Chapter 1287

Jian Yi knows that this represents Ali's recognition of him.

He stepped forward, looked coldly at Ah Fu on his knees and said, "I guess you won't say anything at this time."

"Hum." Ah Fu snorted coldly and turned his head to disdain, "no one can get words out of my mouth."

He nodded, didn't look at Ah Fu again, turned to Shazhi, stretched out his hand to her and said, "give it to me."

Shazhi was stunned, put her hand on the self-defense dagger, hesitated for a moment, and finally took it off and handed it to him.

No matter what time, she absolutely believes in Jian Yi.

Ali looked at the faint cold dagger passed by the two hands. He was stunned. He frowned at Jian Yi and said, "what do you want to do?"

"Uncle Ali." Shazhi shook her head at him.

Ali looked at Jian Yi with a deep look, but his heart suddenly lifted some and stared at his movements.

Other people also saw Jian Yi holding a dagger, but they were only a little surprised. They didn't really think what Jian Yi would do.

A Kang even sneered. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Yi with great interest. Obviously, he regarded him as a child.

Jian Yi doesn't care either. He lowers his head, casually wipes the dagger and says to Ah Fu, "although I hate you very much, I have to admit that you are right."

His dark eyes were like an ancient well without waves, and even the slightest ripple never opened: "that's the sentence that those who achieve great things don't stick to small things. If they want to change, they always have to pay some sacrifices..."

After a pause, he suddenly looked at Ah Fu and said coldly, "in my opinion, you are the one who should be sacrificed!"

Mingming is just a child under the age of seven or eight, but the look on Jian Yi's face is not immature at all. His cold and fierce doesn't need any modification. His eyes and voice without emotion are enough to frighten people.

Ah Fu's face changed. He didn't want to admit it. He was really frightened by Jian Yi's aura for a moment.

Jian Yi stepped forward and slowly raised his hand. "Since you don't say anything, it's of no use to us. What's the difference between living and dying?"

With that, without everyone's reaction, the dagger in his hand stabbed Ah Fu without hesitation.

Everyone was surprised. No one thought he would really do it. He thought he was scaring Ah Fu at most.

For a moment, the cold light flashed in front of everyone.

"No!" was Ali's voice.

When the people came back to God, they saw that the dagger had been stained with blood and was dripping into the soil along the blade.

"Ali!"

Alin first reacted, looked at Ali covering his arm, hurried forward to check, "are you okay?"

"It's all right." Ali shook his head.

It was his hand that blocked the knife stabbed by Jian Yi for Ah Fu just now.

Unlike other people's doubts, he has been guarding against Jian Yi since he took the dagger.

Perhaps because he is Ning Jiwei's son, or because he is a Zhuo's brother, or even just because of his eyes, Ali knows that Jian Yi is not just bluffing Ah Fu.

He looked up at Jian Yi standing opposite him. He was not tall enough. He was looking at him indifferently, holding a bloody dagger in his hand. There was no emotion in his eyes.

Indifferent as a demon who only knows how to kill and bleed.

"Your boy is crazy!"

At the moment, ah Kang also reacted. Looking at Jian Yi's eyes, he was surprised and angry. He pushed him away. "Whether the people in our base should die is not up to you!"

"Don't touch him!"

Seeing ah Kang start, Shazhi pulls Jian Yi over and stares up at ah Kang.

Her expression is no longer as friendly as before, and she confronts ah Kang coldly: "no one can move ah Dong."

"Miss, he first..."

"I gave him the dagger."

Before ah Kang finished, Shazhi coldly interrupted him and repeated, "I said, no one can move ah Dong."

She had a rare stubbornness on her face. Even when they denied her identity as a young lady just now, they had never seen her defend herself like this.

Ah Kang pursed his lips, looked at Shazhi Jiong's bright eyes, and didn't say anything again.

He wants to ask Jian Yi about his crime, unless it is with Shazhi, but it is impossible.

"Ah Dong..."

On the other hand, ah Li's arm injury has been quickly treated by ah Lin. after a simple bandage, he still stands in front of Ah Fu, looks at Jian Yi and says, "today, even if the boss is here, I don't think he will treat Ah Fu like this."

"Really..." Jian Yi opened his lips, shook off the blood beads on the dagger and sneered, "what does that have to do with me?"

Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Ali turned to Shazhi and begged, "Miss, Ah Fu is wrong, but the base has its own treatment..."

"Uncle Ali, stop talking." Shazhi shook her head with a calm face. "He wants to harm brother ah Zhuo. He deserves it."

"But..." Ali wanted to say something. He just looked at Shazhi and Jian Yi's face and finally shut up.

Behind him, Ah Fu, who was kneeling on the ground at the moment, was pale, had lost his previous pride, and the whole person was still trembling slightly.

No one saw the blade of Jian Yi's dagger more clearly than he did. Just now, the cold blade was blocked in front of him.

If it were a minute later, his life would be long gone.

Jian Yi catches a glimpse of the cold sweat on his face and laughs sarcastically.

Ah Zhuo's men had such a person. Even he felt ashamed.

"How's it going? Have you seen clearly the gate of hell?" Jian Yi played with the dagger in his hand. The blade throwing away the blood is still bright. He gently knocked on the palm of his hand. Every time, it's like gently clasping the gate of hell for others. "Still don't see clearly. Want to go again?"

Ah Fu looked at his movements. The dagger seemed to hit his heart and beat in his beating meridians. He swallowed his saliva with a white face, and he didn't even have the strength to respond to his words.

If he thought that Jian Yi was just trying to scare him, he would never doubt Jian Yi again after the scene that he would never forget in his life.

This man can do anything.

"Say! Do you want to die or live?"

Ah Fu trembled and stammered: "live... I want to live..."

"Hiss." Jian Yi snorted coldly, looked down at him with disdain in his eyes.

Ah Fu bowed his head. He didn't want this desire for life to be stimulated only in the face of death.

"You... What do you want to know?"

Jian Yi reached out to clasp his chin, stared at his wandering eyes with fear, and said coldly, "where have you locked everyone?"