440: C440 Thank You for Giving Me the Reason to Kill You

C440 Thank You for Giving Me the Reason to Kill You

In order to host this year's Business World Cup, Imperial Society had specially arranged the second floor to be a resting room, just for the guests to rest up for the time being.

Zhang Yaoming, who had entered the lounge with a sad face, sat down on the sofa, picked up a glass from the table and smashed it onto the carpet.

Zhang Yaoming had dominated Jingdu City for so many years, but when had he ever suffered such a loss, especially with so many people guarding him. Moreover, the other party was an unknown private enterprise's Little Boss and a foreign foreign girl.

Thinking about how embarrassed he was after getting slapped by Nier, the surrounding guests looked at him with disdain, and they had the urge to burn this clubhouse, then pull Nier here to commit adultery before killing her!

Regardless of whether it was Imperial Society or Nier, both were existences that he could not afford to offend. Especially the latter.

The Ion Fund that swept across the entire Eurasian continent back then, how could he, Zhang Yaoming, contend against it?

"I swear, when I successfully move from venture capital to industry, I will definitely make you pay a heavy price for your actions today. Definitely! As for that Shen Yinbing, hehe, just wait and see. "

While Zhang Yaoming was gritting his teeth in hatred, the door silently opened and a child with a pair of long legs walked in.

The moment the boy entered, he saw Zhang Yaoming's ferocious expression and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly lowered his eyes and bent down to pick up the ashtray that had been smashed onto the carpet, but was completely unharmed. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over with a twisting snake-like waist.

After putting the ashtray on the tea table, the boy wiped Zhang Yaoming's body and sat beside him. He opened his little red mouth, extended his tongue and lightly licked Zhang Yaoming's earlobes, and said coquettishly: "Young Master Zhang, is there a need to be angry with a foreign girl? If I get mad, what will I do in the future? "

"You can go find a big wolfdog or a donkey. I believe they will make you feel even better!"

Zhang Yaoming, who was on the verge of exploding in anger, said viciously.

"Forget it, I'll deal with you when I get back."

Zhang Yaoming stood up from the sofa. Ignoring the eagerness in Tong Tong's eyes, he walked out with big strides: "I'm going to take a bath in the hot spring behind the clubhouse to relax."

Zhang Yaoming closed the door and walked towards the end of the corridor in a familiar manner. There was a small door at the end of the corridor that led directly to the back of the clubhouse.

On the opposite side of the small door was another small door. Inside the door were some vacuum cleaners and other cleaning supplies.

After teasing the boy, Zhang Yaoming's mood had improved a lot. When he walked to the door, he had completely regained his charismatic demeanor: a man is a dragon if he can be submissive; a man is a true hero if he can be weak. His temporary humiliation was nothing compared to his future achievements.

When Zhang Yaoming came to the small door that led outside, he saw a young man walk out from the small room that held the sanitary ware. Zhang Yaoming came to the small door that led outside and saw a young man walk out of the small room that led

Just as Zhang Yaoming's hand was about to grab the doorknob, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist. Before he could react, another hand covered his mouth!

"Woo …"

Zhang Yaoming only had enough time to let out a short whine, before he was grabbed by the neck like a chicken and dragged into the hut that was filled with hygiene tools.

After that, he flew into the air and landed heavily on the wall, and with a crash, he fell onto the smooth floor tiles. The pain made him see stars in front of his eyes, and when he opened his mouth to scream, a leather shoe had just landed on his mouth. With a slight force, his scream had been stuffed into his stomach.

He struggled, using all of his strength to struggle, but the result was a ruthless kick in exchange.

This kick landed right under his Left Rib. The immense pain made it hard for him to breathe, and the struggling power instantly disappeared as well. At the same time, it also made him understand one thing: It was best not to struggle, otherwise, he would still have to taste this kind of pain.

Zhang Yaoming remained motionless like a dead dog for a full minute before his vision slowly returned to normal. Then, he saw a young man.

The young man placed his right foot on Zhang Yaoming's mouth, yet there was a cigarette in his mouth. He looked down on Zhang Yaoming with a disdainful sneer in his eyes.

Zhang Yaoming could swear to the heavens that he did not know this young man and had never seen him before.

Then, why did he do it?

As if he knew what Zhang Yaoming was thinking, the young man let out a smoke ring and asked: "Are you wondering why I'm looking for you?"

Zhang Yaoming, who had a shoe in his mouth, couldn't speak at all. He couldn't even nod, and could only blink his eyes to express his thoughts: Yes, yes.

"Because you provoked someone you shouldn't have."2

The young man said, releasing his foot. He seemed to find it too difficult to communicate by winking.

The moment he moved his foot away, Zhang Yaoming cursed: "F * ck! "Who are you!?"

Before Zhang Yaoming could finish his sentence, the young man kicked his cheek, causing blood to spurt out from his teeth.

Young Master Zhang's teeth were quite tough. Even after suffering a heavy blow, he still stubbornly shouted: "F * ck my ass. If you have the ability, then kill me. Otherwise, I'll kill your whole family!"

Hearing Zhang Yaoming's words, the young man who was about to give him another kick put down his right foot and smiled: "Fine, Sharpei, you have some backbone. I like to torture people with backbone the most because this will give me a f * cking pleasure."

The smiling young man squatted down and picked up Zhang Yaoming's right hand. Without waiting for him to figure out what he was going to do, he twisted his pinky and suddenly pulled it up!

With a crisp crack, Zhang Yaoming's pinky was broken by the young man!

As the saying goes, ten fingers are linked to the heart. After the fingers are broken, Zhang Yaoming opened his mouth and was about to scream, but the young man grabbed his left hand and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhang Yaoming bit his left hand and his stomach was pressed onto the ground by the young man's right knee. Zhang Yaoming couldn't make a sound or resist, but he couldn't even pass out.

Just like how beautiful memories would fade with time, no matter how painful the pain was, it would slowly subside.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yaoming, who felt like he had walked out of hell once, gradually came to his senses. He only glared viciously at the young man with venomous eyes.

However, the young man didn't mind at all. He stretched out his hand to pat him on the face and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't have suffered such a loss."

Slowly taking his left hand out of his mouth, Zhang Yaoming panted heavily and finally didn't dare to scold: "Who, who are you? "Why are you doing this to me?"

The young man casually pulled over a plastic box filled with cotton yarn and sat on it. He crossed his legs and said indifferently, "I told you just now, I took care of you because you offended someone you shouldn't have."

Zhang Yaoming gritted his teeth and asked with a hoarse voice, "Who is it!?"

"Who is it? You should know that very well. "

"Who is it?"

When Zhang Yaoming said this, he suddenly came to a realization, "I know, you, you're Shen Yinbing's bodyguard!"

Without waiting for the young man to say anything, Zhang Yaoming said while gritting his teeth, "Don't think that you're venting for your boss, but let me tell you, unless you kill me now, your boss will be killed by you!"

Before Zhang Yaoming finished his sentence, the young man's right hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat. He smiled sinisterly: "You still say it, I really didn't think of the consequences of doing that. It seems like I have to thank you for reminding me."

"You, you want to kill me? Do you know who I am? "You, you …"

As the young man exerted force on the five fingers of his right hand, a horrifying feeling of suffocation assaulted him like a typhoon. Zhang Yaoming no longer cared about the pain of his right hand breaking the fingers of his right hand as he tried his best to grab the young hand and break it open.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the young man's right hand was like a pair of pincers that fiercely locked onto him. He didn't move in the slightest, and only exerted a uniform amount of force.

Very soon, his tongue came out from Zhang Yaoming's mouth. His eyes began to turn white and his consciousness gradually became blurry. It was mixed with a sorrowful and regretful feeling, "I am really Sharpei, why must I be so stubborn?" This time, they have no choice but to kill me!

When Zhang Yaoming's tongue was almost out of his mouth, he seemed to hear the young man speak again: "Young Master Zhang, you're wrong, I'm not Shen Yinbing's bodyguard, I'm her boyfriend, I'm called Gao Fei, I hope you come over to play with me often when you're free, because I rarely see someone like you nowadays."

This young man was Gao Fei.

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