The Long-awaited Mr Han

She could not imagine what would happen if Han Zhuoli did not return early.

Han Zhuo was so angry that when he thought that he was not there, Lu Man wanted to face all this alone, and he became even more angry.I ca n’t wait to kill these people, the employer behind the scenes, and smash the corpses!

"Bag!" Han Zhuo ordered, Zhou Cheng and Xu Hui suddenly came out of the dark, took a group of people, and surrounded the eight people at once.

The eight people were still proud, but they were dumbfounded to see so many people who suddenly didn't know where they came from.

Zhou Cheng, Xu Hui and others also heard what they said.

Now it must be ordered, all rushed towards the eight people.

The eight people were not ordinary street gangsters. They had two hands on their hands. However, in the face of Zhou Cheng and many others, they still fell out of control and were soon suppressed by them.

At this time, Han Zhuoli got out of the car, let Lu Man sit in the car, the door opened and closed, flashing very fast, no one outside could see the way of Lu Man.

The eight people were dumbfounded when they saw Han Zhuoli.

Isn't Han Zhuoli well said?

How could he be in the car!

If Han Zhuoli was there, they would not dare to provoke Lu Manneng by killing them.

"I ... let's make a joke," said a man quickly.

Where did Han Zhuoli listen to him say that, based on what they said just now, he could not help breaking these people to pieces!

"You just talked?" Han Zhuoli walked in front of someone.

"No ... no no no no ..." The man stammered in fright.

Han Zhuoli recognized his voice, which was one of the words he just spoke.

He sneered, holding the stick that the man had intended to use, and slammed down.

The man wailed with a cry of pain.

The legs were trembling, so painful that they could not stand upright, but they were being framed again, and even rolling on the ground turned into a luxury.

Han Zhuoli went to the next one.

Before he asked, the man had begged for mercy: "I didn't say anything, I really didn't say anything!"

Han Zhuoli, no matter what they said or didn't say, none of them could run!

Lifting the stick, it went up.

"Ah--" The cry was terrible, and just by listening, you would know how much pain.

"You." Han Zhuoli took the next step.

The man became smart, stopped talking, and shook his head desperately, making a begging look.

Han Zhuoli said in a cold voice: "I said, no one can run!"

"what--"

So, one after another the miserable wailing.

"Let us go, let us go!"

"It hurts!"

Halfway through, I really grabbed a few people who just said those words. Han Zhuoli politely made up again.

After all of them were beaten again, those people looked languid, their faces pale, and even worse, the pants even exuded suspicious yellow.

"Grab it." Han Zhuoli said, "Go to the trial first and ask who instructed it before handing it to Mo Jingsheng."

Han Zhuoli swept these people coldly, "If you don't try it out, don't let people go. If they have a hard mouth, they will torture me to death!"

Based on what these people say, they can die ten thousand times!

Those people shook, and someone already said, "I said! I said!"

Han Zhuoli didn't even listen to them at this time, who knows whether the truth is being said now.

He only believed in the results of his "patient" interrogation.

"Take it away!" Han Zhuo said angrily, "Don't let me hear their voices anymore."