The sound of the Burmese knife cutting Yan Fenghuo's body continued to sound, and the blood was sprinkled all over the ground as he tried his best to avoid it, and it was shocking.
Yan Fenghuo really had no resistance at all. The only thing he could do was to dodge and dodge again and again to keep himself alive.
Xiao He, who was dozens of meters away, was going crazy. No matter how loudly he shouted, it was of no avail. The usually obedient Tianpu actually lost control.
"Damn it, stop it!!!" Xiao He clenched his fists, his face lost its usual calmness and gentleness, it flushed red, and veins popped up on his forehead.
He never thought about killing Yan Fenghuo, because he knew what the relationship between him and Yan Fenghuo was. But now that God wanted to kill him, he stood here and was helpless. For him, Yan Fenghuo was the only thing he had
One of two relatives. This is his nephew, his sister's child, and his father's grandson.
The entire family was gone, only brother and sister Yan Fenghuo were left, and he would not let Yan Fenghuo die under any circumstances.
"Kill him!" Xiao He's face showed a strong murderous intent, and he instructed the armed personnel responsible for protecting him in the manor to attack Heavenly Punishment.
At this moment, his selfishness had the absolute upper hand. Maybe there were many unknown stories between him and Tianpu, but in the face of this situation, he did not hesitate to choose to kill Tianpu and leave Yan Fenghuo behind.
Several figures rushed forward, drew out their daggers, and swung them murderously towards Heavenly Punishment.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!..."
The sound of the blade cutting through the skin was heard, and the several armed men who rushed forward stood there in a daze, with a clear cross-shaped scar appearing on each of their faces.
Pale flesh, open wounds, blood rushing from inside to outside...
"Bang!"
An armed man knelt heavily on the ground, his face facing down, and blood dripped down in a line.
Immediately afterwards, the remaining people fell to the ground in different postures and died with their eyes wide open.
The bloody cross-shaped scar was so terrifying that people suspected that they were encountering a devil crawling out of hell.
"God's punishment, I beg you!!!" Xiao He roared feebly.
He had to watch Yan Fenghuo being tortured to death bit by bit by heaven's punishment. For a moment, Xiao He's eyes turned red, with tears filling them.
Crying? No one has ever said that Xiao He cried, and no one has ever thought that Xiao He would cry. In the eyes of everyone, he is a cold-blooded businessman who is purely profit-seeking. Cold-blooded people never have tears, and cold-blooded people never cry.
To have so-called feelings.
But Xiao He really shed tears because of despair. He clearly remembered that he shed tears three times in his life, once when his father was persecuted to death, once when his mother died, and once when his sister in China passed away.
When his three closest relatives died, he was not around. When his father passed away, he was still a teenager in Singapore; when his mother passed away, he was on the road of struggle; when his sister passed away, he was in a Chinese think tank, and he was an absolute figure.
An agent who cannot be leaked.
But now he could only watch his only nephew die under the sword of heaven's punishment, which made him feel despair again.
Xiao He is indifferent, mercenary and does not have much emotion. This is the common understanding of everyone. But the people who follow him, the most caring people, know that Xiao He is a person of flesh and blood, and his emotions are more delicate than anyone else's.
.It’s just that the environment is different, so you have to carefully put away your original feelings.
Perhaps many people will say that politicians and businessmen are cold-blooded animals. That is because you are not one of their people, so you do not understand their true heart at all.
Xiao He, who could not control the natural punishment, stared at Yan Fenghuo who was covered in blood. He knew that Yan Fenghuo was completely hopeless...
Indeed, at this time, Yan Fenghuo's body was covered with cross-shaped stab wounds. Tianpu seemed to be playing a game of eagle and chicken. He was not in a hurry to kill him, but was playing with him little by little.
Chest, back, thighs, arms... Except for his cheeks, the flesh on all parts of Yan Fenghuo's body was rolling. Every step he took would leave a deep bloody footprint. It was so horrible that he turned into a completely bloody man.
If you look at it suddenly, you will really think that Yan Fenghuo has been cruelly skinned, which is shocking and terrifying.
"Tsk! Tsk!"
Another cross-shaped stab wound covered the original stab wound on the chest. As the sound passed through, you could clearly see that the rolled skin and flesh showed a second roll, revealing the pale fat and muscles. The blood inside was no longer flowing.
It's just seeping out, just like capillary bleeding, slowly seeping out, staining the pale and red fat muscles.
There was too much blood. Yan Fenghuo no longer lost too much blood, but was in a serious situation that he was about to die from excessive blood loss.
"Hahaha...hahahaha..." Yan Fenghuo, who looked like a bloody man, staggered and let out a miserable laugh.
Laughter will pull the muscles of the body, and in the laughter, bright red blood will drip down one after another.
Laughter, Yan Fenghuo likes to laugh, a bright smile, a sneer, a happy smile, a naughty smile... But no matter what kind of smile, it is not as good as the smile he had when facing a desperate situation in life.
This kind of smile is full of magnanimity, full of fearlessness, full of arrogance and disdain. He is afraid of death. He has always been afraid of death, but when he truly reaches the desperate situation of life, he is no longer afraid.
You are not afraid of living, but you are so damn afraid of death?! You have no right to be afraid of someone who is about to die. Your fear will only make the enemy laugh happily, and will only make them feel full of achievements - instead of doing this, why?
Don't let them feel fear, why don't you leave a shadow on their psychology, why don't you give them a try, let them know fear, know that you are a ruthless person who will not close your eyes after death, and will be a fierce ghost after death.
Role!
"Come on!" Yan Fenghuo bared his teeth, raised the Nepalese saber in his right hand and pointed at his heart, holding back his dizziness and shouting to the sky: "Poke the knife in and see if I die standing or kneeling.
Hahaha... God's punishment, I will give you one last chance, if you can't kill me, then your death will come!!!"
Confidence? No, this is arrogant. He doesn't even have the strength to resist in the face of heaven's punishment, but he still dares to say such arrogance... But this is Yan Fenghuo, he is such a person, full of wildness, arrogance and domineering,
Arrogant and unruly.
When you piss him off, even if you are Obama, you are just a dog in front of him. He firmly believes and is confident that his power is enough to sweep everything, no matter how powerful the other party is, no matter how powerful the other party is.
"Roar!" Yan Fenghuo suddenly roared and took a fierce step forward.
Tianxing's expression remained unchanged, but his brows twitched slightly.
"Roar!!" Yan Fenghuo took another step forward, widened his eyes and roared again.
Upon hearing this roar, Tianpu's eyes changed, from calm to vigilant.
"roar!!!"
"puff!"
The third explosive roar sounded loudly, accompanied by the sound of the saber piercing the body.
Yan Fenghuo bared his teeth like a wolf and thrust the Nepalese army knife into his chest with his backhand.
The moment the saber pierced his chest, a completely berserk creature emerged from the sky.
Tianpu's expression changed, he became vigilant and nervous, and the murderous intent deep in his pupils was released without reservation, facing the fierce beast that was about to counterattack crazily before it died...!