For Brother Gang, if he doesn’t do these so-called bad things, some people will do them.

There is nothing to do in order to make a living.

So, after hearing the problem, he was stunned.

What bad things have you done?

"I have done so many bad things, which one do you say?"

After a brief panic, Brother Gang's heart gradually became cold and hard.

He is a gangster, and he will be done if he is afraid.

"I don't know who you are, but do you know who my boss is?"

"Even if you kill me, don't expect me to say anything!"

Brother Gang said something very bachelor.

"Ha..." A cold snorted in the darkness.

In the darkness where the lights were completely out of light, there was a man who seemed to be watching him.

"I admire the tough guy, let him bleed."

The man said lightly.

Immediately someone untied Brother Gang's hands.

But his body was re-fixed on a simple steel pipe bed.

His limbs were arranged in the character "big".

His right arm stretched out of the bed and his wrist flipped upwards.

Someone placed a washbasin on the ground directly under his wrist and then covered him with a black eye mask.

Brother Gang's eyes are dark again.

There was a sudden stinging pain on my right wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Brother Gang struggled hard and roared.

"Cut the pulse and bleed!"

A voice sounded faintly in his ears.

This sound is somewhat familiar.

I seem to have heard it somewhere.

The sound was very cold, very cold, without any emotion.

It seems that everything in this world has nothing to do with him.

But what he continued to say made Brother Gang cold all over.

"A adult's entire blood should not be filled with this washbasin, so you can enjoy it slowly."

The voice reminded him softly, "My brother was sent to the hospital by your gangster. He is still in a coma. If he can't wake up, don't live!"

Brother Gang suddenly froze.

“Tick!”
Chapter completed!