167. Chapter 167 Using Injuries to Soften Your Heart 1
The belt fell on him like raindrops.
"..."
Jiang Weiyi sat in the dark room and watched blankly, why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he betray her at this time?
Doesn't An Cheng just want her to return to Xiang Yutian and continue completing her mission?
Why are you so stubborn not to say anything?
Soon, Ancheng was beaten to death, and the white sweater on his body slowly turned red in streaks, which was so bright that it was dazzling.
If this continues, he will be beaten to death.
He will die...
Jiang Weiwei watched helplessly, suddenly took off his headphones and stood up, and couldn't help but touch the long gun hanging on the wall with one hand.
She loaded the bullet with dexterity.
Glancing at the laptop screen, Jiang Weiwei was about to leave when he suddenly saw Ancheng in the screen reaching out to the steps tremblingly. He was lying on the ground, his head turning slightly, as if he was confirming the direction.
Suddenly, he turned his head to the direction of the indoor camera and looked at it without focus.
The belt whipped him hard.
An Cheng's face was pale, without any blood, and his face was almost touching the ground.
Slowly, she watched Anjo open his lips as if moaning in pain.
He is lip-syncing.
Every time he made a mouth shape, he had to take several breaths, which was very difficult.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei stared at the picture closely, linked his mouth movements together, and rolled them silently between his lips, "No, please, save me."
What An Cheng said was: Don't save me.
He knew what she wanted to do...
Jiang Weiwei held the gun in his hand tightly, tears suddenly falling out of control, and he reached out his hand to cover his lips firmly to prevent himself from making any sound.
In the picture, several men were still beating Anjo desperately, completely ignoring the blood seeping out of his back and beating him desperately.
The sound of whipping was transmitted directly from the living room to the dark room.
Each sound was harsher than the last.
Jiang Weiwei wanted to plug her ears. She closed her eyes, but her hand was still holding the gun tightly.
Ask yourself, can she really watch Anjo being beaten to death?
Is it really possible?
Listening to the loud whipping sound, Jiang Weiyi felt her body was getting cold, and she was so cold that she was overwhelmed.
"Enough!"
Xiang Yutian's indifferent voice suddenly came from outside.
Jiang Weiwei quickly opened his eyes and looked at the surveillance screen, only to see that several of his men stopped beating at Xiang Yutian's order.
Anjo's white sweater was completely dyed a light red...
A trace of bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He lay motionless on the ground. If his eyes like glass were not still open, anyone would think that he was dead...
"Where is Jiang Weiwei?"
Xiang Yutian stood up from the swivel chair, walked slowly to An Cheng's side, raised his foot and kicked his stiff body.
"Well……"
An Cheng frowned in pain and opened his pale lips, "I don't know... I really don't know."
Xiang Yutian's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Very good." Xiang Yutian sneered coldly, looking down at his miserable appearance, "I like to play with people with backbone the most. I'll come back tomorrow. Don't die so quickly."
After saying that, Xiang Yutian kicked him again, and there was a little blood on the tip of his leather shoe.
Xiang Yutian opened his palms beside him.
Lone Eagle immediately offered tissues.
Xiang Yutian bent down, wiped off the blood on the tip of his shoe in disgust, threw it to An Cheng, turned around and left.
"Master Xiang, are the other residents still being checked?"