Quick Transmigration: The villain's little flirt is wild

Chapter 137 Punish the World 27.0
"So, you touched her?" Zhao Yiru put on his gloves slowly, and turned his head to look at Mr. Wang who was kneeling on the ground trembling.

Mr. Wang was pressed down by two defenders, still trembling uncontrollably, his lips trembling, shaking his head: "No...no..."

"Mr. Wang, you know." Zhao Yiru walked in front of him slowly, and the leather shoes lightly stepped on the ground, making a soft noise, as if stepping on Mr. Wang's heart, every time he stepped on it made his heart palpitate with fear.

He walked up to him, looked down at him, pulled on his slightly wrinkled gloves, and his glasses reflected a cold light in the dim room: "I hate lies the most."

"Yes... I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mr. Zhao! I was careless, really careless!" Mr. Wang trembled in fright, kowtowed to admit his mistake.

Zhao Yiru bent down, raised his chin with the whip in his hand, saw his snot and tears streaming from fear, clicked his tongue lightly, and the whip patted his cheek lightly: "Are you afraid?"

"No...no." Mr. Wang was afraid of offending him, so he quickly shook his head following his words.

"Oh?"

The whip pressed on Mr. Wang's face, leaving a mark, squeezing out a lot of fat, which looked greasy and disgusting.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Zhao Yiru raised his eyebrows, and before he could answer, he let go of his hands and stood up. He lightly pushed his glasses, flipped his wrist, and slammed a whip hard on his face.

There were crisp sounds and screams in the dim room, and the men sitting not far away turned their heads away, not daring to look at the tragic scene.

I was glad that they didn't touch Chi Mo just now, otherwise they would be the ones suffering now.

Zhao Yiru threw the whip to the defenders on the side, took off his gloves, took the gloves from the waiter and wiped his hands gracefully.

Mr. Wang, who fell on the ground, was beaten beyond recognition, like a pile of rotting fat, lying on the ground, exuding a stench.

He was paralyzed in the unidentified yellow-brown liquid on the ground, his hands and feet were pulled out slightly, his skin and flesh were turned outwards, and he was already exhaling more air and taking in less air.

"Drag on." The smell in the room was really unpleasant, Zhao Yiru covered his nose, frowned, and waved his hand impatiently.

The defenders immediately dragged Mr. Wang, whose life and death were unknown, and walked out with a blank expression on his face.

The waiter approached very wittily and cleaned up the stains on the floor.

Without someone to contend with, the group of men began to feel like they were sitting on pins and needles. They looked at the man standing in the middle of the room anxiously, praying that the punishment would not fall on their own heads.

Aromatherapy was lit in the room to dispel the unpleasant stench. Zhao Yiru's brows relaxed slightly, and he wiped the blood on his face lightly: "This pig is really disgusting."

"Yes, yes, this President Wang..." As soon as the man eager to flatter opened his mouth, Zhao Yiru glanced at him coldly.

"President Wang? Isn't that a stupid pig who doesn't know what to do?" He walked towards them, raised his chin slightly, and looked cold.

Being stared at by him, the man felt as if he had fallen into the abyss. Being stared at by the devil, he trembled, laughed dryly, and lowered his head: "Yes, yes, yes, it is indeed a fat pig that does not know how to live or die."

Zhao Yiru glanced around, and everyone he could see followed suit and began to flatter him.

"Okay." Zhao Yiru clapped his hands lightly, sat down on the chair, raised his legs, lit a cigarette, and looked at the group of men with narrowed eyes in the haze of smoke: "It seems that we have reached a consensus."

The men nodded their heads, but their hearts were full of fear and anger. Consensus?What a bullshit consensus!
Obviously he was the one who used force to force them to submit, killing chickens for monkeys to see!

If they don't nod their heads, none of them will be able to walk out of this door today, this Zhao Yiru is a gentle scum, not a person at all!

Of course, they only dared to think about it in their hearts, and they never dared to say it in front of Zhao Yiru.

Zhao Yiru knocked on the cigarette ash and laughed lightly. Under the gold-rimmed glasses, his brows and eyes were warm, like a gentleman, gentle and polite: "The bosses are tired, take them down to rest, and make arrangements."

"Yes." The waiter nodded, walked in front of these men, bent slightly, with a standard but no warmth on his face: "You guys, please come with me."

The men breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately Zhao Yiru didn't implicate them in his anger, otherwise they would probably end up the same as that fat pig.

The waiter led several men to the corridor. He stopped, pushed open a door, and smiled at them: "Mr. Wang fell from the attic after drinking too much, and died unexpectedly by breaking his neck, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Several men glanced at each other, and the guns in the hands of the defenders behind them pointed at them. Under the pressure, they could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, it seems that the gentlemen have already understood." The waiter opened the door behind him, saw their staring eyes, smiled lightly, and bowed to them: "Enjoy the gentlemen."

The room is luxurious and luxurious, with different types of women standing there, with all kinds of things catering to their tastes, it is simply another paradise for them.

They looked straight, and walked into the room in a daze, and the waiter gently closed the door.
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"Mo Mo." Zhao Yiru walked up to Chi Mo, hugged her waist vainly, looked Liu Ya up and down, as if declaring his sovereignty, and took Chi Mo into his arms again: "This is..."

Chi Mo frowned, pulled away his hand, straightened his long hair, and looked at him with distaste: "Don't move."

"Still playing petty temper." Zhao Yiru smiled helplessly, a cold look flashed across his eyes, what he hates most is that women don't know how to be interesting, he pushed his glasses, and he still had that doting and helpless look on his face.

Anyone who reads it will feel that he has a deep affection for Chi Mo and loves him infinitely.

"Okay, we're going to announce the new rules." He reached out to her and called her name in a low voice, implying a threat: "Come here, Chi Mo."

Chi Mo looked at him quietly for a while, then walked towards him, wiped off the blood spots on his face affectionately, and then gently straightened his collar, ignoring his outstretched hand, and went straight forward go.

Her sudden tenderness stunned Zhao Yiru for a moment, the warmth of her fingertips was still there, Zhao Yiru touched his cheek, looked at Chi Mo's figure, and let out a low laugh.

Is she giving in to him?

He is very useful.

Zhao Yiru was in a good mood, so she didn't care about who the man standing with Chi Mo was. She didn't even glance at him when she left, and there were just rich kids who didn't know anything about him, so there was no threat.

He glanced at Liu Ya and followed Chi Mo's footsteps.

Liu Ya stood on the spot with a complicated expression, and gently squeezed the USB flash drive that Chi Mo had just given him with his hand in his bag.

It has everything they want in it.

But how did Chi Mo get all this.

(End of this chapter)