The deliberately lowered voice suddenly reminded Zhao Cheng of the cold and stern voice a few months ago, in such a night, in a street and alley in the Nanjiang River, "Call!"

"Yes, it's you?"

"It's me."

The mask covered the man's face, and only a muffled sound came out. At the same time, he suddenly made a move, punching one after another on him. Zhao Cheng couldn't even run away, and was completely beaten like a sandbag.

In less than ten minutes, Zhao Cheng lay on the ground dying.

The man looked at him coldly with his hands in his pockets. He stepped on his face with one foot, wishing he could crush this face.

Zhao Cheng grabbed his feet and wanted to stand up. Last time he was covered in his head, this time the man wore a mask again. He didn't even know who the person who beat him twice? He couldn't let him die with his eyes closed, right?

The man in black snorted and took off his feet, and Zhao Chenggang got up, but was suddenly choked, just like he grabbed Zhao Jian in the female bathroom in the court this morning.

However, the person in front of him was really pinching, rather than jamming Zhao Jian's neck like him to prevent her from moving.

His five fingers were trapped in his flesh and blood, as if he was about to strangle him to death.

Zhao Cheng could even feel his breathing being blocked bit by bit, and a burning pain sensation surged in his lungs.

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to breathe. The air was obviously close to his lips, but he couldn't go in and out.

"How is it? Have you experienced the ultimate pleasure?" the man leaned in front of him and said softly.

Zhao Cheng stared at him with wide eyes, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to pull off the mask from his face.

This person's eyes made him feel familiar.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached out his hand, the man's hand tightened again, and Zhao Cheng was shocked. He really wanted to strangle him to death.

Ji Rufeng really wanted to strangle him to death, but suddenly remembered what he asked Mo Baicha today. His eyes turned and he asked: Tell me! Who did you put in next to the Baron?"

Zhao Cheng shook all over and looked horrified. He did this very secretly, and no one could know about it except him and the person who was doing it.

"explain!"

"No..." Zhao Cheng said with difficulty, he couldn't say it!

"It doesn't seem to hurt at all..."

The man sneered and kicked his lower abdomen, three inches below his navel, causing unbearable pain.

Zhao Cheng twitched in pain, and he heard someone ask again: "Who is it?"

His neck was still pinched tightly, but he kicked him in the lower abdomen again. Zhao Cheng gritted his teeth and did not speak.

But at this moment, the man's hand that pinched his neck suddenly loosened, and a large amount of air suddenly poured into his throat. He curled up and lay on the ground and coughed in a mess, and his nose, tears slid down together.

The man stood in front of him, and after a fierce movement, his hands were inserted into his pocket, calm and gentle.

He raised his chin, and the two bodyguards who had been waiting for a long time came over and moved their wrists. As soon as Zhao Cheng raised his head, the other party's fist arrived.

"Say! What did you do to the Baron?"

These people are professional bodyguards and know how to fight and where to hurt. For a moment, Zhao Cheng's screams were left in the dark night.

Half an hour later, the two of them let go of Zhao Cheng who was dying and returned and said, "I've called it."

The man pursed his lips, put away his cell phone, raised his hand and waved it, "retreat."

Without even looking at Zhao Cheng, who was still lying on the ground, turned around and left.
Chapter completed!