and spit angrily: "Damn, I still think about your boss, you are so fucking loyal, but tell you, your Qisha gang is almost over! Chu Ye also It's over! This Shanghai underworld will be ruled by our Linghu Gang from now on!"

Only then did Dongli see clearly that the person who came was Cui Guyuan.

This dog whipped herself while Yunji City was busy clearing things up. Sooner or later, she wanted this dog to die in her hands.

"Yo, dare to stare at me!" Cui Guyuan was just a mouthful.

Dongli was beaten so hard that she stared at her eyes, she gasped, her spittle was full of blood, and she spat on Cui Guyuan's face.

"If you have the ability to let go of the old lady, the old lady will take your skin off."

"Hmph, are all of Chu Ye's subordinates hot like you, who dare to be so arrogant when you are about to die? Now you should kneel at my feet and beg me to let you go." Cui Guyuan took advantage of the situation and touched Dongli's chest. Face.

This woman, no matter what expression she has, has a down-to-earth charm. Thinking of the Qisha Gang, who are as beautiful as clouds, Chu Ye is really fucking lucky.

"Get your dirty hands away! Don't touch me!" Dongli took advantage of the situation and bit Cui Guyuan's finger.

"Aiyo, aiyo!" Cui Guyuan yelled like killing a pig, and someone hurried up to help, and when Dongli took out his finger, it was already bloody.

"Damn stinky woman! You don't eat the toast and you get fined wine!" Cui Guyuan cursed while clutching his wound.

"Come on, kill this woman!"

"Brother, calm down." Someone beside him stepped forward to appease Cui Guyuan.

"Fart!" Cui Guyuan scolded.

"Brother, the Qisha Gang will disappear from Shanghai anyway. I heard that this chick is Chu Ye's favorite. You see, she is going to be slaughtered anyway, why not..."

Cui Guyuan laughed when he heard this, and said: "You little bastard, you dare to touch Chu Ye's women. It's true that the Qisha gang is about to end, and Chu Ye is still alive."

"Without Qisha, Chu Ye is nothing but an eagle without wings. Besides, if there is something to do, then there is our young master Yun. He caught the man, and we just obeyed orders, don't we? , Boss is not interested in this chick at all?"

These words touched Cui Guyuan's heart, usually those women in the kiln are too obedient, they always find it meaningless, and it's just like that if women from good families play too much, but this black rose with thorns is really itchy.

Besides, among the Qisha gang, Dong Li has the most outstanding appearance, and has long been the coveted object of all the gangs, how could he not want to.

"It's just..." Although Cui Guyuan is famous for his lust, he hasn't had any troubles in these years. He is a man and plays with women in a proper way, and he doesn't touch women who are life-threatening.

"Could it be that elder brother is afraid of that Chu Ye?"

"I'll be afraid of that bastard thing!" Cui Guyuan, who had drunk some wine, suddenly raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

Right now, Cui Guyuan is the hottest member of the Spirit Tiger Gang. The gang has reorganized and there are no Four King Kongs anymore. As the only survivor of the previous Four King Kongs, he is the oldest in the gang, so he naturally takes the place of the gang. Yun Jicheng shared more of the burden and became the top leader, and Yun Jicheng had to call him Uncle Cui in private.

He was just playing with a woman, and Yun Jicheng would not blame him. As for Chu Ye, if he played with Dong Li and then killed him, what could Chu Ye do? So what's the matter with a Dongli.

Thinking of this, Cui Guyuan greeted: "Anyone who wants to play, line up behind me!"

 The role of Dongli is a bit tragic. . . . . . .Forget it or not, just pretend that I am naturally jealous of girls with big breasts.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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