In the bloody cell, Zhang Fan lay on the ground covered in blood like a dead dog.
His face was severely deformed, and his bones were abstractly skewed, not like a human being. It was stained with sweat, as if he had gone to a dyer's shop and was covered in bruises and bruises. There was no intact part, and his hair was torn off in large swaths.
The bald man is still bald, even if his own mother came here, she would never recognize him.
What's even more miserable is that all ten of his fingers have been broken off, swollen and purple, and the slightest touch causes heartbreaking pain.
But the expression on his face was one of relief, at least his life had been saved.
Long Buhua didn't dare to kill him. He knew very well how powerful his family was. If he died, countless people would be buried with him.
Long Buhua would never dare to kill him!
On the contrary, those who cannot escape death are immortal.
He dared to beat him into such a miserable state, and cruelly broke off all his fingers one by one. He had only tried such cruel methods on others, and now he was used by others on himself. It was simply outrageous.
!
Zhang Fan swore in his heart that he would retaliate hundreds or thousands of times in the future. He would skin the dragon Bubad and convulse it, and execute him in Ling Chi. The bones and dregs would be minced and fed to the dogs. Not only that, but he would also be killed.
All his relatives and friends experienced the most cruel punishment in the world, making everyone in the Long family worse than death!
His thoughts became clearer and clearer, and he felt that a happy revenge was just around the corner. He couldn't help but smile with a bloody mouth: "Just wait, your retribution is coming soon."
Long Buhua, who was washing his hands, ignored him and turned to Wang Ying, who was standing in the corner with his mobile phone: "Did you take pictures of everything?"
"Sir, it was filmed."
"Shoot, shoot what?"
Zhang Fan immediately became nervous and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"What are you going to do!?"
"It's nothing." Long Buhua said calmly, "It's just treating the other person in his own way."
After saying that, he approached Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan was so scared that he peed. He felt a bone-chilling killing intent. Long Buhua really wanted to kill him this time!
"Wait! You can't kill me!"
Long Buhuai raised his feet and hung in the air. He was no longer in a hurry to kill him, so he tilted his head and asked in confusion, "Why?"
"If you kill me, all nine of your clans will be buried with you!"
"Wrong." Long Buhua corrected him coldly, "It is your Zhang family who will be buried with the whole nine clans."
"a ha ha ha!"
Zhang Fan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if he had heard some big joke.
"Let our Zhang family be buried with us? Hahaha, ahhahaha! Do you really know what you are talking about? It's really laughable!
Sure enough, he is a little person who has never been on the stage, ignorant, sitting in a well and looking at the sky! I'm afraid you can't imagine how powerful our Zhang family is, right? Let me tell you directly, with the strength of our Zhang family, even if Longzhou is destroyed, our family will definitely
Will not die!"
"Is it?"
Long Buhua said expressionlessly: "How about we make a bet?"
"A bet? What bet?"
"Next, I will break both of your legs. If you can hold back your screams, then I will admit that your Zhang family is capable and let you live."
Zhang Fan's eyes, which had already been red and swollen from crying, instantly lit up.
Although the Zhang family doesn't need Long Buhua to be spared at all, he can survive!
It seems that this dragon is really scared!
I am obviously scared, but I am too embarrassed to give in. It is really ridiculous to find such a step for myself.
Zhang Fan sneered and scorned in his heart, and then heard Long Buhua say: "On the contrary, if you can't help but scream out, then all of your Zhang family will have to go to hell. I, Long Buhua, will kill all the members of your family.
"
"What?"
He suddenly couldn't figure it out again. Is the dragon Buhua afraid or not? What if he really couldn't help but cry out?
Will Long Buhua let him go, or kill him?
He felt that there was a high probability that he would be let go, because once he died, things would definitely be irreversible. There would be a bloody storm in Longjing, and his grandfather would definitely issue a hegemonic annihilation order that would extend to three generations of his ancestors.
Everyone who has anything to do with the Long family will inevitably die.
But no matter what, he didn't dare to gamble. What if Long Buhua really went crazy and wanted to kill him even if his own nine clans were killed?
So he vowed to be patient and not scream when his legs were broken. For him who had just broken ten fingers, there was nothing he couldn't beat.
"Okay, come on."
Zhang Fan nodded and gritted his teeth and agreed.
Click!
Long Buhua raised his foot and stepped on his left leg. The severe pain that penetrated into the bone marrow hit his brain, causing his body to go crazy and twitching, and he almost couldn't help but scream.
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Fan desperately covered his mouth with his purple and swollen hands, and managed to hold back the severe pain, which almost killed him.
The once arrogant Mr. Zhang was now as embarrassed as he wanted. He was lying on the blood-stained ground panting like crazy. He was sweating profusely in pain, with snot and tears streaming down his face, but he didn't dare to scream.
He found that being like this was too much torture. He couldn't hold back the inhuman pain without screaming, and he lost the channel to vent it. It was equivalent to enduring all the pain, and it was a hundred times more uncomfortable than breaking his teeth and swallowing it in his stomach.
But for the sake of his own life, he could only endure it desperately.
One more, and one last, come on, you can do it Zhang Fan!
Zhang Fan cheered himself up crazily in his heart. He swore that he had never worked so hard. Ever since he was a child, he could get everything without working hard. He had long been accustomed to being domineering and doing whatever he wanted. He was so desperate at this moment because of his strong desire to survive.
What came out was simply torture to the extreme.
Click!
It was another heart-wrenching experience, this time it was ten times more painful than before, making Zhang Fan almost crazy.
He opened his swollen eyes to the limit, only to realize that his right leg had been stepped on and folded in half. The broken bone slag pierced the skin and was bloody and exposed in the air. It looked extremely horrifying!
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Fan tried his best to cover his mouth. The severe pain this time had almost exceeded the limit of his endurance. All ten of his swollen and purple fingers were bleeding, and he almost screamed.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, that is, he could die, but his integrity as the grandson of Zhang Ge could not be lost!
Relying on this arrogance that transcended life and death, he finally succeeded in holding back. After this unprecedented severe pain, the ensuing sense of exhaustion completely overwhelmed him, and he fainted.
But soon, the severe pain in his leg woke him up.
When he saw Long Buhuai using a bandage to heal his broken leg, he asked in horror: "You, what are you doing?"
Long Buhuai showed a chilling smile.
"Isn't this obvious? Of course, I'll heal your legs before you do it again."
"What?"
Zhang Fan couldn't believe his ears and asked blankly: "You want to heal my leg and then break it again?"
"Smart, you guessed it right."
Zhang Fan collapsed instantly and roared like crazy.
"You can't do this! This is cheating, this is despicable and shameless cheating!"
"Why are you cheating?" Long Buhua asked doubtfully, "Did I just say that I would only break your leg once?"
"you!?"
Zhang Fan finally understood what Long Buhuai was doing, which was to make him wander back and forth between hope and despair, toying with his spirit and destroying his will!
"Uh-huh!"
The shrill and desperate screams soared into the sky, roaring wildly in the dark underground prison, deafening.
"you lose."
Long Buhua's calm voice sounded above his head, and Zhang Fan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The arrogant young man suddenly stopped screaming. He smiled miserably, and then he hit his head and died on the ground.