When he returned to his wooden house, Su Mu fell asleep.
He didn't leave the house for two consecutive days.
The third night.
Su Mushen reached the third level without knowing it.
With Sarutobi Daibo as his inner support, everything will go smoothly.
The person he is looking for today is called Ping Zhongdu.
The Ping family is directly descended from a real power clan.
Unlike the underground, this is an extremely high-end room.
The area is 200 square meters, and it is also complete.
It was simply an unblocked conference inside.
More than a dozen women, just one man, wears almost nothing on his body.
Originally, these people were so drunk that they couldn't find them to the north. Su Mu rushed in like a ghost, easily causing more than a dozen women to faint.
He pulled a piece of clothing, wrapped it in Pingzhongdu, held it in his hand and left.
Returning to the underground world, he came to the secret room arranged by Sarutobi Daibo, and threw Hiraki to the ground like a dead dog.
Bang!
A basin of foot washing water poured over.
"Hey, wake up."
Ping Zhongdu jumped up with a sensation, his eyes emitting fierce light:
"Baga, who is the fuck...! Who are you? I am...!"
Pingzhongdu has some strength, but not much.
He suddenly woke up and jumped up and stared at Su Mu.
Su Mu looked at him with no concern:
"Who is Ping Zhengsheng?"
Ping Zhongdu was shocked:
"Baga, how can you call your noble Lord Sheng? How do you know him? Who are you? Why am I here?"
Su Mu slapped directly in the face, crisp and loud:
"Your mother's gosh."
When did Ping Zhongdu suffer such humiliation? His face instantly became extremely ugly.
But he was not stupid. He knew that the other party could tie him up at the Shinto headquarters. How could he be an ordinary person?
Threats or something are basically useless, being serious is more important to know the other party's purpose
He endured it for a long time before he looked at Su Mu and said:
"I know you, you are that bodyguard."
Su Mu walked up to him with a smile:
"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Ping Zhongdu was stunned:
"Why did you kill me?"
Su Mu said:
"Ping Zhengsheng spent money to kill your life."
Ping Zhongdu almost jumped up, but soon became silent.
But then he looked at Su Mu with a grin:
"Boy, you are so brave."
"I admit you have some skills, but if you want to sow discord, don't dream."
Su Mu smiled:
"Ping Zhengsheng slept with your woman, right? You were sent here, right?"
Ping Zhongdu's eyes finally changed.
"Damn it! You... did he send you in to kill me? Who are you?"
Su Mu glanced at him, with a strange smile on his face:
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you're going to die."
Ping Zhongdu is not stupid either, he sneered:
"You dare not kill me, and Hiramasaki doesn't dare to kill me, I'm in my hands..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
Su Mu's heart moved, but he shook his head gently:
"Call out the things in your hand and I can make you die a little more happy, otherwise, I can guarantee that you will regret coming to this world."
Ping Zhongdu grinned:
"Boy, do you think I was scared?"
Su Mu curled his lips:
"Why don't you say you are from the TV University?"
Ping Zhongdu didn’t know what this meme meant.
Su Mu said with some regret:
"There's nothing, I can only use some means. By the way, you have a daughter, right?"
"Baga, I'll kill..."
Ping Zhongdu suddenly jumped up, his face full of hideous horror.
Su Mu kicked him directly, and the opponent rolled for several laps before he hit the corner.
Ping Zhongdu stared at Su Mu:
"You dare not kill me!"
"Boy, I am a noble member of the Ping clan, and even Hiramatsu is not qualified to kill me."
"I know his background. If I die, everything about him will be exposed. Do you know the power of the Pingshi? The Pingshi has the final say in this country."
"If you kill me, you will definitely die."
"Why don't you do this? I'll give you money. How about you doing things for me? With this money, you can be a rich man in any part of the world. Why be a killer?"
Su Mu didn't say anything, but just looked at the other person with a smile.
Ping Zhongdu's eyes have changed.
The more he says, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is.
"What do you... want?"
Su Mu walked over slowly.
"Stop struggling."
"I don't lack the little money you have. I'm richer than ordinary people. Of course, I'm more professional than ordinary killers and more torture. How do you want to die?"
"Haha, if I want to torture you, there are some means!"
Ping Zhongdu gritted his teeth and refused to speak.
Su Mu shrugged and said with a smile:
"I know there is a very fun trick. Do you want to try it?"
Before the other party could speak, Su Mu got up and began to tinker.
"I also met a very tough guy back then. He was from A Sanguo and practiced a yoga technique."
"The ancient yoga he practiced is not the shaping technique practiced by women who are full and have nothing to do now."
"That's a very powerful magical skill."
"This kind of yoga technique can not only control one's own pain, but also pretend to die."
"Guess, how do I deal with him?"
Ping Zhongdu's face began to sweat, but he still didn't speak.
Su Mu continued with a smile:
"I stripped his clothes."
"Then I dug a big hole in the ground, buried him in, shaved his hair with a razor, and gently made a hole in his scalp."
Ping Zhongdu finally spoke:
"What's there? I'm not scared."
Su Mu smiled lightly:
"Then I applied a little honey on that hole and put 10,000 African gold-eating ants. The ants as big as the chopstick head were gnawing and gnawing. In less than a day, I could get a complete skeleton
And a perfect human skin.”
Ping Zhongdu suddenly became cold all over his body.
He only felt that there seemed to be an extra hole in his forehead bleeding.
What kind of horrible means is this?
mean!
Vague!
Shameless!
It is simply a disgrace to the spirit of Bushido.
Su Mu laughed:
"I have another way. When I was in Europe, I used it several times to deal with white-skinned pigs."
"I took off all the people, shave off all the hairs on my body, and then used warm water to soak the eggs for you, then wrapped them with rubber bands, and then gently tapped them with chopsticks. By the way, you guys are here
Are there chopsticks? Embroidery needles are OK."
Ping Zhongdu finally collapsed, and he shouted in horror: