In the dark and damp basement, there was a strong smell of blood floating in the air.

In the dim light, a person was vaguely visible, with a knot around his neck, hanging in mid-air.

There was a stool under his feet, and he had to work hard on his toes to step on it.

There was no intact piece of skin left on the man's body, and the blood dripped from his body onto the floor, but within a short while it pooled into a small puddle.

Lu Yinghuai sat on the sofa not far in front of him with a calm expression.

The phone on the coffee table vibrated, he reached out to pick it up, glanced at it, and the corners of his thin lips twitched.

In a good mood.

However, the words spoken are like the devil from the abyss.

Cold, bloodthirsty.

"Time is up."

The pupils of the man hanging in mid-air shrank, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched violently, forming an emotion similar to fear.

Before he could speak, Han Song, who was standing behind Lu Yinghuai, had already stepped forward, and kicked the chair under the man's feet away expressionlessly.

"Uh……"

Without the support of the bench, the man's body fell heavily, his neck was strangled by the rope, and the air in his chest was immediately deprived. The dull pain of suffocation made him twitch uncontrollably, rolling his eyes.

And Han Song picked up the belt on the side and beat him hard.

After about 2 minutes, Lu Yinghuai lightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Han Song.

Han Song quickly moved the stool back and put it under the man, letting him step on it.

The weightless body stepped firmly again, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared. The man subconsciously opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, and the air suddenly poured in, choking him so much that he couldn't help arching his body and coughing violently.

From hell to heaven and back to hell.

It was the experience of this man in one afternoon.

At this time, he was no longer as honest and honest as he was when he was in the police station. Repeated friction made the flesh of his neck curl up, and the bloody wounds on his body were crisscrossed and criss-crossed by the belt, which was very terrifying.

If this continues, even if he is not hanged, he will lose too much blood and die!

What made the man desperate was that during the whole process, the two men sitting on the opposite sofa didn't ask him any questions.

Whenever they ask, he feels that he still has room for negotiation.

But they didn't say a word, apart from ordering their subordinates to kick his stool away and rescue him when he was dying, there was not a single extra word in the whole process.

They seemed to disdain to learn any news from him at all, they just purely took pleasure in torturing him.

This discovery caused an uncontrollable surge of fear in the man's heart, and it easily spread to all limbs.

These two people didn't care about his life or death at all, nor did they care whether he was willing to speak.

They really want to play him to death.

Any interest becomes worthless when life is threatened!

So after the cough subsided, the man hurriedly opened his mouth without waiting for others to ask.

"I'll tell you what you want to know." He was scared, he was really scared.

Luo Huaiyuan's eyes moved slightly, seeing that the man beside him didn't speak, he raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

But also cooperate with not opening.

Then I saw Lu Yinghuai playing with the mobile phone in his hand, and casually glanced at the person, "You can talk about it first, and see if what you know is of value to me."

The man's pupils trembled, what did he mean? Could it be that the news he said was of no value to him, and he would still kill himself?

So what is valuable and what is worthless?

The man's eyeballs rolled around, "Then how do I know if you will cross the river and tear down the bridge? If I say so, your casual sentence is worthless, otherwise it can kill me. No, you have to promise me that I will ..."

"Heh...hehehe..." As if hearing some funny joke, Lu Yinghuai laughed abruptly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, his eyes were still as cold as the arctic ice, "You seem to have not figured out the situation in front of you."

The man trembled, "W-what's the situation?"

Lu Yinghuai hooked his lips and gave Han Song a look.

The latter understood, and immediately stepped forward to replace the stool under his feet.

"Don't..." The man screamed, trying to stop Han Song.

Unfortunately, Han Song kicked the stool mercilessly.

The stool flew out and hit the wall behind him with a dull thud.

The man was immediately suspended in the air like a salted fish.

The dull pain of suffocation eats into the chest cavity, this time even longer than every previous one.

It was so long that his body was going to straighten and twitch, his brain consciousness was pulled away, he was really about to die, and his legs were hugged again, and he stepped on the stool.

The man on the opposite side showed a calm smile like a devil, and raised his chin slightly, as if to say to him: Now, are you clear? !

The man uttered an extremely painful howl of collapse, crying bitterly, "Ahhhh..."

After howling, he looked at Lu Yinghuai like a dead dog.

"I said, I said everything."

Luo Huaiyuan looked at Lu Yinghuai in admiration. The latter straightened his body calmly, took a glass of water, and took a sip. He looked nonchalant, as if he didn't care what the man had to say.

He couldn't help but clicked his tongue in his heart. It seemed that he didn't know Lu Yinghuai well enough before.

He's never been as principled as he appears to be.

This man's ruthlessness is hidden in the depths.It will not be exposed easily, but once it is exposed, it will definitely be dead or disabled.

What he showed today, not to mention the criminal in the middle, even he was a little terrified.

For a moment, Luo Huaiyuan was in a complicated mood.

Is it really okay for such a man to marry him Xinxin?

As if knowing what Luo Huaiyuan was worried about, Lu Yinghuai squinted over, and there was a hint of warning in his dark eyes.

Luo Huaiyuan had no doubt that if he told An Xin about what happened today, Lu Yinghuai, a dog, would definitely let him experience the despair that this man experienced today.

Frowning together, Luo Huaiyuan pursed his lips into a straight line.

"Don't worry, I will never show this side in front of Xinxin." Lu Yinghuai looked away casually, looking at the wallpaper on the phone, "I care about Xinxin, I can't relax at all."

Luo Huaiyuan also knew.

He had investigated Lu Yinghuai before, and knew that in the first few years when he took over Huanyu, his methods became more aggressive and murderous, and these years have basically eased up.

Otherwise, Lu Yingxuan, a clown like Lu Yingxuan, would not have had the chance to dance around for so long.

But this time, Mo Chenggu asked someone to attack An Xin, wanting her life, which completely touched Lu Yinghuai's backlash.

Therefore, this man did not hesitate to release the beast in his heart!

If it was him, he would too.

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