And in the fleeting years, the hatred for the two of them had been accumulated for three years, and suddenly exploded. At that time, her eyes were so vicious, she really wanted them to die.
However, she still chose to use the cleanest and most just method, the law.
However, before the law punished them, Yi Zheng had no reason to let them go. He got in the car and made an "ok" gesture to the little milk bag.
Xu Huaisha followed with a smile: "There are many ways to prevent people from being hurt at all, but still suffering from pain. We just need to ensure that they can go to court normally."
Yi Zheng nodded, with a cold aura: "To deal with such a dirty brother and sister, you have to use the most dirty method to relieve your hatred. As for going to jail, it will be easier to handle. I have many ways to make them sad."
Anyone who dares to touch him is undoubtedly seeking death.
You're lucky in the first three days, I'll let you go, but I really need to vent my anger that I've been holding in for three days.
Yi Zheng's sinister smile, this man whose appearance is as perfect and clean as an artist's most exquisite carving, when he gets angry and his whole body is stained with the bloody aura of the Dark One, it is a sense of coquettishness that shakes the world.
It makes people's souls shake with its beauty.
It seems that the dark side is the most real him.
The sunlight hitting his face was just an illusion.
——————————————————In the afternoon of that day, hk acquired Song Corporation.
The Song Building was sealed, and this company that once dominated the city with one hand has officially come to an end.
Dozens of media outlets were waiting outside the door to interview Song Heng and Song Ying, the former heads of the Song family. However, unexpectedly, no one could find the brother and sister.
In fact, when Song Heng and Song Ying came out of the fleeting ward, they were kidnapped by Yi Zheng, packed up and thrown into an abandoned factory.
Yi Zheng specially told them to treat them politely, so they only received a light beating and then were tied to a chair to wait for Yi Zheng's punishment. But Song Heng and Song Ying were both wealthy people. How could they have ever suffered such a crime?
, and was immediately frightened.
Song Heng had no choice but to keep pleading: "Please, please let us go. I am the eldest son of the Song family. My family has a lot of money. How much do you want? Ten million, is it enough?"
Yi Shiqi, who had just returned from abroad, lifted Song Heng's chin and sneered: "Young Master?"
Song Heng nodded repeatedly.
Yi Shiqi slapped him away: "Just you? A young man with a lot of debt! If you were the young man, I would be Bill Gates!"
Yi Shiqi was the sniper in this team. Although he was best at long-range attacks, he was still an expert. With this slap, Song Heng spit out a mouthful of blood and his jaw was dislocated.
"Ahhhh..."
Song Ying screamed from the side.
Yi Shiqi looked ugly: "Gag her mouth. I don't beat women, I only play with them to death."
Soon, both Song Heng and Song Ying were gagged by the smelly socks under someone's feet.
The world finally became quiet. Yi Shiqi leaned against the wall, crossed his arms and looked at his cold and sinister friend: "Hey, you think the boss is asking us to deal with this waste, is it too much to kill a chicken with a knife?"
"How often has the boss not ordered us to do trivial things like this? He treats us completely like handymen."
Yi Shiwu is a cold and stern man. He is a veteran of the special forces. He is employed by this arms dealer because of the high salary. His sexual orientation is said to be gender-neutral, and he prefers dry roads compared to waterways.
So as soon as he came in, he looked at Song Heng. Very good, he was still a virgin!
While they were talking, they heard a "bump" sound.
The door of the abandoned factory was slammed open by a sports car, and everyone couldn't help but look at the door.
Lamborghini's limited-edition sports car crashed recklessly in the old factory. One look revealed the style of a certain willful young man. Yi Shishi and others were so big-headed that they had the urge to shoot the driver, but considering that
High wages, this idea can only be given up. In the end, everyone stayed for half a second, and then moved away in tacit agreement.
Everyone chose to forget Song Heng and Song Ying who were tied to the stools.
And the black Lamborghini just ran over the two of them, with dazzling headlights and arrogant posture, one hundred and sixty yards, one hundred and eighty, two hundred...
The closer you get, the faster you go!
Song Heng and Song Ying had never seen such symptoms before. Seeing the sports car crashing into them but not even having the strength to dodge, it was undoubtedly a huge fear. Their hearts beat to the highest point, and their souls were frightened.
Gone……
Song Ying screamed "wuwu" and burst into tears. Experiencing death with her own eyes is the real horror, and every second before death is undoubtedly a kind of suffering.
Song Heng was even worse. His legs never stopped shaking. When the heat between his legs became hot, he actually became incontinent.
The Lamborghini was getting closer and closer to the two of them, like the footsteps of the God of Death. It was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the engine was as terrifying as the footsteps of the God of Death.
Ten meters, five meters, one meter...
Compared to a sports car, this is less than a second.
Yu Song Heng and Song Ying seemed to have been stretched infinitely, as if they were a whole light year away.
Ten centimeters away from the two of them.
The car suddenly stalled.
Yi Zheng sat in the car and looked at the two embarrassed people in front of him with a sneer.
For a waste of this level to be his opponent would be an insult to him.
Yi Zheng got out of the car, smelling the sour smell in the air, and twitched the corners of his lips mockingly.
The little milk bag also came down. He actually has a slight mysophobia. Seeing this scene of incontinence and smelly socks, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.
Yi Zheng rolled his eyes and looked at the group of live treasure men: "Hey, Nineteen, please put your socks on."
Yi Jiu was very young, and his appearance was extremely pink. At this time, he scratched his head and ran over, pulling the socks out of their mouths and putting them on.
As soon as the shoes are taken off, it smells terrible.
The veins on Xiao Huaisha's forehead were twitching. He could just imagine what it must be like to be a stinky baby that hasn't been washed for hundreds of years. People like Yi Dongjun are so weird! The methods used to treat people are so vicious!
The factory was very big, and Song Ying was taken to the other side by Seventeen and Nineteen for torture.
And Fifteen stayed here, accompanying Yi Zheng and Xiao Naibao.
"Tell me, who paid you to assassinate Xu Liunian?" Yi Zheng asked, this was what he was most concerned about.
Song Heng's eyes flashed, and he said timidly: "What kind of assassination? Isn't Fleeting Time in the hospital a good time?"
He is actually pretending to be innocent...
This disguise is so fake that you can even distinguish it with your toes.
"Song Heng, you really think that the whole world is as stupid as you!" Yi Zheng sneered, "Hitting someone with your car didn't have a big impact on you. You didn't feel anything after you peed. Do you want me to do it again?
Once again, I guarantee that this time you will be paralyzed and unable to speak."
Yi Zheng was so cold, his whole body was like an ice cellar, and his aura was frozen within a hundred miles. If it weren't for the real murderer behind the scenes, he would have just killed her.
Little Naibao also thought this was the funniest joke in the world, and he supported him: "How about you let me drive? I have never driven a car. It feels very powerful to hit someone with a car for the first time."
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There was a pure smile on the lips of the little girl, but the words she spoke were as vicious as a devil.
Such a kid actually thought of hitting someone with his car.
Yi Zheng smiled slightly, rubbed the little girl's head, and said dotingly: "Go, fasten your seat belt. Then you just need to keep accelerating. The car performs well, and you will be fine no matter what you hit.
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"OK!"
Xiao Naibao nodded obediently and got into the car. The key was still there. He started the car and started to reverse.
The palm-sized baby can't even see his head driving the car. The entire Lamborghini looks like it is driverless.
"Is this far enough?" The little girl poked her head out of the window.
"The further away, the easier it will be." Yi Zheng warned.
"Oh!" The little nanny was very obedient and backed up the car again.
The conversation between the two people seemed as casual as they were talking about eating, but in fact, what they were discussing was not about cars, but how to kill someone with a car.
Song Heng was frightened again and still has lingering fears.
But this time, the feeling of being hit by a child was really much scarier than that of Yi Zheng.
Yi Zheng is a driver and naturally controls the car very well.
But little Huaisha is just a five-year-old child. What kind of car can he drive? He can't even reach the brakes with his feet from where he is sitting.
Song Heng felt that he was going crazy, and his legs were shaking like a sieve.
He wanted to simply tell the person behind the scenes, but he didn't even know who that person was. How to say it? How to say it?
"Enough here!" Xiao Naibao shouted again, as if to remind Song Heng how long he still had to live.
"That's enough. I'll stand aside. You drive in a straight line without turning the steering wheel." Yi Zheng patted Song Heng's shoulder in a friendly manner and stepped aside. With a few gentle pats, Song Heng was able to escape from his body.
His soul was photographed back.
The bloody reality is that a five-year-old child drove a car and tried to hit him.
He was so scared that he started crying.
Sobbing slightly, he said: "I said, I will tell you everything. I will tell you everything you ask."
But no one heard the sound. The little girl drove the Lamborghini, which was famous for its weirdness, and started to accelerate and crashed into it crazily.
The favorite feeling for anyone who has driven a sports car is the feeling of acceleration, as if the whole world cannot stop him, as if all obstacles can be crushed. The little girl fell in love with this feeling at this moment,
I kept accelerating crazily, and there was a desire in my heart clamoring to rush over, rush over...
No matter what is in front of you, just rush towards it.
The car was getting faster and faster, and it was getting closer and closer to Song Heng.
Song Heng was still begging frantically: "Stop, I beg you, please, brake!"
But no one paid attention to him. He looked at the crazy Lamborghini and closed his eyes with trembling.
This time, it was the soul that was trembling.
"squeak……"
The emergency brake sound sounded, and the sports car was already close to him. At that moment, Song Heng felt the huge pressure of the sports car and the hurricane it brought out.