By the time Zhao Yong was pulled up, half of his toes had been worn off.

Zhao Yong was in pain, but his screams were all pressing into his throat.

Wang Hui sat cross-legged in front of him, with his elbows pressed against his thighs, his chin held his hand, and looked up at Zhao Yong with tears on his face and pale face: "Young Master Zhao, does it hurt?"

Zhao Yong did not have the strength to answer him, and his eyes were staring at Wang Hui.

"Do you still remember a man named Zheng Fengde? You shouldn't remember... Three years ago, just because he sprinkled wine on you in a bar, you ruined his feet and dragged them for a thousand meters. Mr. Zhao, you did a pretty job!" Wang Hui's lips curled up slightly, without a trace of pity in his eyes, "I said, you are dead today. I will let you understand the pain you imposed on others little by little. When you taste it all, you can die!"

"I know Mr. Zhao, you have many ways to suppress things, so that the other party dares not speak, and even dares to seek justice. It's okay... What he dares not say, I say, what he dares not seek justice, I'll ask!" Wang Hui took out a notebook from his pocket and opened it casually, "Let me see what you should experience next..."

"Oh..." Wang Hui suddenly nodded, looked like he suddenly realized, approached Zhao Yong, and showed him the content written in the notebook, "Young Master Zhao, look here, it says... Seven months ago, you found someone to break the creditor's tendons because of a debt... Well, your tendons should be here!"

Wang Hui reached out and touched Zhao Yong's ankle.

"Wang Hui, my father won't let you go, no!" Zhao Yong was frightened.

"Your dad?" Wang Hui laughed, "He will look for you well and keep looking for you!"

What?

Zhao Yong was shocked and was already right.

Wang Hui patted his head: "Sorry, Mr. Zhao, I forgot to tell you that someone has already lived your life for you!"

"What did you say?" Zhao Yong was shocked.

"Forty minutes ago...to be precise, forty-two minutes ago, someone used your identity to board the plane to Rio de Janeiro." Wang Hui raised his head, spread his hands, as if he was smelling the endless fragrance of flowers, "Are you very surprised?"

Zhao Yong was completely confused.

"This is impossible. Who can pretend to be me?" Zhao Yong yelled in a flash, his voice still hoarse.

"Just spend some money and get a better mask, it's rare!" Wang Hui sneered, "So, Mr. Zhao, you are now...already offline!"

Take off

Machine status!

An appropriate but murderous metaphor.

Zhao Yong's eyes were full of tears.

If someone goes abroad on his behalf, no one will think of him here.

Everyone's vision was misled.

No wonder Wang Hui is so bold!

"Wang Hui, you are too sinister!" he roared in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you!" Wang Hui shrugged, "You are all forcing me!"

He stood up, bent over, and stared at Zhao Yong's eyes: "Do you know how long I have planned for today?"

"Do you know how much money you spent for today?"

"Do you know how many people we have found for today?"

"Do you know what you will face after today?"

"Silly stuff...when you wanted to kill me, did you think about what it is today?"

Wang Hui asked several questions in a row, which made Zhao Yong dumbfounded.

"You think if I torture you here, the so-called justice will come to me and punish me? You dream!" Wang Hui roared wildly, swung his fist and slammed it hard on his face.

"puff!"

Zhao Yong's tooth burst out with blood.

This blow contained Wang Hui's endless anger.

"If you have money and power, do you think you can crush me to death?"

"Bang!" punch.

"Do you think you have power and power, so I dare not kill you?"

"Bang!" Another punch.

Zhao Yong's mouth was covered in blood, extremely miserable.

After thirty years of his life, he was glorious and walked smoothly along the road paved by his father.

In the minds of countless people who are struggling at the bottom, Zhao Yong is a model of success.

However, he never regarded the life he had as a gift from God, but instead did whatever he wanted.

Today, I finally suffered retribution.

"Wang Hui... I know I'm wrong... You said, why are you willing to let me go?" Zhao Yong burst into tears. At this time, his face was swollen. He had no strength to insult Wang Hui again, showing his courage.

Wang Hui smiled: "When you have suffered all the pain, if you can hold on, I will give you a happy way to die."

"You!" Zhao Yong's breathing was rapid and painful, which made him feel extremely awake.

"What are you? Have you ever given us a choice in the Daxinganling Mountains?" Wang Hui sneered, hooked his fingers, and Li Hao walked over.

"Haozi, where are the tendons?" Wang Hui pinched a scalpel in his hand. "His legs are ruined, so it's meaningless for me to cut his tendons."

"No...no!" Zhao Yong became frightened again.

Wang Hui took action without mercy and was really tormenting.

"Boss, I'll do it!" Li Hao took the knife, "You're prone to bleeding a lot!"

"Yes!" Wang Hui threw the knife to Li Hao.

Li Hao was so serious that he pointed the blade on Zhao Yong's wrist.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, it's not time for you to die yet! Enjoy it!"

As soon as the knife cut a hole in Zhao Yong's arm, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Add medicine!" Wang Hui said lightly.

...

It was dawn and Zhao Yong's father didn't sleep all night.

I dealt with the work of the industrial and commercial tax inspection team in the middle of the night, and ran to my sister's home in the middle of the night to discuss the land procedures.

He had already clearly smelled a scent, but he could do nothing.

The account of my own shopping center is in a mess.

Of course they have their own small account books, but the question is, how do tax people grasp the real situation? Who betrayed them?

Zhao Yong's father couldn't understand.

The problem with plots is even more difficult to deal with.

The procedures for that piece of land have not been completed, and the commercial development license has always been hung. I originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of "expressing sincerity" to the Li family to transfer the plot and complete the procedures with the Li family's strength.

If they make money, they will make money, and the Zhao family can be regarded as losing a burden.

But unexpectedly... there was something wrong at this critical moment.

It rained all night long.

At nine o'clock the next morning, the stock market opened, and the Zhao family's stocks remained sideways strangely.

No rise or fall.

Everyone is waiting.

Once the Li family is hit with great thunder, it will definitely be a bloody storm.

But this is not the focus of Zhao Yong's father's attention, because he was already confused before the stock market opened.

In the morning, when he dragged his tired body back to the door and was about to enter the house to take a break, he found a team of police officers at the door.

"What?" Zhao Yong's father was stunned when he looked at the police's summons.

Early in the morning, several calls were made to the police one after another, all pointing to Zhao Yong.
Chapter completed!