Quick Transmigration: The villain's little flirt is wild

Chapter 112 Punish the World 2.0
"Bitch." The man wiped off the blood on his arm, his face sank, it was extremely embarrassing to be hurt by such a weak woman like a chicken.

He tightened the rope, cursed angrily, violently burst out, the veins on his wrist burst out, he gathered enough strength, and punched Chi Mo fiercely.

Chi Mo flipped his wrist, and stuck the pocket knife on his arm. When the man was hitting her, he dodged sideways, clasped his wrist with his left hand, and hit his acupuncture point with his right hand, the man's whole body Shaking in pain, he almost lost his footing.

She grabbed his hand instead, threw it back forcefully, and at the same time raised her foot and kicked him on the knee.

With a crisp click, the man let out a scream.

Before the audience in the stands of the arena had time to see what happened, they saw the man kneeling on the ground with one knee, his right hand was cut behind him by Chi Mo, and the angle was twisted.

In the blink of an eye, the man was suppressed by her. He knelt on the ground, and his whole body was restrained by her. His face turned pale from the pain, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and even his body was trembling slightly.

Chi Mo took off his other arm and kicked him in the vest. The man fell to the ground in an ugly posture, his eyes darkened.

The audience in the arena looked at each other in dismay, watching this amazing reversal in disbelief.

"Now..." Chi Mo walked up to the man, looked down at his embarrassment, squatted down, the knife lifted his chin, the cold blade made the man tremble, her eyes were cold and calm, as if she was looking at a different animal again. Self-reliant like an ant: "It's your turn to beg for mercy."

The man's eyes widened in horror. The pain in his body made his brain mess up. Chi Mo's eyes were too terrifying, and a strong sense of oppression enveloped him.

It made him shrink his neck back unconsciously, swallowing hard, the woman in front of him is not like the vulnerable woman before him at all!

Just judging from the strength and means Chi Mo showed just now, the man was firmly suppressed by her. She seemed to have guessed his next move, and every counterattack was with ease.

Although I really don't want to admit it, but in front of her, the man has no power to fight back.

The man didn't respond for a long time, Chi Mo became impatient, turned his wrist, and stabbed the knife into the man's shoulder armor.

She pushed the knife in, looked at the distorted face of the man in pain, and said in a cold tone, "Begging for mercy."

The audience in the arena couldn't help but stood up and poked their heads to look into the arena. Chi Mo in the center of the arena was petite. The man in front of her had one hand hanging limply and the other twisted in an abnormal posture , has lost the ability to fight.

His painful groans sounded in the arena, one after another, chilling the hearts of the audience in the arena.

"beg for mercy."

Chi Mo turned the knife around, and the man's cries of pain became louder. She stared at the man expressionlessly, with a cold expression, and repeated it impatiently.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." The man was sweating profusely from the pain, and even his teeth were trembling unconsciously. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "I'm sorry, it's me... I have eyes but no pearls... I... overestimate my own strength."

The audience booed for a while. Who would have imagined that a man who was extremely confident 5 minutes ago was subdued by the thin woman he looked down upon in the blink of an eye, and he was even helpless to fight back.

Chi Mo quickly drew out the knife, stood up, turned around and prepared to leave.

The man lowered his head and his face was distorted. He gritted his teeth, feeling extremely ashamed. All the big words he said were retribution on himself. Being defeated by a woman was so embarrassing.

He never thought that he would fall into the hands of a slut. The man was unwilling, so he gritted his teeth, waiting for the pain to come.

The expected pain did not come, he raised his head and stared fiercely at Chi Mo's back, what does she mean by this? !Didn't kill him?Does she look down on him?
If you fail in the arena, even if your opponent doesn't kill you, you will be killed by the defenders of the arena. Anyway, both left and right are dead, so he might as well give it another go...

The man stared at Chi Mo, resisted the pain in his body, stood up, rushed towards her, and roared, "Ahh! Bitch, I'll kill you!"

Chi Mo turned around, and quickly and mercilessly stabbed the knife in his hand into his neck, neatly, as if he had been prepared.

The man's eyes widened, the artery in his neck was punctured, and blood gushed out, splashing Chi Mo's face, he let out a heavy breath, and fell back, his eyes were empty, with a hint of relief.

The audience in the arena was stunned for a while, and then burst into cheers. They shouted Chi Mo's name loudly, full of excitement.

No one expected the outcome of this wrestling fight. They cheered and jumped for joy, and cast their eager eyes on Chi Mo in the arena.

The blood in his hand was sticky and warm, Chi Mo lowered his eyes, put his two fingers together slightly, twitched it lightly, and pursed his lips slightly.

The feeling of blood is still as disgusting as ever.

Her face was stained with a lot of blood, and the smell of blood lingered on the tip of her nose. She blinked slowly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

but…

She doesn't hate this feeling, and even misses it a bit.

The system that had been watching silently swallowed its saliva. It watched the whole process. Seeing Chi Mo's effortless victory, no matter how you looked at it, she felt that this so-called punishing world was not a punishment for her. She didn't look flustered at all. and scared.

Even have some enjoyment?
The system was taken aback by its own thoughts, and silently recited the core values ​​of socialism in its heart.

In the director's room, a man in casual sportswear put his hands in his pockets, looked at the thin woman in the arena with interest, touched his chin lightly, and curled his mouth slightly.

He seems to have found an interesting baby.

"Mr. Zhao, do you need to monitor this woman?" The secretary at the side respectfully handed Chi Mo's information to him.

Zhao Yiru flipped through the documents briefly, then threw the documents into the secretary's arms, pursed his lips slightly, not very happy.

What he wants is not these useless information, what he wants is the real information about Chi Mo.

"Check again." He picked up the cigarette case, took out a cigarette, lit it skillfully, and cast a sidelong glance at the frightened secretary.

The secretary avoided his gaze in fear, lowered his head: "Yes."

"Look at her, don't let other people touch her." Zhao Yiru shook the cigarette ash, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of interest.

He didn't want this interesting toy to be ruined by others. Since it was the toy he liked, he was the only one who could move it.

He exhaled a circle of smoke, watching the smoke curl up, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

He was really curious about who this woman was from.

　There should be more on weekends.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)