Yang Yuxi easily subdued Yamamoto Ichiro, and the whole movement was done in one go, without giving him a chance to resist. Even though she was pregnant and her strength was greatly affected, it was still not something that the short stature of Yamamoto Ichiro could resist.
Until Yamamoto Ichiro was successfully restrained, Yang Yuxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her tense nerves relaxed a little. She was always controlled by others in dangerous situations, and her life and death were not under her control. Until now, when she restrained Yamamoto Ichiro, she had been floating.
This is where my heart comes into being.
Of course, although she breathed a sigh of relief, she did not relax because of it. Containing Ichiro Yamamoto only gave her a chance to negotiate, but it was not a real safety. There were still greater tests waiting for her, and she did not dare to do anything about it.
The slightest carelessness may lead to irreversible consequences.
"Who are you and why did you bring me here?" Yang Yuxi grabbed Yamamoto Ichiro's throat and squeezed it hard, and asked in a low voice.
Well!
His throat was pinched hard, and Yamamoto Ichiro let out a painful groan. His breathing became difficult, and his face turned red. He looked at Yang Yuxi in horror, and pleading words were squeezed out of his throat.
Yamamoto Ichiro spoke R slang, and Yang Yuxi didn't understand it at all. She vaguely understood that he meant to let go of him first. He could hardly breathe. Yang Yuxi thought for a while, then loosened the hand holding his throat slightly, and opened his mouth.
Said: "Telephone, give me your phone, or I will kill you!"
Yamamoto Ichiro looked at her blankly, as if he didn't understand what she said. Yang Yuxi cursed in a low voice, knowing that the other party didn't understand Chinese, so she repeated it in English.
This time Yamamoto Ichiro understood and replied in English with a trembling voice, meaning that this was a secret room and there was no phone. If you want to make a call, you have to go outside.
Of course Yang Yuxi didn't believe this. She didn't think there would be no phone in the secret room, so she suddenly tightened her grip on Yamamoto Ichiro's hand and said coldly, "I'll give you another chance, give me the phone right away, otherwise
I'll kill you now!"
"There is no phone here at all. I won't lie to you. Don't be impulsive. If you kill me, you won't be able to get out of here." Yamamoto Ichiro said. As an important member of the Yamaguchi group, his psychological quality is far from ordinary people.
comparable.
boom!
The answer was a fist. Yang Yuxi punched Yamamoto Ichiro on the eye socket. The punch was so powerful that it immediately made her eye socket black.
"Telephone!" Yang Yuxi asked again.
Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes were black and blue, and he looked at Yang Yuxi with surprise through his swollen triangular eyes. He didn't expect that she would do it as soon as he said it, and for a moment he simply forgot how to respond.
boom!
Yang Yuxi landed another punch, this time on the bridge of Yamamoto Ichiro's nose. The force was stronger than the last time. With a crisp cracking sound, the bridge of the latter's nose collapsed, and two streaks of blood spread from under the nostrils.
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"Telephone!"
Yang Yuxi asked over and over again, and every time she opened her mouth, her fists would fall, each punch heavier than the last, until Yamamoto Ichiro's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was wailing.
After five punches in a row, Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't hold it anymore and begged for mercy: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, I say, I say!"
"Little Japan deserves a beating!" Yang Yuxi curled her lips, said something disdainfully, and then shouted: "Tell me, where is the phone? I advise you not to play tricks, otherwise I will kill you first!
