Chapter 641: Flame's Death Trap: The Kind of Whore
Yin Beisha cried with tears on her face. She looked up at me pitifully, as if she was very scared.
"Li Qian, you are a pervert." No matter what, I still felt a little soft-hearted and yelled at Li Qian, hoping that she would only target me.
Li Qian walked up to me and glanced at Yin Beisha coldly. Her sharp eyes seemed to have some special hint.
Li Qian took a steel pipe from the sunglasses killer next to her, approached me coldly, and smiled slyly.
"Han Qing, I will let you know how cruel I am to you today," Li Qian said evilly, raising a silver steel pipe more than one meter long in her hand.
I clenched my fists, bit my lip, and closed my eyes tightly
"Well..." I was lucky enough to think that I would be so lucky every time. However, this time, I really took Li Qian's vicious stick.
I gritted my teeth and groaned at the severe pain in my lower abdomen.
It hurts! It hurts me to death
"You scream! You bastard, don't deny it, you are the son of a prostitute."
Seeing that I was so stubborn, Li Qian started to attack me again. She used the front end of the steel pipe to lift my chin, trying to look at something dirty, and rolled my eyes in disgust.
I hung my head feebly. It was really painful. The blood in my mouth was still pouring out. It was indescribably uncomfortable.
Forget it, the mouth is on someone else’s face, so she can say whatever she likes, so why should I ask for trouble!
"You damn duck has a tough mouth, I..." Seeing that I didn't speak, Li Qian raised the steel pipe even more angrily.
At this time, a bald man in black suddenly ran out from a dark place. The man in black came close to Li Qian and said something in her ear, which allowed me to temporarily avoid the blow.
As the man in black appeared, in less than 3 seconds, more men in black rushed out from nowhere in this dark space and surrounded us tightly.
What's wrong? It's like I've grasped a life-saving straw. I force myself to wake up.
"Han Qing, go to hell!" Li Qian suddenly threw away the steel pipe in her hand, pulled out the knife, and waved it at my face again.
"No" "Bang..."
"Stop!" At the critical moment, three shrill voices echoed in this empty space. Before the echoes dissipated, I suddenly opened my eyes that were tightly closed.
As if being slowed down, Yin Beisha's body in front of me opened her hands and slowly squatted down, and Li Qian's cold face slowly filled my pupils.