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'Snapped'.
A crisp sound rang out in the empty warehouse.
Zhang Feng took three steps back with a thud!
The left cheek instantly turned purple-black and became even more swollen.
"Pooh."
After spitting out the bloody foam in his mouth, Zhang Feng felt a tearing pain at the corner of his mouth, squeezed out a smile, and said with great ridicule: "Mao Xiaorui, I really look down on you. With such little ability? It's really laughable. !”
Facing Zhang Feng's ridicule, Mao Xiaorui's expression became more ferocious.
"Zhang Laoer, you are seeking death!" He rushed over and kicked Zhang Feng in the leg socket.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but kneel on one knee in pain. With the next kick, Mao Xiaorui kicked Zhang Feng directly on the chest.
Accompanied by severe pain, Zhang Feng's body collapsed to the ground.
Mao Xiaorui's fists and kicks fell on Zhang Feng like raindrops.
Zhang Feng could only shrink his body as much as possible to protect his vitals.
The sound of "pah pah pah..." kept ringing in the warehouse.
Hu Xinting was still biting her lip while she was hanging. She didn't even say a word when Zhang Feng walked in.
She knew that the more weak she showed, the more worried Zhang Feng would be and the more constrained she would be, so she could only resist the urge to speak and bite her lip tightly.
The lips had been bitten, and traces of blood overflowed and stained the lips, which was even more dazzling compared with the pale face.
Seeing Zhang Feng being kicked and beaten like this by Mao Xiaorui, she could no longer hold back, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The concentrated nitric acid dripping directly below makes a "squeaking" sound and a light white smoke rises, which shows how corrosive it is!
"Zhang Feng, kill him! Leave me alone!"
"Kill him! Even if I die, I won't regret it."
"Hahahaha, it feels good. This is how good it feels! Hahaha. Come on, Mao Xiaorui, are you dying? Why are you getting weaker and weaker? Don't let me look down on you! Come on!"
Zhang Feng turned a deaf ear to Hu Xinting's words. It was easy to kill Mao Xiaorui, but he couldn't just watch Hu Xinting die!
Although he chose the latter between Hu Xinting and Zhuo Zhaoyun, it did not mean that he had forgotten the fact that he had left a mark in his heart.
Next beautiful girl!
Mao Xiaorui's breathing became heavier and heavier, and it was uncomfortable to be beaten. Beating someone was also a laborious task!
He stood there, his chest rising and falling violently, breathing heavily!
Zhang Feng struggled to get up from the ground. His entire face was swollen to the point where he could no longer recognize his human shape. It was covered with torn wounds and his whole head was dyed red with blood.
He stood staggering on the spot, half of his body slumped, and the shoulder that was hit by Mu Fangzi couldn't use any strength at the moment.
Blurred with blood and flesh, this is the perfect word to describe Zhang Feng’s head at this moment!
He moved the corners of his mouth and raised his chin slightly, leaving only a gap in his eyes that had been hit and had their throat sealed.
"Mao Xiaorui, do you know the biggest difference between the two of us? It's that my bones are harder than yours, and you will be so scared that you wet your pants, but I, Zhang Feng, even though I have a low life, I never know how to write the word "submission!" You don’t have strong enough bones, even if I don’t kick the bastard in your crotch, you, Mao Xiaorui, are not considered a man, hahahaha.”
As Zhang Feng laughed, blood came out from the corner of his mouth. The original color of the gums and teeth could no longer be seen, and some were just blood red!
Mao Xiaorui was furious, the expression on his face became more twisted and ferocious, and he shouted hysterically: "Zhang Laoer, I will never kill you, I will let you taste all the pain I have received!"
He slowly took out the dagger, held it in his hand, and walked towards Zhang Feng.
As he walked over, Zhang Feng did not hold back the smile on his face. Although it hurt, what could he do? Die or surrender? impossible!
Holding Zhang Feng's neck collar with one hand, and holding the dagger with the other hand, the sharp blade slowly moved towards Zhang Feng's crotch.
"Don't struggle, or I will bite my fangs and Hu Xinting and I will die together!"
Mao Xiaorui said viciously: "I will let you taste the pain I have experienced. Then I will see if you can still speak so impassionedly!"
"Come on!" Zhang Feng yelled, holding his neck.
"Ah!" Mao Xiaorui roared, and the sharp blade of the dagger slashed towards Zhang Feng's crotch.
At this moment, there was a sudden explosion from the ceiling of the warehouse. A gap was opened in the ceiling, and a figure hung down and rushed towards Hu Xinting who was hung up.
Zhang Feng
His eyes also burst out with terrifying murderous intent at this moment.
"Go to hell!" It was his turn to hit Mao Xiaorui's cheek hard with his elbow.
Mao Xiaorui screamed in pain and couldn't help but take three steps back. The dagger in his hand was lowered by half an inch.
There was a chilly feeling in his crotch, but Zhang Feng felt no pain and could not help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He caught up with Mao Xiaorui's retreating body and said coldly: "Mao Xiaorui. Weren't you awesome just now? Come on! Bite your fangs now! Come on! Commit suicide. I promise not to stop you!"
"Ah!" Mao Xiaorui roared, clutching the dagger in his hand, and stabbed Zhang Feng crazily.
Zhang Feng turned sideways and dodged directly, making a hook with his feet.
Mao Xiaorui staggered and fell to the ground like a dog grabbing shit.
"Come on, Mao Xiaorui, I'll give you a chance to be a man! Come on, come on! You look like a coward!" Zhang Feng shouted.
The person who jumped down from the ceiling was a gigolo. His falling body hugged Hu Xinting, and a rope for rappelling was also hung on his back.
Mao Xiaorui got up from the ground and turned to look at Hu Xinting with an ugly expression.
The corner of his mouth twitched twice, and he suddenly laughed maniacally, "Die, it's just death, it's better to die in my own hands!"
As he spoke, he bit his fangs and the deadly venom entered his mouth.
He pinched his neck with painful hands, his eyes were full of pain, he knelt on the ground, and his body slowly fell to the side.
A moment later, an explosion sounded above Hu Xinting's head.
The rope hanging his hands was immediately broken, and her body was held tightly in the gigolo's arms.
The hanging rope fell into the nitric acid pool, and a burst of white smoke suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, no corroded residue was left.
He smiled sadly and looked up at the gigolo, "Made, if you come a little later, I won't even be able to save my life."
After saying that, Zhang Feng rolled his eyes and slowly fell backward.
"Zhang Feng!" Hu Xinting shouted anxiously.
"He's fine. I'll pull you up first!" the gigolo said calmly.
Slowly pulling Hu Xinting to the top of the ceiling again, the two rushed in through the warehouse door.