Chapter 1862： Torture cannot be done without salt and chili oil

"We do everything properly, little lady rest assured." The bodyguard captain smiled slightly.

Compared to his profession, he looks very young, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a top-notch figure, and Hui Ni, who is watching, begins to shine again.

"Even the bodyguards in your family are so handsome... um, do you still lack daughters?" She smiled shyly.

"Come on, you, you just make a lot of noise." Regarding Huini's characteristics, the capacity means that a pair of eyes have seen it thoroughly.

The Rong family is all over City C, and she is not familiar with the places where the bodyguards take the capacity and the boys to go, but this does not prevent her from educating them.

"What happened tonight, who made you come?" She copied her hands and sat in front of a few boys.

The boys huddled together on the ground, all blindfolded, their hands tied, and they staggered.

They obviously felt the fear, but they still had a fluke mentality and said nothing.

The capacity sneered, and said to the bodyguard next to him, "Give them a whip and they will probably be able to speak."

The captain of the bodyguard heard the words, picked up the whip, and was about to hit someone.

The volume stopped him again, "Wait a minute, soak in the salt water first."

The boys were scared enough, and they were trembling when they heard the words.

what? Forget about beating, and the whip is soaked in salt water. Is this the top ten torture?

"Miss, the whip is ready." The bodyguard captain said respectfully.

"Give me, hit the one on the left." The amount of capacity casually pointed.

"Wow..." The boys were so scared that they all squeezed to the right. You pushed me and I pressed you, making a mess.

The captain of the bodyguard did not show mercy, and went down with a whip.

"Ah -" a screaming scream sounded.

The boys reflexively yelled, "Ahhhhh..."

Huini chuckled and laughed, "It's so scary. Where have you been surrounding us and threatening our mighty momentum?"

"A group of ignorant rats," the captain of the bodyguard said coldly, "Dare to be disrespectful to our Miss Rong Jia. After the whip has been calculated, we still use a knife to cut the meat."

"Good idea," the volume claps his hands. "The mouth is so hard, and the tongue is not good. Anyway, don't use it to speak, go and get it..."

The room was full of weird silence.

The boys trembled like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Ma yeah, this is a return to slave society! The rich are so scary!

"The knife is here, little lady." The captain of the bodyguard respectfully.

"Wait a minute." The volume was stopped again, "Is there any chili oil? Put some on it."

Spicy, chili oil?

A boy was already foaming at his mouth.

"Miss, the chili oil is done." The bodyguard captain replied.

"Go, wipe the middle one for me this time."

...

"Ah, help..."

"Don't..."

"Spare Miss Rong..."

The boys were crawling and fleeing, blindfolded. No one could see where they were. They only knew that they had to flee in all directions to avoid becoming the "middle one."

However, they didn't climb a few steps before they were kicked back by the bodyguards around.

"Ahhhhh... my meat--" another stern voice rang.

A boy was so frightened that he peeed his pants when he heard the sound of howling ghosts.

"Don't say it yet?" The volume said leisurely, "If you don't say it, just put that tongue..."

"I said! We said! We all said!"