Quickly wear the evil girl, hug the heroine's thigh tightly and make a ball of love

The last antidote was injected into the body, and soon, Lu Yue felt obvious changes.

The poisonous lines on the chest became lighter and lighter, and completely disappeared within an hour.

The uncomfortable feeling in my heart and brain is gone, and the poison of Drunken Beauty has been completely cured.

Lu Yue regained all her energy. She half-knelt on the bed and hugged Lu Qingmeng tightly.

"Sister, my poison is finally cured. I will no longer suffer from the poison, and I will not die."

She was so happy that she almost cried. For such a long time, she had prepared to die from poisoning in a month.

Lu Qingmeng hugged her and caressed her gently, letting her hold him and cry as much as she wanted.

"Cry if you want. Cry out all your worries. After crying, start a new life."

"Sister, what should I do about Brother Hezhi? I still feel very sorry for him. Xiaoxi sent me a message saying that there are people from Yate lurking in several shops in the first and third lanes of the black market. Sangmo has arrested them. Woke up."

"Sangmo and Art are at odds with each other. Art has always wanted the black market's territory. It's normal to send people to the black market as undercover agents."

"Right."

She became angry when she remembered that Sang Mo had misunderstood her as Art's subordinate.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I decided to ignore him for the past two days.

At the black market, A Bing, Eric, and Gadjian brought a total of four suspicious shopkeepers from the 1st and 3rd lanes back to the villa.

On the basement floor of the villa was the interrogation room. Four people were tied up and thrown in by Eric and Gagian and kicked to the ground.

Abing turned on all the lights in the basement, and there were various torture instruments placed around him.

"Boss, these two are the shopkeepers of Lane 1, Reese and Kern, and the other two are the shopkeepers of Lane 3, Seamus and Donnie."

Sammo sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and stared at the person lying on the ground with a cold face.

He raised two fingers and waved lightly, and A Bing immediately understood what he meant.

"Eric, Gadjian, untie the four of them."

After untying the four of them, Eric and Gajian stood behind the four of them. Two 1.9-meter strong men could knock out four of their teeth with one punch, so they were not afraid of what they would do.

Sang Mo was playing with a dagger. He gently wiped off the blood on the dagger with a handkerchief, and the cold light of the blade reflected in his sharp eyes.

"Tell me, what's the purpose of Art sending you to lurk here with me?"

The four of them kept silent and just stared at Sang Mo angrily, as if you could kill me if you dare.

"With such backbone, it seems that Art is not mean to you."

After cleaning the dagger, Song Mo threw the handkerchief to the ground, and his cold eyes fell on the four of them.

He raised his hand and threw it, accurately stabbing the dagger into the shoulder of one of them.

Xie Mo's shoulder immediately started bleeding, but he didn't say a word and gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

"Oh, don't say anything. I have plenty of ways to make you talk, A Bing."

"Yes, boss."

A Bing pulled out the dagger from Xie Mo's shoulder and signaled to Eric and Gagian with his eyes.

The two of them went up and kicked the four of them to the ground.

A Bing took the bloody dagger and scratched Xie Mo's neck and shoulder, speaking in a sinister tone.

"What is Art's purpose and what has he done?"

"If you tell me now, you can still avoid torture. If you don't tell me, don't blame me."

He glanced at the other three people again, "It's the same with you guys. It's best to tell the truth."

Xie Mo turned his head away from him and said firmly: "You should give up on this, we won't tell you."

"Okay, that's great!" A Bing applauded repeatedly, "Since you are so stubborn, let's start with you first!"

"Speak or not?"

Xie Mo closed his eyes, looking down on life and death, and pursed his lips in silence.

A Bing sneered and stabbed a deep gash in his arm with a dagger.

Blood flowed out loudly, staining the surrounding area with the smell of blood.

He continued to ask: "Say or not."

Xie Mo still didn't speak, and didn't even frown.

So A Bing made another cut on his arm.

"I'll ask you this once, and if you don't answer, I'll stab you until you answer."

Soon, his two arms became bloody and bloody, and the three people watching next to him avoided their eyes, obviously afraid.

Not long after, Xie Mo fainted from excessive blood loss.

Abing had no choice but to find someone else.

He faced the three of them, "Tell me, who is better next?"

"Then... 1234567, whoever you click on will be the one, okay, it's you!"

Reese on the far side was startled, and his face instantly turned pale.

Abing: "Tell me, what is Art's purpose?"

Reese was so frightened that he wanted to speak out, but then he thought about not betraying his master, so he bit his lip and said nothing.

A Bing smiled, put the dagger aside, and picked up a skin scraper.

"You know what this is, do you think it would feel great if I scratched it on your skin?"

Reese was trembling with fear, but he still gritted his teeth and reminded himself not to say anything.

If you don't say anything, then A Bingke will be interested.

He put the razor on Reese's arm and tested it gently twice. When the sharp blade touched the skin, he saw blood instantly.

Abing used a little force and cut off a piece of his skin.

"what--"

The skin on the arm was scraped off alive, which was much more painful than pricking holes one by one with a dagger.

A Bing didn't ask any further questions and casually scraped off his skin piece by piece.

The exposed flesh and blood makes people feel sick.

"Hey, you are so strong. If you don't even say this, it seems I haven't done enough!"

At this time, A Bing was like a pervert, taking the rusty knife and steel needles one by one.

He shook the steel needle in his hand and showed an eerie smile.

"Do you know who Grandma Rong is? Do you know how miserable Ziwei was when she was pricked by a needle? Today you have the honor to have a taste of this."

Eric trampled the man under his feet, and Abing scratched his back with a long and thick steel needle, landing on his spine.

Press it hard——

"what--"

Reese let out a heartbreaking scream, his face hideous in pain.

He wanted to struggle, but the steel needle pierced his spine, and it hurt to his bones even if he moved even slightly.

A Bing was very dissatisfied, and even felt a little excited after hearing his screams.

He picked up another steel needle, this time, and inserted it into the lumbar spine near the tailbone.

If you tie it wrongly in that position, hemiplegia will turn into paralysis.

Reese was numb from the pain and collapsed on the ground, covered in blood and unable to breathe in enough.

Abing took the third steel needle and asked, "Are you sure you still won't tell me?"

He took the steel needle and scratched it across Reese's back, stopping at the shoulder blade.

Reese couldn't bear the pain of being pricked by two steel needles.

"I said it, I said it all."