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The middle-aged man was startled at first, but then calmed down.

He looked down at the cold gun body, then sneered, "Hehehe..."

"Li Feixue, you stinky bitch!"

"You want to scare me with such a broken gun?"

He looked at Ye Chen again, "Just because you two are trying to play psychological tactics with me, you're not even close!"

"You think I don't dare to shoot." Li Feixue's voice was cold, with a strange smile on her face.

The middle-aged man changed into a comfortable position, with a look of contempt on his face, and even opened his thighs a little.

"You two, stop pretending here! You two bitches...don't you just use this trick to have fun on weekdays?"

"Li Feixue! If you really dare to take action, your end will only become worse!"

The middle-aged man looked indifferent. He didn't believe that Li Feixue dared to shoot, and his attitude was still very arrogant.

Ye Chen frowned and was about to speak.

Li Feixue suddenly moved her gun and pointed it at the middle-aged man's right thigh.

Before the middle-aged man could react.

"Bang!" A huge gunshot suddenly exploded in the room.

A large amount of blood spattered instantly, mixed with several pieces of flesh and many broken bones.

The thick smell of gunpowder smoke began to fill the air, mixed with the stench of burnt flesh and blood.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He looked down at his thigh.

Only a little bit of skin is left, connected to his body.

Severe pain began to be transmitted to the brain, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's forehead.

His face turned as pale as a piece of paper.

He opened his mouth wide and moved up and down a few times, but in the end he was unable to say a word, only howling like a wild beast.

"Ahh..." He struggled desperately, but his whole body was tied tightly and he couldn't move at all.

The blood was still flowing to the ground, and the middle-aged man was almost hurt to death.

Finally, he couldn't bear the pain, rolled his eyes and passed out.

Ye Chen took half a step back, turned his head slightly, and looked at Li Feixue in a daze.

"What do you think I'm doing? Wake him up! Come on!"

"Let's see how long he can be arrogant!" Li Feixue said and sat on the chair in front of him.

Ye Chen thought for a while, smiled bitterly, and shook his head, "This woman is really cruel..."

He squatted down and helped the middle-aged man stop the bleeding first.

Then several silver needles were inserted into the head and back of the middle-aged man's head.

The next second, the middle-aged man suddenly woke up, and his whole body shook violently with a bang.

Then he sat up straight and took a deep breath of air.

His eyes were full of dullness and panic, and the scenery in front of him changed from blur to clarity.

Seeing Ye Chen's face, the middle-aged man was so frightened that he screamed strangely.

Then he saw Li Feixue standing up behind Ye Chen, and he was even more frightened.

"You two... are to be killed and not to be humiliated. Kill me!"

Ye Chen stood up with a sneer and looked at him condescendingly, "A scholar can't be killed without humiliation?"

"Don't flatter yourself! What kind of warrior are you? You are just a sneaky ninja! You are following the dirty path of assassinating others! To put it bluntly, you are a spy!"

"Any means is suitable for dealing with spies!"

The middle-aged man glanced at him angrily.

"Asshole!" He cursed through gritted teeth, and then suddenly bit down his back molars.

"Hey..." A sharp voice sounded, and the middle-aged man laughed, "Don't even think about knowing anything from me!"

Then he closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, after half a minute, his brows suddenly frowned.

He opened his eyes and licked his back molars with his tongue.

Ye Chen sneered, holding a small metallic capsule between his thumb and index finger, "Are you looking for this?"

"You!" The middle-aged man rushed forward like crazy.

Now he can neither live nor die, which is really extremely miserable.

Lowering his head, the middle-aged man almost cried.

"I beg you! Kill me!"

Ye Chen put away the poison capsule and slowly squatted in front of him.

"Hey!" He patted the middle-aged man's head.

The latter raised his head and their eyes met.

"Instead of begging us to kill you, you should honestly say everything you need to say."

"For example, how many dens do you have in Dragon Kingdom?"

"Who is the real high-level person in Long Kingdom who is in contact with you?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Bah!" A mouthful of bloody phlegm spurted out.

Ye Chen dodged very nimbly and stood up.

"Haha... If you want me to say it, you're dreaming!"

"I'm telling you! You're done! You all have to die!"

"Kill me...you will only die more miserably!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still shouting, Ye Chen's eyes turned cold.

He pointed his thumb at Li Feixue behind him, "Old man! If you don't tell me, then I'll have to ask this Miss Li to come over and deal with you."

"Huh, come on! Kill me!" The middle-aged man kept shouting, "Am I afraid of death?"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked aside.

Li Feixue had a frosty face and pointed the gun at his left leg.

"I came out of the ninja organization. I know very well what kind of virtue you are and how dirty you are secretly!" Li Feixue looked increasingly angry.

"I'll give you one last chance! Say it!"

The middle-aged man stared at her with evil eyes and shook his head gently.

"Okay..." Li Feixue loaded the gun again and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

"Ah!" The middle-aged man roared again, and finally turned into a hoarse ghost scream.

Another big hole was blasted out of his left leg, and black and red blood poured out instantly.

You can even see the pink bone marrow flowing along with it, shining under the light.

This middle-aged man felt like he was being hurt to death again, and he even wished he could be hurt to death...

However, with Ye Chen beside him, he couldn't die at all.

Ye Chen came over again, smiled and asked again.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, "You two thieves! Traitors! Devils!"

"I would never say that! Stop fucking dreaming! You bastards..."

He wanted to struggle, but he didn't dare.

Because whenever he struggled, the wound would rub against the chair.

No one can bear this kind of inhuman pain.

"You really don't want to say anything?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his expression still very determined.

"Okay..." Ye Chen stood up and walked to the side again.

Li Feixue appeared in front of the middle-aged man again.

This time, the middle-aged man was so frightened that he couldn't hold his breath, and his expression became even more livid.

Li Feixue didn't say much. She checked the magazine, and then there was a crisp sound of loading.

Every movement and every sound violently collided with the middle-aged man's psychological defense.

The next second, Li Feixue pointed the gun at his third leg.

The middle-aged man suddenly trembled all over. The pain and fear made him unable to hold back and he peed in fear...

Li Feixue looked cold and was about to pull the trigger.

"Wait! I said!" The middle-aged man surrendered.