Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

The warehouse door was kicked open, and a figure walked in slowly.

The man wore a black windbreaker, his short hair fell naturally, and he clearly had a handsome and dignified face, but at this moment, it was full of gloom, and his eyes were red.

He held a boning knife in his hand, sharp and sharp.

Mo Zhixin recognized the knife at a glance, and the scars on Zhan Jinnan's body should be the masterpiece of that knife.

She subconsciously stepped back and swallowed: "Zhan Beixiao, you are kidnapping, you are maliciously imprisoning—"

Correct.

Call the police.

Call the police!

She frantically took out her mobile phone from her bag and tried to call the police, but found that the signal was blocked.

Her face was pale, and the phone in her hand fell to the ground.

The man approached step by step, stepping on Mo Zhixin's heart with every step.

Fear, fear swept across, chills down my spine, but I didn't dare to run away.

"I just thought you were out of your mind before, but now I think you are courting death."

The man walked up to her and looked down at Mo Zhixin, as if looking at a pile of dead objects.

Mo Zhixin trembled all over: "Zhan Beixiao, you are breaking the law..."

Breaking the law?

Zhan Beixiao squatted down, and the sharp boning knife touched Mo Zhixin's face, sliding inch by inch.

The cold knife surface was attached to the skin, Mo Zhi's eyes were about to burst, and his whole body was stiff.

She didn't dare to move, and even her breathing became a little lighter.

"Originally, I wanted to hand you over to the police, but now, I regret it." Zhan Beixiao gently moved the boning knife.

"You stopped my man, forced her to fall off the cliff, and killed her." His voice was indifferent, as if he had climbed out of hell, and the fear almost drove Mo Zhixin crazy.

"you--"

"Don't deny it."

"The 3.16 car accident seven years ago, the city west car accident, and even my mother's suicide are all related to you..." Zhan Beixiao exerted a little force.

"what!"

The boning knife pierced the skin, and Mo Zhi screamed out in pain, but he didn't dare to move.

The boning knife was on her neck, and he only needed to move his fingers a little to completely destroy her.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, you let me go, let me go—"

Mo Zhixin burst into tears, trembling all over, wishing to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Don't worry, I won't take your life." Zhan Beixiao frowned: "I still have the most basic common sense to kill and violate the law, but if you take her life, I will make your life worse than death. I'm going to make you pay for what you did!"

Mo Zhi's spine felt cold and he dared not say anything.

Zhan Beixiao raised his hand, and the TV behind him started playing.

It was the 3.16 car accident seven years ago.

The interview videos of the survivors are played over and over again.

Mo Zhixin curled up in the corner, not knowing what Zhan Beixiao wanted to do.

"Paralyzed lower body, broken hands and legs—" Zhan Beixiao licked his lips, showing a bloodthirsty smile: "I will let you experience the injuries these people have suffered."

Mo Zhi's eyes were about to split, and he stared at Zhan Beixiao with fear in his eyes: "Zhan Beixiao, are you crazy—"

With so many people, she has to go through all of them. Can she survive?
"Where do I start?"

Zhan Beixiao's eyes fell on Mo Zhixin, and Mo Zhixin only felt that his eyes were like steel knives scraping bones. Every inch he passed by, she felt scared and pained.

"Among the 40 people, four of them had broken legs. Otherwise, I'll break your leg with my own hands, then heal you, and then break it again, back and forth four times. If your leg can still walk, the debt will be paid. Even if it's over."

"Next is the arm. I calculated it. It only needs to be interrupted seven times..."

"No, no, I don't want—" Mo Zhi burst into tears, "Zhan Beixiao, kill me if you have the ability, don't torture me!"

"Yes, the car accident back then was arranged by me, and Bai Yangyang died by my hands. You can either kill me now, or I will die myself. You don't want to torture me!"

Mo Zhixin was scared.

She had long known that Zhan Beixiao was a lunatic.

But he didn't expect that he would torture himself so much!
If you want to go through the pain experienced by those thirty or so people, it is better to let her die immediately!
Zhan Beixiao looked at Mo Zhixin sarcastically, the raging hatred almost pierced through his chest, drowning him, he wished he could finish Mo Zhixin with one knife, and trample her into hell.

But he can't.

Killing would only get his hands dirty.

Murderers are not eligible to go to heaven.

His little boy, went to heaven, he can't go to hell.

He played with the boning knife and rubbed it lightly, blood oozing from his fingertips, but he didn't feel any pain, the blood dripped on the ground.

Mo Zhixin trembled all over, staring at Zhan Beixiao firmly, not daring to move.

He stood up, and in the next second, kicked Mo Zhixin in the stomach, and she curled up on the ground, crying.

Her internal organs were almost shifted, and she shivered from the pain.

Zhan Beixiao looked at her condescendingly, without any fluctuation in his eyes: "Enjoy the rest of the time, I will make you regret everything you have done."

He turned away.

The bodyguard who had been waiting for a long time walked in, and a few seconds later, there were screams one after another.

When Zhan Beixiao returned to the car, Qi Bei saw the blood on his hands, and his face turned pale: "Master Zhan, Young Master Jiang is in the car, bandage your hands."

The man gets in the car.

Jiang Xun was already used to his almost masochistic behavior, so he took his hand and bandaged him.

With Zhan Beixiao's eyes closed, he could still feel the familiar aura in front of his eyes.

Since the car accident, he can hardly be alone.

As long as he closes his eyes, he will think of that car accident, the heavy rain that day, and the overwhelming desperation that overwhelmed him, depriving him of even the strength to struggle.

The black car started, and the smell of blood in the warehouse filled the air.

Zhan Beixiao was sent back to Yueya Xiaozhu, Zhan Si and Zhan Beiye guarded him closely, not daring to be careless.

The man walked into the bathroom, and there was the sound of dripping water.

His hand had just been bandaged, but it was soaked in water again, and the wound was soaked white, exposing the white bones.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, lying in the bathtub, closing his eyes and resting.

……

pain.

Biting pain.

Bai Yangyang only felt a sharp pain pulling her out of the nightmare, and she wanted to open her eyes.

The eyes seemed to be filled with lead, extremely heavy.

Nightmares follow like a shadow.

Countless images flashed through her mind, but in the end there was only one thought, that she couldn't die.

"Young Master Lu, Miss Bai's condition has improved a lot. The doctor said that her life will not be in danger, but..."

The bodyguard seemed a little hesitant, and said in a deep voice: "In the car accident before, the rib pierced the liver. Although even if it is repaired, it may leave sequelae."

"It's good to be alive."

Lu Jiyuan's voice fell, and he looked down at Bai Yangyang, she must have woken up.

The eyeballs under the eyelids kept moving, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.

He lowered his head and pinched Bai Yangyang's face: "Wake up!"

He used some strength, and Bai Yangyang frowned in pain. He didn't know where to find a burst of strength, and suddenly opened his eyes——

What caught my eye was the ceiling, and there was a strong smell of disinfectant in front of my nose.

Lu Jiyuan's face came into sight.

Seeing that she was awake, Lu Jiyuan let go, "Awake, do you still recognize me?"

Bai Yangyang's whole body was in pain, especially his brain, throbbing with pain.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

"Stop talking. You've been in a coma for more than a week, and your throat is dry. I'll find someone to feed you some water later, so you can moisten your throat before you talk."

Lu Jiyuan interrupted Bai Yangyang's movements and signaled the bodyguards to fetch water.

Bai Yangyang rolled his eyes, as if he was wondering why he didn't die.

Lu Jiyuan crossed his arms and said, "I'll tell you some news. I heard that Zhan Beixiao just made a will. Do you think he's still alive?"