In the dark underground cell filled with the pungent smell of Pythium, the sound of a whip piercing the air was heard.
Li sat on the chair and looked at the man in front of him who was in ragged clothes, his hands and feet tied to the iron frame, covered in blood but no compromise at all. Suddenly angrily, he quickly got up from the chair, stepped forward to grab the whip in the hands of the big man, and slapped the man's already bloody body with a vicious whip.
"Say! Does the death of the god of death have something to do with you, and those damn magicians who have repeatedly ruined my plan and business, do you also know?"
Asked this, Li's originally handsome face gradually became savage, and the scar on his face looked extraordinarily permeable under the firelight.
However, the answer to him was a burst of laughter, and the man slowly raised his head. The embarrassed and blood-stained face was shocking.
"Boss Li, I didn't expect you to jump over the wall in a hurry." His words were all in front of the irony at this time, the man who looked ugly as ugly as it was at this time, without any fear at all.
"You—" Li was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Zhang Zichu severely. At this time, someone appeared, walking up with small steps behind him, and then raised his head and said something softly in his ear, Li suddenly smiled, and the hideous expression on his face disappeared.
He stared at Zhang Zichu and smiled wildly.
"Yasha, no, superstar Zhang Zichu. I want to tell you the good news that the story of your attack has spread in your city."
"So what, my disappearance has no effect on them." Zhang Zichu was unmoved by the news.
But this did not reduce the increasingly insidious smile on Li's face. "Are you sure?" After a tentative question, he took out a photo from his pocket, held it to Zhang Zichu's face, and said, "Then you are doing well now. Check to see if there are anyone you know in this photo."
Originally, Zhang Zichu didn't worry that any handle would fall into the hands of this man, but after he casually raised his head and placed his gaze on the photo in front of him, his brown pupils suddenly tightened.
Seeing this, Li smiled crazily, "What's wrong, does the Chinese girl above you who are in your arms feel familiar? Or," He retracted his hand and looked at the picture on the photo. She is very charming and beautiful face, her eyes are deep, "She is not only the person you like, and her identity may be more incredible than the news of your disappearance...?"
This man... Zhang Zichu looked at the person in front of him with a cunning and treacherous smile, and suddenly realized that it was so! No wonder he couldn't find the person who secretly took photos of them together on the rooftop. It turned out that it was all the ghost of the man in front of him.
Seeing Zhang Zichu's face that had not changed in the past few days, there was finally a trace of panic, and the smile on his face was even more strange.
"Yasha, do you think I arrested you for not letting you die just to torture you? No! I, Li Si, never do business at a loss, I want to take a gamble." As he said, he stepped forward and approached the Zhang Man. The scarred face smiled coldly, "I want to bet on your position in the heart of the Chinese girl and see how she will react when she learns about your disappearance. If she comes here to rescue you, it will prove her identity. I, Li Si I swear I will kill all of you damn pests! But don't worry," he said, raising his hand to pinch Zhang Zichu's chin, and sneered: "I like that girl very much. I will love her first and then Let her go to hell with you!" After speaking, he threw down the whip in his hand, turned and left with his men next to him.
"Li Si! Stop for me!"
Zhang Zichu yelled at the back figure, but in exchange for a loud laugh that echoed in the corridor. He struggled with his dilapidated body, even though his hands and feet were worn out and bleeding from iron torture, he seemed to have no consciousness at all, and at this moment was like a desperately angered wolf.
He has counted a thousand calculations, and has come here with a mortal heart. But never thought that he would still follow that man's way. . .
Xiaohan, I beg you, don't come, don't.