Chapter 840

meanwhile.

He Shenming is a nightclub owned by Sanchuan group.

Underground, room 808.

The atmosphere of depression, coldness, cruelty and wanton filled the whole room.

In the middle of the private room, there is a steel pipe connecting the ceiling, which is usually a place for strippers to dance steel pipe dance, but at this time, it is a woman whose hands are tightly tied and fall on it.

The woman's clothes were ragged, and many places were torn open by hand, revealing her snow-white skin. The red rope went through several places on her body, and tied up a special art with a unique technique.

What's more striking is that on the woman's face, there are many clear fingerprints, because there are too many fingerprints, only a piece of red can be seen, countless specific numbers.

This woman is he Qingmei!

Her eyes were dull, as if she had been drugged, and she was barely awake. Her eyes were full of despair and death.

In front of her, there were seven or eight men and women, one by one dissolute, with all kinds of strange smiles and shouts in their mouths, and their eyes were full of fun.

Among them, the leading one is a 27-8-year-old young man with big arms and a golden sword sitting on the sofa with a big cigar in his mouth.

Behind him, two ferocious looking men in black suits were standing. One of them was playing with a knife quickly in his hand. From time to time, he stretched out his tongue to lick his lips. His eyes were greedy and ferocious, and he Qingmei was constantly scanning.

"Master he Ming, the medicine is almost finished. Would you like to enjoy this Chinese woman first? Her figure is still very good, and her skin is delicate and white, just like the snowflakes in my hometown in winter. "

The man laughed strangely and seemed to have some desire. He stirred his throat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Zhentian Jun, this woman is Shinzo OTA, the president of Sanhe society. Last time we stood him up, he was very upset. He is a senior member of the OTA family and an important person we need to win over. You can't be impatient with this woman. "

The young man, who called Liuchuan Heming, gave a light smile. Then he pulled a half naked woman beside him and pushed her into Zhentian's arms. He said with a faint smile:

"However, you are my best man, and you can't suffocate yourself. If you can't help it, take this woman aside for a while. She is also an overseas Chinese student and a classmate with the woman on the pillar.

Well, by the way, if it wasn't for her contribution, we might have been run back to China by this woman named he Qingmei. "

At this point, he looked up at the woman who had been pushed into Shinda's arms and asked with a smile:

"I'm sorry, Miss Liu Qing. I forgot to thank you for your help and let us know when Miss He Qingmei bought the ticket.

And in order to reward you, I'll give you the chance to serve my most powerful confidant, Mr. Zhentian. Do you have any suggestions? "

"No, no!" Liu Qing shakes her head crazily, tries to squeeze a flattering smile on her face, rubs Zhentian's arm with her body, and says with a smile:

"Zhentian Jun, your arm muscles have a good sense of strength and security. People like you so much!"

It's a pity that Shinda always only likes women who are not as soft as they are. He doesn't care about women who have no sense of shame and are like whores.

He slapped Liu Qing away and said to Liuchuan he Ming, "young master he Ming, this woman's consciousness should be sober. Now is the best chance. Please let me break her psychological defense. It's also convenient for president OTA to have a good education for her. "

"You're right. Go ahead." Liuchuan he Ming nodded and said with a smile.

Shinda's eyes lit up and he saluted Liuchuan. Then he strode forward to he Qingmei. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were flashing with excitement and excitement.

"Pa!"

Suddenly, Zhentian raised his hand and slapped on he Qingmei's face. A cold and cruel voice came from him

"Huaxia, woman, I'll ask you again, do you want to give up all resistance and be willing to be a slave of our east island men like your friends, or do I teach you a lesson by myself, then take off your clothes and send you to AP company to shoot a movie, and then spread it back to you all over China?"

Pooh!

He Qingmei raised her head.

Open your mouth and spit hard on Zhentian's face.

Unfortunately, she had been beaten a long time ago. She had been drugged. How much strength was there? Zhentian didn't even bother to hide. He just looked at her sarcastically.

Let saliva in the middle, weak fall down.

Next second.

Pop!

With a grim smile, Zhentian raised his hand again and slapped it on he Qingmei's face. Then his left hand popped out and grabbed he Qingmei's hair. His right hand made a fist and hit him in the stomach without any mercy.

All of a sudden.

He Qingmei suddenly shrinks at the waist and opens her mouth to scream. However, she is held by Zhentian's hair. Because the rope on her body is tight, she can't say a word.

The intense pain made the muscles on he Qingmei's face contorted, and the ropes on her body tightened, leaving bright red rope marks on her snow-white skin.

He Qingmei wants to struggle, to resist and to ask for help.

However, in response to her, there were only mockery, playful laughter and noise.

At the same time, there was the cold voice of Shinda:

"No one can save you. Soon, the Chinese companion who saved you will come to save you. At that time, I really want to know his face when he saw you... Ha ha, don't worry. I also want to know how he looked when I killed him."

Smell speech, he Qingmei's eyes suddenly stare big, by medicine fuzzy consciousness instant awake.

Yes!

Wang Xu!

Wang Xu gave her mobile phone number and was forced to ask by these people!

They forced her

He Qingmei is full of regret and shame at the thought of the call she made before.

It's just then.

A pink Mickey Mouse shell cell phone on the table in front of the crowd suddenly shakes wildly. The caller ID is suddenly a string of unknown phone numbers.

Liuchuan he Ming picked up his mobile phone and looked at it. He didn't get through at the first time. Instead, he threw the phone to Zhentian: "it should be the Chinese who killed damujun and others. The hero saved the United States. Zhentian, you are an expert. It's up to you."

"Your hero's phone, desperate?"

Zhentian took the call, first pointed the screen at he Qingmei's eyes, then pressed the answer button, and said with a cruel sneer:

"Continue to scream, I believe that your hero will beg me to stop because of your scream..."

Sure enough, he hasn't finished.

A man's angry voice came from the phone

"He Ming, Liuchuan, how dare you touch a Chinese woman named he Qingmei? No one can save you

instantaneous.

The cruel smile on Zhentian's face froze, and the whole person stood in place with his mobile phone, his arm stiff in the air, unable to move.