Chapter 146

And just before Mo Zheng died, his body was suddenly thrown out.

Bang --

Mo Zhenggang's body hit the ground, and he immediately coughed violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Mo Zhenggang breathed heavily, and his snot and saliva all flowed out.

"Young master." Shang Shi respectfully handed over a handkerchief.

Hao Yansen wiped his hands as if he had just met something dirty.

"Who are you?" Mo Zhenggang's momentum has obviously weakened a lot, and his eyes are full of fear. "Why do you do this to me? What did I do to you? "

"Here's the stick." Hao Yansen didn't answer him, just reached out his hand indifferently.

Yunlong immediately actively took a very thick stick and handed it to him.

Mo Zhenggang was even more frightened when he walked calmly with a stick.

He retreated desperately, shivering all over. "You, what are you going to do..."

Unfortunately, no matter how he asked, the man in front of him didn't answer a word.

And every step he took toward him seemed to be death approaching.

"What are you going to do? What do you want? I have money. Can I give you money? I'll give you as much as you want, ah -- "

before Mo Zhenggang finished his words, he suddenly burst into a scream that tore his heart and lungs.

Hao Yansen didn't hesitate to hit him on the left leg with a fierce blow!

Along with it was a cracking sound.

Mo Zhenggang's leg has broken!

The pain made Mo Zhenggang almost comatose. He was holding his left leg in a painful and dying struggle. He couldn't believe it. He would suffer this kind of torture.

But it's not over

Put away the stick, and Hao Yansen held out another hand.

Bai Lang hands him a syringe he has prepared, and then he comes in person, and a needle goes into Mo Zhenggang's arm.

Mo Zhenggang didn't even know that he had been injected.

A wave of pain was not over, and then came more intense pain.

The pain this time is ten times more intense than the pain of a broken leg.

Mo Zhenggang felt that all his organs seemed to be burned by the fire, and every cell in his body was convulsing violently.

Every nerve is also tightly pulled, as if his body would be torn apart by thousands of force.

However, he couldn't pass out in a coma. Every time he was in a coma, he would be awakened by severe pain.

Mo Zhenggang rolls in pain.

He is really going crazy. Why does it hurt so much!

Ah, kill him, he can't bear it any more!

Mo Zhenggang cried out in pain. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't utter a word.

It's useless for him to hit the ground with his head in pain. In a word, he's really going to collapse and die.

"Please Let it go I...... " Mo Zhenggang just squeezed out a few words in the pain, and he didn't know whether he had said it or not.

Anyway, he felt like he was in hell, not in the world.

However, no matter how he begged for mercy, Hao Yansen's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

He sat down lazily by the chair and stared at him indifferently. His eyes without any temperature had reached the point of complete superciliousness.

They all held their breath and looked very serious.

Only at this time can the hierarchical relationship between them and Hao Yansen be strictly reflected.

For half an hour, Hao Yansen watched Mo Zhenggang for half an hour without expression.