1617: C1617 The Heart of the Heart

C1617 The Heart of the Heart

He laughed softly and floated in the night sky, looking particularly lonely.

"Since you all want to play, then you must have fun to your heart's content, right?"

"If I want to play, I have to play big. Otherwise, it will be a waste of time."

The person whose hand had been crippled gasped for breath with great difficulty. He stared at him with a face full of terror. Even his voice began to tremble. "You, you, what exactly, what do you want to do?"

Bo Qian did not answer. It seemed that he was too lazy to answer.

He only looked at the man with a faint smile on his face. His face was filled with an indescribable terror.

"Then you just have to watch."

"Watch, how am I going to... kill them one by one."

It had been a long time since he had started a massacre like this.

Who could he blame?

He was already a lot more benevolent.

He also wanted to be a good person.

However, there were always people who wanted to find all kinds of excuses to force him to pick up the butcher's knife that he had put down.

Who could he blame?

If he wanted to blame, he should blame himself.

Bo Qian raised his eyes and looked at his two subordinates. His voice was indifferent as he ordered, "Hold it!"

His subordinates did not know what he was going to do. They could only listen to his orders and firmly press him to the ground, unable to move.

Bo Qian curled his lower lip and smiled at Qingcheng.

His slightly red eyes seemed to light up in the night sky.

The person who was caught by him was stunned for a moment. He only felt a jolt in front of his eyes. When he came back to his senses, Bo Qian had already started counting his fingers with an expressionless face.

The intense pain spread throughout his entire body in an instant.

The man was stunned for a few seconds. His reaction was a little slower. Then, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, and he screamed in terror.

"Ah!!! ”

Half of the people on the island could hear the screams.

The one who could speak looked at the scene with his mouth agape.

Bo Qian's face remained expressionless. He grabbed his opponent's fingers and broke them off one by one.

One at a time.

It wasn't unnecessary.

There were no other movements.

The man saw it and felt even more pain than when he got beaten up.

The man was in so much pain that he almost fainted. He kept begging for mercy in his mouth. "No, no, no, you don't want to. I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"2

The man looked at him blankly, but there was no way to stop him.

Oh, Bo Qian said. He was very calm, and there was still no expression on his face. Then, with a snap, he broke another finger.

"Ah!"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Don't break it again!"

That person begged, feeling extremely powerless.

Even his voice was weak.

Bo Qian laughed, as if nothing had happened.

He hummed and said casually, En." Oh, I want your boss to tell me."

... ""

The man widened his eyes. His eyeballs were about to pop out.

"You!"

This person must be a devil.

It must be a devil!

Otherwise, how could he be so terrifying!

He even played the heart attack trick.

The underling begged: "Boss, I beg you, tell him, I beg you, I beg you, I really can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going to... He begged: Boss, I beg you, tell him, I beg you, I beg you, I really can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going to... Ah!"

Another sharp scream.

His subordinates were about to die in pain.

The man gritted his teeth and did not say a word.

He stared at Bo Qian, as if he wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces.

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