These words reached Fatty Wang's ears, and before he could have any thoughts, a heavier and more ruthless fist fell on him. How could the pampered Fatty Wang have ever suffered like this, been beaten like this?
, the howling sound is more and more sad...
However, Fatty Wang actually endured it. He knew what the consequences would be if he spoke out. It would be painful, and he would be fired, taken to court, or even sent to prison. At that time, he would
Everything is gone, house, car, money, woman, everything is gone, and there will be other men living in his house and sleeping with his woman...
Therefore, Fatty Wang endured it with all his strength, still howling: "I really... don't know... I... I swear... you guys... let me go..."
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"It seems you are very tolerant!" Mengdie said, "Drag him into the room. I don't care what method or means you use, I just want the ending!"
The weak Zhang Xiaoming grabbed Fatty Wang's thin hair and pulled him into the room. Fatty Wang's face turned pale. He knew that what he would face next would definitely be an extremely miserable forced confession. To be honest,
Fatty Wang didn’t have the confidence to hold on.【】
After dragging him into the room, Zhang Xiaoming said: "Take off a pair of socks and cover his mouth. He won't know anyway."
Soon, a brother from the Blood Killing Society took off his smelly socks and stuffed them into Fatty Wang's mouth. Zhang Xiaoming pulled out the knife from his back. With one stroke of the knife, he cut off Fatty Wang's messy pajamas.
It was zoned open.
The tip of the knife was placed on Fatty Wang's forehead. Fatty Wang felt the coldness of the tip of the knife, and his heart beat violently. The tip of the knife slid down from his forehead, to his chest, to his lower abdomen, all the way down.
It slid until it reached Fatty Wang's lifeline and stopped. Zhang Xiaoming said: "Looking at how small yours is, it doesn't make any difference if you have it or not. You don't know anything anyway, so just cut it off."
"No! No! No..." This was Fatty Wang's inner cry, but his mouth was blocked by the smelly socks and he couldn't utter a single word. He kept shaking his head again and again.
Zhang Xiaoming stabbed the tip of the knife slowly inside, and blood was already flowing out. Fatty Wang's whole body was shaking violently, as if it was the end of the world. Zhang Xiaoming said: "Do you know now? If you don't know yet, this knife,