Karma

Shu He thought a lot on the way, and when he got there, if he really wanted to be alone with Wan Ge in the end, he would directly pick up the knife and commit suicide. ——The worst outcome is nothing more than this, there is nothing to be afraid of... Anyway, life is meaningless to him.

Completely different from Shu He's imagination, the meeting place between underground gang bosses is not a dark and hidden basement, but a luxurious office building in the city center.

The only strange thing is that they didn't take the passenger elevator up, but turned to the freight elevator at the corner. It turned out that the top floor they were going to could only be reached from here.

As soon as the elevator door opened, two strong men in black came to stop them. The long-haired man who brought Shu He just walked over and whispered something in their ears, and one of the men in black quickly ran to the end. room.

The other man in black received the message after a while: take Shuhe in.

Shu He was taken aback when he was brought in. The room was very spacious, with a long conference table in the middle, and there were...a lot of people sitting around.

The man in black wanted to escort Shuhe to Brother Wan, but a person stood up at the table first.

It's Kang Ming.

Brother Wan stared at Shu He almost wanting to goug out his flesh, Shu He avoided looking at him but noticed that Kang Ming was also looking at him with the same sharp eyes, but what Kang Ming meant was: why are you here.

There was a slight commotion at the scene, and an old man sitting at the end of the long table said: "There is a wrong and a debt, since the person has been delivered, this matter is over."

It probably meant not to embarrass Kang Ming... Shu He drooped his shoulders weakly.

Most people have an attitude that has nothing to do with themselves, and they didn't express their views.Only Wan Ge nodded and walked towards Shuhe silently holding a knife.

Kang Ming didn't respond, but just sat there with his hands in his pockets and lowered his head in thought.

Shu He tried his best to look calm, even though Wan Ge asked him, "Which hand is holding the fire extinguisher bottle?", he remained expressionless and did not say a word.

Wan Ge snorted coldly: "Then chop off your right hand first to show your attitude."

Kang Ming slowly stood up when he heard these words.

The sound of the chair being dragged was not loud or low, but Wan Ge just raised his head and glanced, not paying attention at all.

But when Wan Ge pressed Shu He's arm on the table, Kang Ming had already approached, his hands still in his pockets.

Shu He trembled slightly, Wan Ge held his arm with all his heart and raised the knife.

Closing his eyes nervously, Shu He felt blood splashing on his face in the next second.It is a familiar sweet and sticky feeling.

But the arm doesn't hurt...

Shu He opened his eyes weakly—Wan Ge's plump face was displayed in front of him in a distorted posture, and his wide-open eyes became even more terrifying because of the bloodshot.

Shu He slumped on the ground all of a sudden, before the others realized what was going on.

It was Kang Ming who took out a small knife from his pockets on both sides, stood just behind Wan Ge, and inserted the knife into Wan Ge's neck with both hands... The movement was fast, the force was ruthless, and he looked calm and calm without hesitation. It's like killing a chicken.

Blood flowed all over the floor, and Wan Ge's body was still twitching reflexively on the ground, no one at the scene dared to say anything.

It was the old man who hesitated for a moment before slowly opening his mouth and said, "Kang Ming, what do you mean by this..."

But he stopped talking halfway through.

Because Kang Ming squatted down and pulled out the knife again.

Blood spurted a few more times, and Brother Wan started to twitch again, as if he was not dead.Kang Ming sighed helplessly, pressed Brother Wan's head again and inserted the knife back into his neck.

One knife, two knives...

Kang Ming didn't stop until Wan Ge's flesh turned out and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Slowly stood up and coughed twice, still took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on the knife.

Kang Ming walked back to the table while wiping: "Now this solution... is there anyone dissatisfied?"

The place was dead silent.

Kang Ming nodded, put the knife back in his pocket, and pulled Shu He up from the ground before leaving the room.