Mo Feifan focused again on the boy pretending to be a beggar. Seeing that he was beaten and bruised all over his body, he couldn't help but think of a kind of torture. This torture would not damage people's bodies, but could destroy people's will.
He called the beating man and asked them to prepare straw paper and a basin of water. Soon, the things were ready.
"Come on, help me hold it down." Mo Feifan asked the big men who were acting on the move to hold the boy's hands and feet, and reached out to pull out a piece of paper from a stack of paper.
Maybe he guessed what he was going to do, the boy struggled and screamed loudly: "You Wang Bazhan, you have the will to kill Lao Zi. If you want me to betray Boss Zhao, go to dream."
The fear of death can always stimulate huge potential, but this is relatively speaking. It is impossible to break free from the hands of the strong men present. The men, like several mountains, pressed all their weight on the boy's limbs, making him unable to move at all.
While soaking the straw paper, Mo Feifan said leisurely: "I didn't expect that someone like Zhao Guang could have a subordinate like you who is not afraid of death. It really surprised me."
"Gangmaster Zhao has feelings and righteousness, not like you, the turtle grandsons, who can use all kinds of tricks. To be honest, if I were afraid of death, I wouldn't come."
"Okay, let me see why you are not afraid of death." As soon as Mo Feifan finished speaking, he covered the wet straw paper in his hand on his face.
The scolding came to an abrupt end.
The boy shook his head desperately, but he threw out the tough straw paper if he wanted to throw it out. He finally burst a hole in the paper in his nostrils, and Mo Feifan covered the second layer of straw paper. After only five pieces of paper were added, the boy couldn't stand it. His hands and feet had already started to twitch, and if he continued, he would die.
Seeing that he had done almost, Mo Feifan took off all the paper. The boy who was almost suffocated to death was reborn. He breathed the air greedily with his mouth and nose. Because he sucked too fast, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his entire internal organs.
After a while, he recovered and lay limply on the ground.
Mo Feifan lowered his head and asked coldly: "I don't have time to play with you. This time I'm just a warning. Next time I won't be as polite as I did just now."
The boy who had just walked through the gate of hell has no longer had the toughness he had just now. He whispered: "I said...I'll say everything. Zhao... The leader of the gang is here..."
"Are you serious?" Mo Feifan frowned and asked inquiring.
The younger brother shook his head weakly, and said with a look of ashes: "What I said is true, don't kill me... I was wrong, don't kill me."
Mo Feifan snorted coldly: "A soldier is a soldier, and a general is a nest. I thought Zhao Guang had a hard point around him, but I didn't expect that he only had this kind of virtue."
"Brother Fan, what should we do?" Li Dafeng asked.
A cold light flashed in Mo Feifan's eyes, and he clenched his fists and said, "What if I don't do, go find Zhao Guang. I want to use the heads of Zhao Guang's family to pay tribute to my uncle Yu and Aunt Chen's spirit in heaven."
"You go in person, what should you do with the funeral?"
Mo Feifan said in a dark voice: "I will entrust my funeral to Brother Hou. I hope I can take off Zhao Guang's head before the funeral."
Li Dafeng's body was shocked: "Brother Fan, I'll go with you."
The neighboring town of Liujia Town - Yang County, is a small tavern.
Mo Feifan found the owner of this tavern. When Li Dafeng was frightened, the boss honestly explained the situation of the tavern. He included more than 20 men and women in the entire tavern. The family's surname is Qian, and it is said that they came from Liujia Town to Yang County to do business. The owner of this house is an extremely ugly man. Judging from his behavior, he doesn't look like a normal business person...
Sure enough, Mo Feifan was very suspicious, and he was very sure that the man was Zhao Guang.
That night, he called Li Dafeng and the cousins of Heihu who were with him. After some arrangements, he launched a raid. The cousins of Heihu knocked off the door lock with a big axe and broke into the door. There were two confidants of Zhao Guang in the living room of the tavern. These two were drinking wine and gnawing on steamed buns. When they heard something wrong, the two were so scared that they threw away the steamed buns and wine glasses in their hands. It was too late to draw their swords.
Several black tiger cousins led by Li Dafeng flocked in. Li Dafeng was the fastest and rushed to the front of the two. With just one knife, they slashed their throats. The two covered their necks, wanted to shout but could only make a gurgling sound.
Li Dafeng kept rushing towards the innermost room. He walked in three steps, came to the door and ran into it directly. In the darkness, someone lit a few candles. The light gradually penetrated softly. The strong smell of wine and the smell of women's powder were floating in the air. The two flavors were mixed together, which was disgusting.
Li Dafeng stepped forward and lifted the quilt on the bed. He looked at the two women and one man and three naked people lying on it. Li Dafeng looked straight at the three people on the bed and said with a smile: "Hey, Zhao Guang, you old guy is quite good at enjoying it. It's great to hold two concubines with big butts."
Zhao Guang opened his eyes with difficulty, saw clearly the person coming, and said, "...you...how did you find me so quickly?"
"Haha, how can you catch the traitor in the bed if you don't feel good?" Li Dafeng said with a grim smile.
The wax light shone at the people in the hall and also showed the shadows in the hall. In the living room, except for Mo Feifan and his brothers, more than 20 men and women fell on the ground and curled up together. Or everyone lowered their heads with trembling body, unable to see their faces clearly.
Li Dafeng shouted loudly: "Bring Zhao Guang out."
The two Black Tiger cousins moved when they heard the sound and took Zhao Guang out of the group of men and women.
Zhao Guang looked up and saw a face in front of him that was a little tender and had a gloomy smile on his face. There was nothing horrible about this face, and it could even be said to be good, but when he saw this appearance, he shouted out loudly as if he had encountered a ghost.
"You...Mo...you are...Mo Feifan?" Zhao Guang showed great fear, but he didn't expect Mo Feifan to do it himself...
Mo Feifan took two steps slowly with his hands behind his back. He is still wearing the white mourning clothes, and the corners of his clothes floating slowly seemed to tell Zhao Guang that killing people will pay his life.
"Did you not expect that I would come so quickly?" Even though Mo Feifan's heart was overturned, there was still no turbulence on his face.
The calmer Mo Feifan showed, the more scared Zhao Guang showed. The muscles on the latter's face twitched and he shouted: "You, how did you find this place?"
If there is really a medicine for regret in the world, Zhao Guang will even lose everything, even if he sells his children, he will buy a pair. But reality is always reality. When Mo Feifan appears, his intestines will be regretful. Before a person does something, he should think of the possible consequences.
"Papa" Mo Feifan clapped his hands and said coldly: "I will let you die and understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the beggar-dressed gangster was taken to Zhao Guang by two men. When he saw Zhao Guang, the calm man who had just become excited immediately. He knelt on the ground with a plop, lowering his head without any shame.
"So it's you." Zhao Guang's eyes were about to break: "You damn traitor, I'm treating you very well. Since you colluded with outsiders to kill me."
"Enough", Mo Feifan waved his hand and interrupted Zhao Guang: "Do you think I can't find you without him? Today he is going to die, you are going to die, all of you are going to die."
Mo Feifan's heart was twitching, looking at Zhao Guang like a dead dog. He pulled out a man from the crowd near him and slammed his neck viciously. This man was Zhao Guang's eldest son, named Zhao Ming. He had no ability, but he could eat, drink, bet and gambling.
Although Mo Feifan was not tall, his fingers were very strong. After a while, Zhao Ming rolled his eyes and foam began to spit out at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing his son's life hanging on a thread, Zhao Guang screamed: "Let him go, let him go." He was about to rush forward to save his son from Mo Feifan's hand, but before he could move, he was dragged by several big men and could not move at all."
"I will also let you taste the loss of a loved one." At this moment, Mo Feifan's blood was cold, and his eyes emitted the fierce light of a beast.
He bit his teeth and crushed Zhao Ming's throat with inch force. Zhao Ming's neck tilted, and blood immediately flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and dripped on the former's snow-white mourning uniform. Li Dafeng had killed many people, and he knew that this person would not be able to survive no matter what.
Seeing that his son's hands were urging weakly, Zhao Guangxin was cold. He shouted, "Tomorrow, tomorrow, my tomorrow, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you? Talk, answer your father."
At this time, Zhao Guang had deeply felt the pain of losing his loved ones, but it was too late. People always have to pay the price for what they have done.
Mo Feifan threw the dead body in front of Zhao Guang and said calmly: "You choose yourself, who will be the turn next?"
The last sentence was yelled from Mo Feifan's throat. He could no longer control himself and burst out all his resentment.
Seeing his son lying on the ground, Zhao Guang burst into tears with a loud voice. His cry immediately caused a series of reactions. Zhao Guang's family members also started to cry and howl.
He pulled out a newly polished hatchet from under the mourning clothes and sent it into Zhao Guangyuan's rolling belly: "Since you don't say it, I will choose it myself." Feeling the chill of steel cutting through the flesh, Zhao Guang's eyes suddenly became clear. He smiled bitterly with difficulty: "I... will never be able to fight you..."
"Kill me, no one left." Mo Feifan knew the importance of killing the weeds and roots. In order not to cause trouble in the future, he had to do this.
You live to the death and live to the death, and the strong will survive. This cannot be blamed for Mo Feifan for being cruel. If you are not cruel, others will be cruel, and you will only fall by yourself.
A day later, more than 20 people, including Zhao Guang, placed their heads in front of the coffin of Yu Lin and his wife.