Zeng Li felt the strong murderous intent coming from behind, and his hands could break his neck with just a single force.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out!
Zeng Li's face turned red from suppressing it. The man's strength was too great. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't struggle at all, especially since his leg was still in a cast.
Fear flashed in Zeng Li's eyes, and he muttered in his throat, wanting to speak.
The person behind him said again: "I don't need to listen to your nonsense. Get out of here tonight. If I see you again tomorrow, I will make you really break your leg!"
His voice was hoarse and his age could not be heard, but the fear it brought to him was more terrifying than death!
Suddenly, all he heard was that his arm... seemed to click.
Zeng Li twitched in pain, damn, damn...the arm was removed, removed!
Zeng Li's forehead hurt and his body was covered in cold sweat. The biting cold wind blew over, and Zeng Li felt as if he was really about to die.
The terrifying voice of the person behind him was a little far away.
He said: "Let me take off one of your arms first, as a lesson. If you want to taste what it feels like to have a broken leg or a broken arm, I will let you try it at dawn."
"..." Zeng Li moved his trembling lips, but this time it was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.
The person behind him threw him away and pushed him to the ground: "I only give you this one chance! If you don't want to live, I will make it happen for you."
Zeng Li gasped for air, and intermittent moans escaped from his throat.
Damn it, encountering this kind of thing in the middle of the night is simply scarier than seeing a ghost.
Zeng Li endured the severe pain and asked: "You... you... are... who?"
The people behind him ignored him and seemed to leave, and he heard the sound of retreating footsteps.
He turned around with difficulty with his face pressed against the cold concrete floor, and could only see a fleeting black figure that disappeared into the night.
Zeng Li closed his eyes, ******, is it a ghost
Lying on the cold and wet ground, Zeng Li spent more than half an hour before getting up with difficulty.
One of his legs was in a cast, and one of his arms had been removed and had to be seen by an orthopedic surgeon to have it reattached.
Getting up from the ground, Zeng Li's clothes were soaked in pain.
He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn, I'm so fucking unlucky. If I had known about it, I wouldn't have come... What the hell."
Dragging a plaster leg and a removed arm, Zeng Li went downstairs with great difficulty.
He went to see the doctor on duty at the orthopedics department. Amidst a scream like a slaughtered pig, the arm was finally reattached.
Then... he walked out of the hospital without even returning to the ward.
When he arrived outside the hospital, he was stopped by a black Volkswagen and bent down to get into the car.
After going up, he said directly: "No, no... I won't do it anymore. No matter what you say, no matter how much money you give, I won't do it anymore. I almost died tonight."
The man sitting next to him, trapped in the darkness, said, "Speak clearly."
Zeng Li said angrily: "You asked me to get close to Ji Mianmian, and I went there. That woman is not someone who can deal with anything in just a few words. It has only been half a day. At night, I was taken to the rooftop by a mysterious man. He pinched me My neck, he said, don't let me have any more ideas about Ji Mianmian, otherwise he will kill me. He was not joking. If he used a little more force at that time, my neck would be crushed. He also said, wait until daybreak, I If I haven’t left yet, I’ll really have my leg broken.”