Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 82 A woman who dares to touch him, death is an extravagant hope
Song Zehan walked swiftly to Ruan Shiyan's side, and immediately pulled out the needle on her arm.

He pressed the bleeding point on Ruan Shiyan's arm with one hand, and held the syringe in the other, looking down at the man lying on the ground crying.

The expensive handmade custom leather shoes directly stepped on one of the man's hands.

"What's in here?"

The tone of Song Zehan's mouth was extremely cold, and the eyes that fell on the man were like ice skates, wishing to kill the man on the spot immediately.

But when the man raised his head in pain, instead of being afraid, he smiled.

"Of course it's a good thing, do you want to know?" The man laughed more and more frantically, "I really want to know? Then beg me... ahhh!"

Song Zehan's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, their eyes were extremely dangerous.

He directly increased the strength on his feet.

"Click-"

The sound of broken hand bones mixed with screams echoed in the warehouse.

"Last chance, what's in it?"

Most of the liquid in the syringe has been injected into Ruan Shiyan's body, and there is only less than a quarter of the liquid left.

After the screams fell, the man immediately raised a smug smile.

"Want to know? Then sign a contract with me. Sign it, and I'll tell you."

A trace of cruelty quickly flashed across Song Zehan's eyes.

He nodded subtly, retracted the step on the man's foot, and immediately took out the pistol that had been put away for a few minutes, pointed it at the man's right palm, and "bang" - another shot.

That was the man who slapped Ruan Shiyan's hand in the video.

The gunshots fell, and Fu Disheng, Xiao Xing and Xiao Xing who were sitting in the back car finally arrived.

Fu Disheng: "Master Han!"

Xiao Xing: "Master Yan!"

The two people called out at the same time.

Song Zehan's cold eyes flicked over the man's pale face, and fell on Ruan Shiyan's pale little face fainted from pain, and his brows frowned even tighter.

"Knife."

Fu Disheng handed it over immediately.

Song Zehan put away the gun, handed the syringe to Fu Disheng, then took the knife, cut off all the hemp ropes binding Ruan Shiyan's hands and feet, then bent down, and hugged her horizontally.

Seeing her white wrists were red from being strangled by the thick hemp rope, and the red pinholes on her forearms, his heart shrank violently, and he could hardly breathe due to the pain.

"Fu Disheng."

"Master Han, I'm here!"

"Find a few more people to test the ingredients in it, and the first one to come to the right conclusion will be rewarded."

"Yes!"

After Fu Disheng's answer fell, his eyes followed his master Han's and fell on the face of the man paralyzed by the pain.

"This thing, take good care of it, especially the right hand. Before I want him to die, save his life to me!"

For a woman who dares to touch him, death is an extravagant hope.

"understand!"

"Contact Dr. Gu again, and immediately go to Song Garden to collect blood."

"Yes!"

After giving the order, Song Zehan carried the sleeping Ruan Shiyan towards the warehouse gate.

"Xiao Xing, drive."

Although Xiao Xing was very dissatisfied with Song Zehan's tone of ordering everyone, but now he also knew that it was not the time to care about these things, so he hurriedly followed.

As soon as the car drove into Song Garden, before arriving at the villa, I saw Doctor Gu Gu Zuo waiting at the gate of the villa from a distance.

According to Song Zehan's intention, Xiao Xing directly drove the car over.

As soon as the door opened, Gu Zuo greeted him with a frown.

"Master Han, why..." Halfway through speaking, Gu Zuo was startled by the scene in front of him, "Ruan...Ruan Shiyan? She...she already..."

Song Zehan obviously didn't want to explain, but just ordered coldly.

"Blood drawn."

(End of this chapter)