Rebirth Counterattack: After the movie, her style is wrong

189 - It's OK not to kill

Zhang Hao's embarrassment didn't last long.

When he got into the car, he couldn't wait to ask: "Did Xiaoxue ask you to take me away?"

Then it's a straight punch in the face.

This punch was merciless, Zhang Hao's eyes went dark, and he didn't know about personnel. When he woke up again, he was tied to a chair and placed in an unknown pit.

His dislocated arm had been reattached, but it made it all the more painful and clear.

He tried to move, and big beads of sweat fell to the ground, dizzying away the thick dust at the bottom of the pool.

A man in a mask is condescending, waiting for him to wake up.

Seeing him open his eyes, the masked man rested his chin on his hand and said "Start".

The sound of running water made Zhang Hao realize that he should be at the bottom of the swimming pool, and now the mysterious man is pouring water into the pool.

At first, he claimed to be a tough guy and gritted his teeth, but as the cold water gradually submerged his calf, it spread to his thigh, waist, chest, neck...he began to panic.

He originally thought that this person was just trying to scare him at most, but now it seems that he is not?
Zhang Hao now felt that his teeth were chattering a little. He let go of his timidity first, but he had no choice but to speak.

"What exactly do you want to ask?"

The masked man didn't answer, he just leaned back and sat on the back of the chair.

Qin Hai, who was also wearing a mask standing behind him, rolled his eyes towards the sky.

what?Ask a fart, the boss doesn't want to ask anything, the boss just wants you to survive or die!

The water level soon passed Zhang Hao's chin, mouth, and then under his nose. He had to lift his neck and head up to avoid being blocked for breathing. Then, he had to use the posture of being tied to a chair to hold the water. Put your toes on the ground, and try your best to make your position a little higher, and a little higher.

Qin Hai couldn't help but want to applaud: "As expected of a 'cheap' coach, he just knows how to play."

Xiao Gu's tone was cold: "Hurry up."

The speed at which the water level rose suddenly began to increase significantly, and Zhang Hao could only work harder to find a way to grab air for himself.

Everyone by the pool saw that he was submerged for a while, then floated up from the bottom of the pool with his toes, took a deep breath, sank again, and then tried his toes, floated up, breathed, sank, and repeated.

Finally, the swimming pool was full and Zhang Hao couldn't afford it. Xiao Gu seemed kind-hearted and said, "Let the water go."

The water in the swimming pool began to recede. After an unknown period of time, there was only a little water stain left on the bottom of the pool. Zhang Hao was lying on the bottom of the pool gasping for breath. The next moment, someone straightened his chair.

The person in front of him was wearing a cold golden mask. There was no trace of carving on the mask, and he couldn't tell what the person wearing it looked like.

He didn't speak, just sneered breathlessly, and waved his hands as he stepped back on the steps, and then, the pool water that had tortured him for a long time appeared again.

It was another mental and physical torture. In just one night, Zhang Hao couldn't remember how many times he wanted to give up struggling, but the masked man was like a devil, and he could always accurately detect the moment when he really wanted to die. Then give life.

And when he was pretending to be waiting to die, the man sat calmly, watching him lingering in the air of a theater.

When the sun rose, Zhang Hao felt that he had died several times. The man in the mask stood up again. He thought the man would at least say a few words, but he didn't. He just turned around and walked out without stopping.

Zhang Hao heard someone else's voice asking.

"Boss is gone, what shall we do?"

"Tsk, stupid or not, keep playing."

"Boss explained, it's fine if you don't kill him."

Zhang Hao will never forget the moment of despair.

(End of this chapter)