"I'll kill you now, do you believe it? I'll ask you to accompany your companions to Yuzai, do you believe it?" Liang Chen gently lifted the toes, and picked up the sword that had already thrown Matsui on the ground, held it in his hand, slowly lifted his clothes one by one, and then cut open his underwear, revealing the strong abdominal muscles inside, proving that he is usually a person who exercises very hard.

"You, you don't keep your word. You said you would spare me just now..." Matsui kicked his legs desperately, gasping heavily, and howled.

"When you invaded China, we had countless compatriots begging under your bayonets. Why didn't we let our breasts go at that time?" Liang Chen roared and questioned.

"That's all my business. I was born after the 1980s and had never experienced those things. It was just because my father was a far rightist and forced me to join the Qiandao Political and Economic Department that I joined. I was wronged..." Matsui whined desperately, kicking his legs.

"Puchi..." The two subordinates behind Liang Chen couldn't help laughing out loud.[

This kid, for his life, brought out his father as a scapegoat. He is such a complete coward.

A smile flashed in Liang Chen's eyes, but it was then replaced by Dasheng's chill.

"I don't care about this. I just want to kill people and vent my anger now, especially to kill you, the Fusang devils who ran to China again to vent their anger." Liang Chen's face showed a fierce look. The extremely cold tip of the knife had already touched his lower abdomen, and suddenly he went downstairs hard.

Matsui felt that the entire lower abdomen was cold in an instant, and the severe pain came. The crotch immediately "punched" sound, and the feces and urine flowed in the same way, and the smell was sour. When his eyes turned white, he fainted.

"I'm afraid of death and being so scared. It seems that the Qiandao Political and Economic Department is nothing great, and it has not cultivated many outstanding talents." Liang Chen shook his head, let go, threw Matsui there, and took back the saber.

A drop of blood drooped from the knife, but Matsui was not dead, but there was a shallow blood mark on his lower abdomen, and there was not much blood flowing, and it was not a big deal.

"Take him into the car and let's go." Liang Chen looked at him disdainfully, put on his clothes again, and told the two subordinates.

"Yes, Brother Chen." The two subordinates responded and began to pull the guy into the car.

Matsui finally woke up, and I don’t know how long it took, one day or a month.

After waking up, he was frightened to find that everything around him was so strange. He was lying in a small and wet basement. There were mice in which corner screaming and screaming, echoing in the empty and quiet secret room, making his scalp numb.

He sat up slowly, and he immediately lowered his head to look at his belly. He lifted up the clothes that had become two pairs of pairs of clothes. He sighed in a long sigh. It seemed that Liang Chen had really not broken his promise and had not killed himself.

However, what followed was even more frightened in his heart. He didn't kill himself, what was he going to do? Does he want to continue to torture himself for more days?

Should I cut myself into pieces, or should I chop off my limbs and make it into a human urn? Or...
Chapter completed!