These people were wailing and begging for mercy.

But Wang Heng was unmoved and grabbed a pickaxe and moved forward step by step.

Seeing this, they knelt and retreated, begging for mercy.

But Wang Heng was too lazy to attack them.

Passing through the middle, they thought they were lucky enough to survive. Before they could be glad, they saw that more than a dozen people behind Wang Heng rushed up, swung the pickaxe handle as thick as their arms, and smashed it hard.

Undoubtedly, he rushed into the sheep pen with the wolves, and wailed in an instant.

Wang Heng walked to Li Zhengan regardless of the blood flowing behind him.

Li Zhengan looked up at him, and cried like a child, saying, "Don't hit me, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced, I won't pretend again. You are the boss, I'll give you the position of Huidong's first seat, I'm sorry... I'm really convinced, don't do it."

He no longer mentioned Li Qingcang because it was useless if he mentioned it.

Wang Heng held the pickaxe handle in one hand and rubbed his face with the other. He suddenly laughed and said, "We are the same type of people. We don't care about trust. If you don't talk, I won't talk. This world is beautiful. Don't be afraid of pain, just try it twice..."

In his eyes, Wang Heng's smile was a devil, no, it was even more terrifying than the devil.

He raised his hands and said, "I really beg you, killing someone is illegal... it's really wrong!"

"You still know that something is wrong?"

Wang Heng was stunned, but then his face changed drastically, and he was extremely cold. He raised his pickaxe and smashed it down without hesitation. He roared while smashing it: "I am a grass-mud horse. If Shang Yang dies here, my life will be over. My life is all on him. Do you want to kill him and tell me you are wrong?"

"I want to beat you, is Li Qingcang effective? Talk! Ah?"
Chapter completed!