The Strongest Soldier in the City

This strong strength made Wang Jinbiao's body shake and his head dizzy, but his expression did not change much, and he could escape the wine bottle just now, but he did not hide, he could not hide And dare not hide!

Allowing the blood to run down the corners of his brows, Wang Jinbiao's body stopped like a pile, still expressionless.

"Grass and mud horses, you have a species, dare to come alone, do you know that dog master is going to play you today?" The mourning dog rushed up and kicked directly on Wang Jinbiao's stomach.

Wang Jinbiao was kicked to the ground, flushing his face to cover his abdomen, without a word, tolerating this pain, trembling and climbing up.

But before waiting for him to stand firm, the dog pulled out a stool, and it hit him **** Wang Jinbiao's head.

Wang Jinbiao groaned, still did not hide, nor resisted, just next to each other rigidly, there was more blood lying on his head.

"Oh, do you think he can bear it? Isn't it painful? Do he yell out when it hurts?" The mourning dog roared sternly, stepping on Wang Jinbiao's face.

"Shout to Lao Tzu, I want to hear your painful voice!" The mourning dog crushed Wang Jinbiao's face back and forth with his sole, rubbing his side face back and forth in the glass slag, and the blood immediately dripped.

The severe tingling caused Wang Jinbiao's expression to gradually languish, his facial muscles were twitching, and his forehead was swollen with blue muscles, but he just couldn't bear the pain.

"Huh, great, are you he acting with me? It doesn't seem to hurt at all!" The madness of the bereavement dog is notorious, his cruelty is notorious, and the neurotic character doesn't know how much to make People are terrified.

"If you don't shout pain for Lao Tzu today, Lao Tzu will take care of your whole family!" The dog said with a grin and extended his hand. The opponent shouted, "Bring the things to Lao Tzu."

Soon, one of the men took a jar. The jar was transparent and filled with water-like liquid. The mourning dog opened the lid, took a sip of enjoyment, and immediately issued a terrible grin, condescending. Wang Jinbiao said: "Haha, I tell you, this stuff is exciting."

Talking, he poured the liquid in the jar onto Wang Jinbiao's body. At that time, Wang Jinbiao was like being shocked by electric shock, and he could not help twitching all over his body. He only felt like thousands of ants on the wound. Eat the same hot pain.

This kind of pain is biting. He opened his mouth, his throat kept making a hoarse "erh" sound, his entire face was deformed, his face was twisted, and his body was trembling.

"Haha, isn't it cool? Is he the hot pepper oil that is known as the most exciting in Hangzhou, poured on the wound, does it feel cooler than playing with a woman?" The expression of the mourning dog is so nervous Creepy.

Before the laughter stopped, the dog was suddenly stomped on Wang Jinbiao's face, and it seemed that he was about to crush his washbasin: "Grass and mud horse, you are so powerful, you think you can Can you keep Wang Jinlong? Are you the oldest of you? Dare to do right with my mourning dog? I am grass, grass, grass!"

While shouting, the mourning dog stomped on Wang Jinbiao’s face, Wang Jinbiao was already covered with blood, he seemed to faint, and his body was twitching, leaving only a pair of eyelids that could be slightly opened .

Even in less than two minutes, Wang Jinbiao, a guy who could barely be considered a ruthless man, was packed up into this virtue, and he didn't even dare to pay it back.

"Aren’t you awesome? Haven’t you sold your younger sister back to Qiao’s family all these years? Oh, yes, I heard that you still have a brother number two hundred? What about people? Pull it out to Lao Tzu take a look."

The mourning dog picked up Wang Jinbiao's head, and while talking, slammed his head against the ground. The blood was stained with a large piece of red, which was confused with chili oil, which made people feel cold and terrible.

But Wang Jinbiao took it seriously. Even after suffering this kind of inhuman pain and torture, he did not cry out in pain. At first, he endured it. Maybe he couldn't shout out afterwards, but he did not beg for mercy!

"Grass and mud horses, dogs who don't know life or death!" Seeing that Wang Jinbiao was dying, the dog stopped moving, stood up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hands: "You wait a while, we will wait. Play, I’m going to play the main course now, hehe."

The mourning dog saw Wang Jinlong, who was trapped by twine and his lips blocked by cloth strips, and his face was pale. The smile on his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

Loosen the cloth in Wang Jinlong's mouth, Wang Jinlong immediately cried out: "Brother, I'm wrong, spare me, I will never dare, please, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

He was already scared to death by Wang Jinbiao's misfortune. Facing the sad dog, he only felt that his courage was about to jump out.

"Hey, I haven't done anything yet, why are you so afraid?" The bereavement dog and animal laughed harmlessly, and immediately punched Wang Jinlong's face with no warning, and Wang Jinlong was directly blushed. Spurting blood.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Wang Jinlong twisted his body like crazy, and fled.

The mourning dog touched his short head and said: "It's not fun if you always want to escape." He reached out to his hands: "Bring the toolbox to Lao Tzu."

After taking the toolbox sent by his men, the mourning dog grinned and dragged Wang Jinlong's leg to pull him back. He took out a steel nail and an iron hammer from the toolbox, and ordered Wang Jinlong's palms Press underground.

"Hey, don't move, there might be a little pain, but don't be afraid, this is just the beginning." The mourning dog put the steel nail on the back of Wang Jinlong's hand.

Before waiting for Wang Jinlong to howl, he took a hammer on the steel nail. At that time, the steel nail pierced Wang Jinlong's palm and nailed it to the floor, and the hammer fell down like a nail pile. All of Wang Jinlong's palms were nailed to the ground.

In this scene, not to mention Wang Jinlong's unwillingness to live, even the members of the Black Jiao Gang saw scalp tingling, too cruel, too bloody!

"Is it fun? Yo, your expression is so exciting, so cool? Is it good to play with my wife?"

Mournful dog grinned: "Right, don't you say that the Qiao family will protect you? The Qiao family? Now it seems that God can't save you?"

"Is this feeling more uncomfortable than death? Don't worry, don't worry, there are still many of our programs. You can rest assured that you can't die so early." The mourning dog opened the toolbox and turned out a vise.

Shaking twice in front of Wang Jinlong's eyes, he said: "Listen to my wife of the dead ghost, your kid's mouth is good, and his teeth should be pretty good? I pulled out one by one to study."

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