"Take that man here first and let Miss Saint-Son see how luxurious it is to die in my hands."

After a while, Koizumi was tied to the cross, and he looked miserable with wounds all over him.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame your Son Miss. She is not very cooperative."

"Take off his shirt, block his mouth, and get a plate by the way."

Everyone from the action team knew that Yan Wenchuan liked to place the dishes, and even ordered a batch specifically, and everything was ready.

A flash of sword light!

The black and golden knife appeared in his hand and quickly harvested it on Koizumi, as if he was afraid that someone would stop him.

In fact, Yan Wenchuan wanted to see if the knife in his hand would change.

178 knives...199 knives...

Koizumi screamed in whimperingly, the blood on her body continued to flow, and her eyes began to exude a pleading look.

Matsuda Shengzi was pale and his whole body was swaying. He looked at Yan Wenchuan with fear, this devil.

"How about Miss Saint Son? You plan to let Wenchuan try it on you. Of course, I promise that he will try to keep your balance on both sides," Sun Jiliang said to Matsuda Holy Son with a lust.

"You bastards!" Matsuda Holy Son roared there.

"Enough, I don't have time to talk to you here, and I won't say a word."

"I..." Matsuda Holyko was still struggling.

"Hmph! Come on, tie up Miss Shengzi, strip naked, and let Wenchuan practice his sword skills well," Sun Jiliang had lost his patience.

"No! I said! I said!"

"Hmph, I won't cry until I see the coffin. Well, Wenchuan, let's have a rest."

Yan Wenchuan felt quite regretful when he heard that Matsuda Shengzi wanted to explain.

The two waited for Matsuda Holy Son, and after their emotions stabilized, they began to ask for details.

"Let's talk about your group first, the hidden identities of the remaining five people," Sun Jiliang said.

"Editor of Nanjing Daily: You Hongda."

"Jiang Wenyuan, a clerk of the Secretariat of Nanjing Municipal Government."

"Jinda Trade Manager Wu Chengyuan."

"Beiyuan Branch Police Officer Shao Dongyang."

"Bang Mohai, an employee of Nanjing Damei Bank."

Matsuda Holy Son has collapsed. How painful it is to betray his comrades who have been dependent on each other for many years.

"Your address, and the place where you hide the radio password, money," Sun Jiliang asked quickly.
Chapter completed!