There was no luster in Tu Liang's eyes.
Gray defeated, godless.
But he looked at Brother Ping Tuo, and twitched the corner of his mouth again, without explaining, or following through.
This is utter contempt, irony.
Heng Tuo's face darkened, and he couldn't bear this.
"Damn, you are good enough! I like this!"
After he finished speaking, he spat on his hand and signaled the two thugs to bring the whip.
A whip hit Tu Liang, and he scolded the thug again loudly, "Hurry up and give me a boost in the stove! Man, I just want to see how hard your bones are today—"
It was inexplicably hot in the shed.
The two thugs did as they were told.
Brother Ping Tuo's eyes were full of excitement, shining with a bloodthirsty light—
He was waiting, hoping to see Tu Liang admit his mistake.
Rather than letting Tu Liang suffer physically, at this moment, he wanted a spiritual victory.
He hoped to see Tu Liang weeping and begging for mercy.
… That would give him more pleasure than physical abuse.
Tu Liang's head drooped weakly, a puddle of blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth, dripped on the mud floor, and soon penetrated into it, staining it into a mass of black marks.
This picture...
Can not bear to look.
Tu Liang didn't respond for a long time, as if he was dead.
"Py—" Brother Ping Tuo put the iron whip on the fire, and it burned so loudly.
The whip turned red little by little in the fire, emitting black smoke, and then he slowly lifted it out.
The two thugs were afraid of being harmed, so they dodged far away—
There is fear, tension, and excitement on the face.
Cruel picture, creepy.
The muscles of Tu Liang's body tensed again and he remained motionless.
Brother Ping Tuo dragged his whip and approached, "Are you begging for mercy? Grandson! You are begging for mercy!"
Tu Liang said nothing.
There was no rhetoric, no slogan, he just looked at him coldly.
"Damn it!" Brother Ping Duo suddenly became angry, raised his whip and swung it down...
A whip! Snapped!
The red-hot iron pierced into the meat, and blue smoke came out.
The excruciating pain made Tu Liang yell out reflexively.
This scene frightened the two thugs.
"Begging for mercy! You fucking begging for mercy!"
Brother Ping Tuo yelled, seeing Tu Liang's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and looked at him viciously, but he didn't make a sound, and beat and scolded him even more violently.
"One sentence! If you say one damn thing, I will spare you!"
Tu Liang gritted his teeth, the sweat on his forehead was as dense as a waterfall...
But he was groaning and gasping for breath, but he didn't speak.
Stubborn! hard! Hard enough!
Brother Ping Tuo was so excited that his cheeks swelled red, he cursed a foul word, and pretended to hit him again.
"Wait a minute!" Huang He suddenly grabbed his arm.
Someone came out to stop him, and the heavy weight's breath was also released suddenly.
He turned his head and looked at Huang He with a gloomy gaze, "Brother Prince, is this... sympathy for him?"
"Yeah." Huang He didn't deny it, "If you want to understand it that way, it's fine."
Brother Ping Tuo's expression changed slightly, "What do you say?"
Huang He stared at his face, "If you think it's more beneficial for us to kill him... then you can do it. But I think everyone with a brain knows that at this time, keeping him is far better than killing him." Killing him is useful!"
Brother Ping Tuo sneered, "It's just a policeman, how useful is it? If you use him as a hostage, hehe, Xie Wanwan is such a big meat ticket, I'd give up his mother, and still care about a policeman?"
Huang He narrowed his eyes, "I finally know why you can only look at the base from the vulture's mouth!"
Brother Ping Tuo stared, "What do you mean?"
Huang He slowly let go of his hand.
"With all due respect, your brain is too straight, and you won't be able to turn around. You are impulsive and irritable, and you can only shout and kill without using your brain. This kind of person is only suitable for leading the charge, and can never be entrusted with important tasks... No wonder you You can only be a toubob in the vulture's mouth!"
These words are lethal enough!
The resentment in Heng Tuo's heart was drawn out by him.
He put the whip aside, ignored Tu Liang for the time being, and only looked at Huang He.
"What do you mean, what did I do wrong?"
Huang He gave him a look of "of course", "Why do you think a Xie Wanwan can compete with the police?"
"She's a big star..."
"Stars are not the same as police!"
"Then tell me, what is Xie Wanwan's role?"
"You still need to ask?" Huang He looked at him like a fool, "Didn't you sacrifice her as a living bomb?"
Yes indeed!
He thought so, and he did so, how could he be wrong
How could Huang He make him look like a fool
The weight felt vaguely that something was wrong.
But Huang He's eyes were too sincere, and he couldn't find any words to refute for a while.
Huang He sighed, and lightly brushed the clothes on his shoulders, "If there is a mirror here, I really want you to take a good look at yourself."
Brother Ping Tuo: "..." I don't understand.
This rough guy has ignorance written all over his face.
Huang He looked at him seriously, "The times are different, brother! People in our industry must also be cultured and cultivated. I don't understand. You can choose to be a gentle gangster, why? Why do you want to be a dirty little hooligan?"
"Damn it?" Brother Ping Duo was still looking at him.
"That's right. This is the trick of the thugs." Huang He glanced at the bruised Tu Liang, "To be honest, you are far behind the Sixth Brother in this regard... Sixth Brother has never been rough in dealing with people. That method , how artistic, how cultured?"
Cultured murder
Isn't that murder
Brother Ping Tuo was completely fooled by what he said.
"Brother Prince, you mean that elder brother thinks I'm uneducated and unlevel, so why don't you take me to play?"
"That's what it means." Huang He glanced at him sarcastically, then looked at the two wretched thugs beside him, and gently tossed and fiddled with his hair, "People go to high places! Keep up with the times, do you understand?" Ah you! Oh!"
"..." Keeping pace with the times is here
Huang He: "If you were your boss's confidant, would he leave you in Vulture's Mouth, guarding the base in this place where nothing shit happens, facing the threat of death at any time? Heh! The caring subordinate he likes has long been with him. Eat well, drink spicy food, and travel around the world! You are a coolie!"
Makes sense!
The pain in Ping Duo's heart was all rightly said by him.
Thinking of those aggrieved "workplace rules", his eyes darkened.
"Damn! That's really good!" Sighing Duo, he slapped Huang He on the shoulder, rubbed it, and began to complain again, "Those villains, except for flattering, don't do anything Do it, but it is more important than me! Speech! Why didn't anyone tell this before?"
Huang He sneered, "Not everyone is as sincere as me!"
sincere! ? Brother Ping Tuo nodded his head heavily, "I can tell, Brother Prince is a real person! Straight!"
Huang He was expressionless.
The weight looked at him, thought for a while, and felt something was wrong.
"You know my boss?"
"do not know."
"Have you seen it?"
"Never seen it."
"Then how do you know these things?"
"Guess."
Brother Ping Duo was suddenly a little angry, as if he was being played by someone, "There is an egg!"
Huang He glanced at him, pointed to his head, "The brain is a good thing, use your brain more, brother!"
"..." Brother Ping Tuo narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Aren't all policemen so fucking wicked?"
"This is called logical reasoning!" Huang He smiled, "Next time I go to see your boss, you take me with you! I will keep you... for reuse."
When Brother Ping Tuo heard this, he became interested, "Really?"
Huang He snorted, "Really! Do you think the police force is so easy to mess with? I can even get into the captain of the criminal investigation, and I can't handle a black boss?"
Brother Scale nodded.
Suddenly, his face changed, and he said again, "Isn't it right? Your criminal investigation team leader seems to have been fucked within a few days!"
Huang He: "..."
"Believe it or not." He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Anyway, I'm here to do business with you, and I'm not interested in your affairs. I'm afraid, you just got into the boss's hands this time, next time... If you accidentally offend him, you don’t even know how you lost your life.”
Brother Ping Tuo didn't speak for a long time.
He didn't believe Huang He at first.
It can be said that since he came to Nanmu, Ping Duo has always been suspicious and guarded against him.
But these conversations just now gave him a subtle sense of trust.
He thought, if Huang Hezhen and Bai Muchuan were in the same group, there would be no need to do this at all...
First, he doesn't have to take the initiative to expose Bai Muchuan.
Second, he had many chances before to turn the gun around.
Why wait until... Tu Liang is about to be beaten to death
"Go! Brother! Let's drink!"
…
In the wooden main room, there are no windows.
With a wooden sofa and a few chairs, it becomes a living room.
Huang He had just been insulted by Huang He for being uneducated, and when he brought him here again, he felt a little uncomfortable looking at this crude decoration.
"Just now, brother Prince, just sit down for a while - wait for the policemen to withdraw and go back to the villa, then I'll treat you to a drink..."
Huang He didn't mind, shrugged his shoulders, and sat down.
Brother Ping Tuo held a cigarette stick in his mouth, looked at him, and winked at his subordinates.
Soon, the guy brought something and put it on the table, smiling submissively.
"Brother Prince..." the weigher nuzzled, "Try it?"