Chapter 162 Jun Wumo takes out his anger on his wife, so cruel!

Song Qiao was speechless. For ordinary people, the title of nephew of the Prince's Mansion Manager is very useful.

But here, it’s useless!

Jun Wumo walked up to him and asked, "Which hand did you use to hug her?"

Song Qiao cried and did not dare to speak.

Jun Wumo reached out and tapped Song Qiao's left shoulder: "Is it here?"

Song Qiao shook his head.

Jun Wumo sighed softly, and suddenly grabbed his left shoulder and crushed it hard!

"Ah!" A shrill scream came out, echoing throughout the prison.

Jun Wumo turned a deaf ear and pointed at his right shoulder:

"Is it this arm?"

Song Qiao was frightened and continued to shake his head desperately.

Jun Wumo hummed: "You were hugging me, so I touched you, right? Then it's all useless!"

This time he didn't do anything himself, turned around and walked out.

"Wuyan leaves it to you."

Wu Yan understood instantly.

He took a step forward and picked up a big hammer next to him and shouted:

"It turns out you were bullying Miss Lin. It's very good, so just smash it all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the big hammer and smashed Song Qiao's right shoulder, and then his entire arm.

Then the whole left arm, then the whole left leg and the whole right leg.

He hit it very hard, not all at once, but so hard that the bones were broken into pieces.

His limbs were crippled, and Song Qiao had completely fainted.

At this time, the guard came in, glanced at Song Qiao and asked:

"What are we going to do with this guy?"

Wu Yan snorted coldly: "Throw him back to the Song family. Our prince doesn't like killing!"

"Yes!" the guard agreed.

The two of them were dragging people out and were about to go out when Wuyan stopped them again: "Wait a minute!"

The guard stopped and looked at Wu Yan in confusion.

Wu Yan walked over and looked at Song Qiao, who had fainted completely:

"Forgot to lose a leg!"

As soon as he stepped on it, one of his legs was crushed.

"Let's go!"

The guard agreed, grabbed the smashed arm, and dragged him away!

How can people still survive when they are like this?

Before being sent to the Song family, Song Qiao was already dead.

However, Song Qiao was thrown in from the outside, and his family didn't know who did it. Let alone the manager of the prince's mansion, there was nothing he could do, even if he was the prince's nephew.

Let's talk about Jun Wumo here. After cleaning up Song Qiao, he went to see the old bustard and a few thugs.

Jun Wumo didn't bother to talk to the madam anymore, so he asked Ru Wumo to investigate the dirty things the old madam had done and just throw him in jail.

However, the thug who was injured by Lin Jiumian caught Jun Wumo's attention.

"Is this a hidden weapon?" he asked the military medical officer while looking at the wound.

The military medical officer nodded: "It should be something like an iron egg ball, but I'm not sure what kind of hidden weapon it is."

Jun Wumo thought for a moment, reached out directly into the thug's wound, and pulled out the bullet.

He looked at the warhead and felt that it was unusual.

He just took the warhead and left.

The thug behind him howled in pain, but Jun Wumo waved his hand without looking back:

"Handed!"

When the words fell, others had already gone back to camp.

The military medical officer followed soon after.

"My lord, it's time to put some medicine on your face."

Jun Wumo hummed, and the military medical officer stepped forward and took off his mask, and then dug off the rotten flesh on his face, revealing an originally handsome but slightly red face.
Chapter completed!