He collapsed on the ground in pain and could not even get up. Not only did he say that his nose was bruised and swollen, but his face, shirt, and pants were stained with blood to varying degrees, which made people quite shocked to see.
Looking at Count's embarrassing look, Feng Hao looked disdainful: "Don't you want it? This is what you said. Do you know how the Feng family men grew up? That's it, growing up in the pain of countless fights and hits.
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"I understand... I know..." Count didn't know that Feng Hao was so powerful, and he was defeated without fighting back. He had no choice but to look at Feng Hao with pain and shrunk eyes, begging in a low voice,"
Let me go... it's... it's all Fujiwara Keiko... and, and... "
The bright red blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth, and he could no longer say the following words.
It turns out that a high status is really not easy to get. Feng Hao is very different from the heirs of other big families, just because the Feng Family Fantasy Alliance is an ancient family that has been passed down for more than two hundred years.
"Sir... Sir... I'm really not me who wants to frame you, it's yours..." Count couldn't remember who Fujiwara Keiko was from the Feng family for a moment.
Feng Hao squatted down, looked down at the Count that was moaning in pain, and whispered in a low voice, and said coldly: "The men of the Feng family are not afraid of death, and never beg for mercy. The word "begging" does not exist in the Feng family's dictionary.
They have the ability to bear the pain that ordinary people cannot bear, and then transform this ability into the power to overcome everything, so they can obtain supreme rights. That is not enjoyment, responsibility, responsibility, and responsibility, and ruthlessness, coldness and cold blood!
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As he spoke, there was an exquisite little silver knife in his hand. His eyes were fierce, and he reached out to pinch Count's neck, and the silver knife pressed against his eyebrows.
"You made me say a lot today," Feng Hao's small silver knife slowly slid on Count's face, coldly depicting his facial features, "I have N ways to make you live worse than death!
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"No, no..." Count gasped and muttered, like a besieged prey. Looking at Feng Hao who was teasing him like a cat and a mouse, he was a little angry, but more fear and despair.
"If I want you to die happily, you will never be able to see me." Feng Hao smiled evilly, and the cold tip of the knife slipped down Count's cheek.
"Please, please..." Count screamed shrillly.
Feng Hao sneered coldly, and a shocking white light flashed by. Count's cheeks had two scratches, and blood was seeped.
"You can't do this...my face..."
"Can't it?" Feng Hao lowered his voice, "The god of death should be put in that bowl of rock candy bird's nest!"
Feng Hao looked at the man on the ground with some disdain and looked very similar to his appearance. He wanted to pretend to be a real Feng family man, perhaps his lifelong efforts would not be enough.
Because the men of the Feng family have a natural sense of family honor and responsibility in their blood, and these cannot be learned.
Things that are melted into their bones cannot be peeled off.
"The next thing you have to deal with is my woman and my child!" Feng Hao pinched the small silver knife, his eyes cold.
Blood stained Count's facial features red, and the air in the secret room was filled with a strong smell of blood.