Chapter 1411

They chatted in the room like this. Zhang Ye didn't mention the matter of letting sun Yuchen come back, because he knew that sun Yuchen was right. Once he left the holy hall, the people of the holy hall in order to protect their secrets from being revealed would immediately hunt him down, and even publish his information.

At that time, in the face of the world's black and white pursuit and Waibu, then he is really desperate.

Moreover, he found that sun Yuchen was not the kind of unsmiling killer he imagined. On the contrary, he was very funny and joked a lot. Moreover, his years of career as a killer made him almost travel all over the world. If he didn't have a skeleton like figure, he would be a very attractive woman The kind of man a child likes.

Funny, elegant, clean and tidy, almost all the standards of a good man can be found in him, which makes it hard for you to believe that he is a murderous professional killer and the head of a killer organization.

Time passed unconsciously in their chatting. Until the door was knocked, they stopped talking and put away their smiles.

A few seconds later, the door was pulled open, and a dejected man was pushed in by all sorts of people. Who was it, not weizhonghe.

Zhang Ye saw Wei Zhonghe and couldn't help laughing. He leaned on the sofa and said, "Hi, Mr. Wei, we meet again."

"It's you! Son of a bitch

Wei Zhonghe saw Zhang Ye and sun Yuchen in an instant, but he didn't know sun Yuchen at all. He only knew Zhang Ye:

"hum, what are you doing? If you have the guts, you should have a fight with Lao Tzu. Don't deal with these shady methods. They are disgusting."

"Oh?"

Zhang Ye picked his eyebrows and pointed to the members of the holy hall beside the Weizhong river with a smile. He said, "what you call Ming Dao Ming gun is to invite these killer brothers to assassinate me? Then I let them tie you now. It's not a foul, is it? After all, I gave you a chance to speak, and I didn't kill you directly

What!

Wei Zhonghe's face suddenly changed. He looked at the people around him in horror, and his heart thumped.

However, before he spoke, sun Yuchen next to him said: "boss Wei, I'm sorry. Although I like to keep my promise, your goal this time is to kill my benefactor. I can't blame you for turning over."

his voice was as like as two peas and a thick, cold chill, which he heard on the phone by Wei Zhong He.

"You? It's you. You betrayed me! "

Wei Zhonghe cried out, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The killer he hired actually came together with the target. How could he believe it.

Hum!

However, sun Yuchen sank his face and said coldly, "Wei Zhonghe, be polite. Is Lao Tzu taking people's money, fighting disaster with others and betraying you? You are something. I want your life, every minute. "

"You..." Wei Zhong He Dun's words are very tense, but he really has nothing to say, because sun Yuchen and he are really only employed, not even this relationship.

Sun Yuchen didn't want to talk with him any more, so he turned to Zhang Ye and said:

"the rest is up to you. If you have anything to ask, please ask. We'll have to deal with him in a moment."

Wei Zhonghe was horrified and roared in horror: "you, what are you going to do? You can't kill me. I'm a famous entrepreneur. If I die, you'll all be fed up."

"Cut, fool." Sun Yuchen gave him a white look.

Zhang Ye waved his hand with a smile and said, "come on, give Mr. Wei a chair. How tired it is to stand and talk."

Someone brought a chair to Wei Zhonghe and pressed him on the chair directly. The guy still didn't seem to see the situation clearly and glared at Zhang Ye fiercely:

"don't think you are crazy now, little boy. When I go out, I will still play with you. Let me go as soon as I know, otherwise, I want you to go."

Ha ha!

Zhang Ye suddenly felt very funny. It should be said that he felt it was really speechless to meet such an opponent. How could a person who could not see the situation clearly live for a long time.

"Mr. Wei, do you really think you can get out of here alive?"

"Just you? How dare you kill me if you don't even have hair Wei Zhonghe sneered scornfully.

Pop!

A slap in the face of his face, pain of his grin, eyes water.

"You, you dare to hit me." Wei Zhonghe was shocked.

Pop!

The answer is not Zhang Ye's words, but another slap in the face.

"You..."

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Zhang Ye didn't even let him say anything this time. He slapped him one by one until Wei Zhonghe's face had swollen into steamed stuffed buns. But he didn't talk to Wei Zhonghe at all. Instead, he turned to ask sun Yuchen:"Yuchen, do you have shoelaces?"

Shoelaces?

What to do with shoelaces.

Wei Zhonghe's heart suddenly rose an ominous premonition. He had just been slapped a dozen times. Every time he slapped, his eyes were full of stars. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that Zhang Ye didn't really intend to let him leave alive.

However, sun Yuchen seemed to understand what Zhang Ye was going to do, and said with a smile:

"you're good at playing. You know the move of shoelaces, but I don't have shoelaces here. I'll give you the piano line, too."

"Hey, that's better."

Zhang Ye always had a faint smile on his face, just like he was discussing with sun Yuchen whether to eat instant boiled mutton or string. He took the piano line from sun Yuchen's hand and pulled it to try the strength. Then he came to Wei Zhonghe and said with a smile:

"Mr. Wei, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

"You, what are you doing? Let me go and don't touch me." Wei Zhonghe saw Zhang Ye squatting in front of him, and he was scared and roared.

But Zhang Ye didn't pay any attention to him at all. He put the piano string on his leg and tightened it with a jerk. Wei Zhonghe was so scared that he yelled repeatedly. He didn't know that he thought his leg had been cut off.

"Stop yelling. It's no use. Let me explain it to you."

Sun Yuchen came to join in the fun with a smile and said faintly:

"your leg is now sealed by the piano line. You have to know that blood is the most important thing in the human body. If there is no blood supply for nutrition, the cells will die quickly. Your leg should not be long before you feel cold, then numb, and finally slowly die. Well, it takes about two hours. "

He said, pointing to the wall clock on purpose:

"it's 3:30 p.m. now. If you haven't given a satisfactory answer to Zhang Ye before 5:30 p.m., it's estimated that your leg It's hanging. "