I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

Two minutes later, Pang De pushed open the bedroom door, his face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks.

Xiaohu hurried forward and asked: "Mr. Pang, are you okay? What happened?"

Pang De seemed not to hear Xu Kun's words, his eyes were dull, and he walked straight to the sofa and sat down, his body still shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Everyone realized that the call Pang De just received seemed to be not simple.

Zhong Haiyang said in a serious tone: "Mr. Pang, if you encounter any trouble, you can tell us, we are here to protect you."

Pang De slowly raised his head, his lips moved a few times, but he was hesitant to speak.

He was struggling fiercely in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the box of milk not far away.

...

On the other side, Shen Feng, who had hung up the phone, removed the battery of his mobile phone with one hand.

He took out the disposable SIM card, broke it with a "snap", and threw it out of the car window.

The water poured into the car from the car window, messing up Shen Feng's hair.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he murmured to himself: "The game is over, Pound, enjoy the taste of fear."

The cold wind blew in, cutting his face like a knife, but he was unaware.

The scenery outside the car window passed by quickly, but his thoughts drifted back to the past.

Suddenly, a slight voice came from the back seat, "Brother..."

The voice was so far away.

It seemed to come from another time and space, but it was so clear.

Shen Feng's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and his joints turned white.

But, a very gentle smile slowly bloomed on his face.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he saw his sister Shen Xiaoyu sitting in the back seat, still so innocent.

"Xiaoyu, do you know? Brother met a girl with the same name as you yesterday."

Shen Feng's voice was so gentle as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

"Her name is also Xiaoyu. Her experience is very similar to ours. Her brother is also trying hard to protect her. When I see her, I feel like I see you..."

"Brother, are you okay?" Shen Xiaoyu asked with concern: "Are you tired?"

"Not tired," Shen Feng said calmly: "I will definitely seek justice for everything in the past."

There was a blazing flame in his eyes, and that flame seemed to be able to swallow all the darkness.

"Brother," Shen Xiaoyu whispered: "Be careful."

"I understand." Shen Feng took a deep breath and turned his eyes back to the road ahead.

In the back row, Shen Xiaoyu's illusory figure gradually became transparent and then disappeared.

Xiaoyu

Shen Feng knew that he could not immerse himself in memories. He still had too many things to do.

And Pound was just another sacrifice on his road to revenge.

At this moment, he had already begun to conceive the next plan in his mind.

How to make those who had hurt him and his family pay a more painful price.

A fragmented picture emerged in Shen Feng's mind.

In the burning fire, he saw his father Shen Jiang, who was knocked unconscious by a man with a vase...

The car sped along the cold road.

And this road was a one-way road leading to the end of revenge.

At the same time, Ekin also took off all his disguises and left Room 903.

He deliberately stayed at the door for a moment, and then resolutely walked out of the hotel.

...

Pound sat on the sofa, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind, his eyes full of fear.

He seemed to have seen the most terrible thing in the world.

Zhong Haiyang stepped forward again and asked in a serious tone: "Mr. Pang, what happened? You must tell us so that we can help you."

Pound seemed not to hear, but said with trembling lips: "You step aside and let me be alone."

Be alone?

At this moment, how could everyone agree, and they all stood firmly in place.

"Mr. Pang, for your safety, we..."

Suddenly, Pang De rushed towards the box of milk like crazy.

Everyone was shocked and rushed forward to stop him.

"Pang De, calm down!" Zhong Haiyang shouted loudly.

However, Pang De had completely lost his mind at this time. His eyes were red, and he pushed everyone away like a mad beast.

"Get out of here! Don't worry about me!" He roared, holding the milk box tightly with both hands.

Then he opened a bottle of milk and was about to pour it into his mouth.

Zhong Haiyang shouted hurriedly: "Quick, hold him down!"

Everyone rushed up and tried to subdue Pang De.

But Pang De was surprisingly strong at this moment, and he broke free from Cai Xiaoming and Xiaohu in an instant.

He stared with bloodshot eyes and cursed: "Get out of here! Don't fucking hurt me!"

He held the milkmilk box, rushed to the door in chaos.

He closed the door with a "bang", quickly took out the key, and locked the door from the outside.

In the corridor, Pound leaned against the wall, frantically unscrewed the milk bottle, and drank milk in big gulps.

He looked like a thirsty person who found a source of water in the desert.

Zhong Haiyang was anxious, and he knew that he had to stop Pound as soon as possible.

He made a prompt decision, took out his pistol, signaled everyone to step back, and then quickly hid in the corner and fired two shots at the door lock.

"Bang! Bang!"

With the sound of the gun, the lock was broken, and Zhong Haiyang quickly rushed out the door.

I saw Pound holding three or four milk bottles and pouring milk into his mouth,

White liquid kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth and flowing on his clothes.

Zhong Haiyang rushed up in one step, trying to grab the milk bottle.

But Pound pushed Zhong Haiyang away with all his strength, staggered back a few steps, and leaned against the wall.

Suddenly, he began to laugh, a very strange smile.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

The laughter echoed in the dim corridor, chilling.

Suddenly, Pound's body began to tremble violently, and his breathing was as rapid as a bellows.

He made a "crackling" sound in his throat, as if his throat was strangled by an invisible hand.

The milk bottle in his hand fell and broke into pieces on the ground.

Zhong Haiyang immediately supported Pound and shouted, "Call an ambulance!"

Pound grabbed his neck tightly with both hands, trying desperately to breathe, but could only make a weak gasp.

His eyes bulged, full of fear and despair, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, he seemed to see countless girls' faces appearing in front of him.

Those faces were either laughing or crying, constantly twisting and changing.

Yi Xiaoyu's desperate crying face was particularly clear, her tears flowed like blood, and her sobbing pierced Pound's soul like sharp arrows.

The tinnitus was like a sharp needle piercing his eardrum, and everything around him was spinning and twisting, as if he was trapped in an endless dark vortex.

Pound's body kept twitching, and soon there was no movement.

He stared with his eyes wide open, as if he could not believe his own ending until his death.

"Quick!" Lu Meihua suddenly realized something: "The milkman! Find him!"

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