Chapter 1856

He was as heavy as going to the battlefield, as happy as seeing the hope of victory in front of his eyes, as knowing that he would succeed this time. Daliang had a sense of self-confidence that he couldn't say, but he still underestimated the second brother and the ninth master. If he wanted to bring down a person, he would bring him down to the end.

There is no stop, nor the last moment to say the end.

"Daliang, I'm afraid..."

Mao Nana's voice was weak. The two people standing in the elevator were in a closed space and were in extreme fear. They didn't know whether they could really see their future as Da Liang said this time.

But Mao Nana knows that no matter how hard she will work, she still can't see those slim hopes. Even if she is surrounded by her, the tight sense of space around her, she can't lift her hand, can't see that hope, and doesn't have the courage to reach out again.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

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The ninth master and the second brother in the private room are leaning over to look at the video on the mobile phone. Mao Nana and Da Liang stand inside and say what they say. Every subtle action may be too nervous and afraid in front of the ninth master and the second brother, or they really don't have the courage to resist these people who are more powerful than themselves.

Mao Nana really didn't say a word of fear to Da Liang.

The door of the private room was pushed open again, and there was still endless darkness inside. Da Liang, dressed in a black suit, walked in front of the second brother and the ninth master, bowed his head and bent over, "I don't know whether the second brother and the ninth master can have fun. If not, I..."

"Can you still play with us for a while?"

The second brother took the cigar from the bodyguard in a suit and sunglasses. Looking at the bright light in front of him, he seemed to be more handsome than he had just looked.

"I... can."

For Mao Nana's future, for Mao Nana to become an international supermodel, and for the $30 million supermodel, Daliang decided to give it up.

There's only one face. You can't eat as a meal or brush your face. It's better to do something useful. Anyway, you've almost lost all your face at that moment.

Mao Naliang doesn't think she can do anything for the future.

"OK, let's play a big game this time, shall we?"

The second brother stood up. The green dragon tattooed in front of him seemed to come alive. It seemed that he was going to fly out on his chest and directly threw Daliang down.

"OK."

As soon as Daliang gritted his teeth, he bowed his head and agreed.

Mao Nana sat on the edge of the sofa and looked at Daliang being bound by several people. The blood of the last person was still left on the thick cross. The dark private room was like a dark hell. No one knew how to persuade the man not to make such a great sacrifice for such an invisible hope, and no one dared to go up and plead with the ninth master, because all these were agreed by the ninth master.

It is said that there is a powerful man behind the second brother. Mao Nana can only see now that the powerful figure is the ninth master. No one except the ninth master can have a sense of vigilance on the second brother's whole body as soon as he appears, and no one can watch the second brother's misdeeds all the time, but she doesn't say anything.

Neither agree nor object, like an indifferent spectator, who sees through the most exciting things in his bones.

"Pa."

The whip left a clear blood mark on Da Liang's body. It was shocking. The women in the private room didn't dare to look up at Da Liang. He seemed to be dying when he was tied to the cross, but when the second brother whispered a tiresome curse, Da Liang coughed again and said that he was OK and could bear it.

The red blood is getting clearer and clearer. The black suit is in tatters, and the white shirt inside is dark red. Mao Nana just listens to writing the whip and remembers the pain on Da Liang. She will feel as if she is in pain. She can't understand what's going on. She doesn't understand how the hobbies of second brother and ninth master can be so strange.

The whip hit Da Liang and hurt Mao Nana's heart.

My most concerned business partner, my best friend, took her all the way from the orphanage to today's position. Now, in order to help her become an international supermodel, she almost died in this private room.

Mao Nana closed her eyes and could not come forward to resist Daliang, nor could she choose to get everything he wanted with her second brother for her purity.

There is no lack of darkness in this circle. Those men in black suits are more terrible than the dark devil.

"Second, you're almost done. It's time to stop. If it really kills people, and if the policeman comes to find you, you can't open the field. This young man is thin and tender, and his skin is so white. You've been beaten like this. Should you be angry?"

The ninth master leaned on the sofa and squinted at Daliang. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Mao Nana sitting on the sofa at the door. She was lowering her head and didn't dare to say more. She didn't dare to come forward and look at Daliang. This girl seemed to have a cat temperament.

It is both ridiculous and pathetic.

"Boss, you shouldn't have said that. I don't want to give you all the fun, but I really have to say that this boy is really thick and solid. I've rarely played so well."

The second brother was covered in sweat. He was wearing a white vest. There were traces of sweat soaked on his chest. His chest muscles had a fluctuating sexual I feeling. He looked particularly hard. But the big light tied to the cross was dying at the moment.

"That woman, this boy doesn't die so soon. If you cry again, you'll really have to collect his body."

The second brother looked at Nana and sat in the dark, wearing a black knitted skirt, but his skin was particularly white. In this dark room, he could still become more dazzling. It was enough for this woman to guard like this all the time.

"I..."

Mao Nana wiped away the tears on her face. Yes, Daliang is not dead yet. It's just that it's too poor to worry. If she continues to cry like this, I'm afraid she will really cry Daliang to death.

"What's this woman's name?"

The ninth master looked at Mao Nana with a curious look in his eyes.