"I..." The crow felt a terrible feeling that a disaster was coming.

"Which hand made her hit?" Hei Jieming asked about the details with a smile, as if he was particularly interested in this matter.

"Left...left hand..." He is a left-handed man, and he uses his left hand to shoot a gun, so he naturally uses his left hand to hit people.

Hei Jieming flew up and kicked him on the side of his waist. This move was fast and fierce. The crow didn't even have time to catch the trajectory of his movements, and suddenly felt like his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were kicked out together.

It is a human instinct to reach out to protect the injured part.

Hei Jieming seized this opportunity and kicked another foot, his heel was like a thousand pounds, and the gravity chopped on the crow's left hand. Listening to the screams, Hei Jieming's eyes showed a hint of heartache, but it was not pitying the crow, his eyes only stayed on the girl on the bed from beginning to end.

The crow knew clearly that his left hand was completely destroyed.

Hei Jieming's kick shattered the joints of his left hand, severely damaged the ligaments of his left hand, and even the flesh fell off and necrotic. No matter how good the doctor was, he could not save his hand, and it was useless.

Hei Jieming's pupils were shrinking dangerously, and his black eyes focused on a few black hairs scattered on the bed sheets, "Did you pull her hair?"

The crow didn't answer.

Hei Jieming kicked him in the chest one after another.

The crow suffered a few mistakes and began to vomit blood.

He knew very well that if he didn't open his mouth, Hei Jieming would probably kick him to death and pull him down; and if he opened his mouth, no matter what he answered, it would bring even more terrible revenge.

The rhythm of tragic death if you speak or not.

"Stop kicking... it's me... it's me..." After all, I couldn't bear the terrible heavy blow, and the crow was forced to admit it.

His high ranking on the M Country Killer Ranking is not because of how powerful he is, but because of his superb imitation and his persistence of never being soft-hearted and never giving up.

I really met a strong person. He was no different from a newborn little chicken. He was abused to death.

Hei Jieming was not angry or happy, and asked slowly, "Which hand was pulled?"

"Left...left hand..." The crow almost didn't dare to see what his 'golden left hand' looked like now.

"The left hand is destroyed." Hei Jieming said coldly.

"It's a waste... it's a waste..." The crow begged humbly, "I didn't really do anything. She is still clean. It belongs to you. Let me go, let me go, I have paid enough price."

Hei Jieming seemed to have not heard what he was saying at all, and said to himself, "Then let's change your right hand."

The crow never knew that a person's speed was so fast.

After hearing Hei Jieming's words, he realized that it was not good. His right hand reflexively made movements, trying to lock it back under him and avoid bad luck.

However, he is faster, and Hei Jieming is faster.

When his right hand was halfway through, he was suddenly hit by a corner of the princess chaise longue that fell from the top of his head and pierced...

Hei Jieming put his maroon brocade chair with one hand, and the miserable appearance of the crow could not arouse his pity at all.

"My baby, you pulled a lot of hair out of it, so your hair must be completely lost to be fair." There was a small amount of kerosene in the antique lampstand in the room. It was originally just a gadget to enhance the interest, but it came in handy at this moment.
Chapter completed!