Chapter 112: who sent you to follow
The person Zhou Huan was worried about was dying in a small alley at the moment.
boom!
"what!"
The person following him didn't respond, and he wondered why the person in front had suddenly disappeared?
Suddenly, he was thrown to the ground from head to toe, and gold stars appeared in his sore eyes.
Immediately, a foot in leather shoes stepped on the neck, just need to exert a little more strength...
"Don't, don't."
In the face of life and death, I am afraid, no one can be calm.
It was the man who stepped on the ground, his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, and only a long-sleeved white shirt on his upper body. Because he had to start, he unbuttoned two buttons in advance, and his sleeves were all rolled up at his elbows.
Listening to the people on the ground begging for mercy, the man sneered coldly and exerted a little force on his feet.
"Don't, it hurts, please, don't kill me!"
With a mocking expression on the man's face, he said in a low voice:
"Kill you? I still think dirty hands!
Come on, who sent you here? "
Although there is still a living person under his feet, it is not much different from stepping on an ant.
"I... No one sent me here. Really, I'm just your fan, Mr. Fu."
Ah.
The corners of the man's lips twitched coldly, and a stern look flashed in his eyes:
"Although I don't really want to get my hands dirty, I can still make life worse than death. Would you like to try it?"
As he spoke, he bent down halfway, and patted the face of the man on the ground with his palm, once and again.
"Not really, Mr. Fu..."
A painful scream of 'ah' suddenly sounded in the alley.
The entire arm was broken.
His face was instantly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat the size of a bean. Tears, snot, and saliva all flowed out uncontrollably for a while.
"I have limited patience. Do you want to experience it once on both hands and legs, or once on your neck?"
hiss
If this is on the neck once, it will be completely useless to play.
Light, paralyzed for life,
If it's a little more serious, it'll be over.
After all, I just said I didn't want to get my hands dirty, and I wouldn't do it if I didn't say it for real!
Just when the man on the ground was still thinking about all kinds of entanglements, there was a sudden pain in his chest, and two 'clicks' could be clearly heard, and the sound of ribs breaking one after another sounded.
The leather shoes have already landed on the third rib. Obviously, if you can't hear what you want to hear in the next second, then this third rib can't be saved.
"I said, I said!"
At this time, if you still can't see that the person in front of you is a lunatic when he starts to move his hands, then he has lived for so many years.
"Not just me!"
"Um?"
The man on the ground howled in pain a few times before continuing:
"I said, not only am I following you, Mr. Fu, but others are also following other artists!"
Fu Jiyan's eyes narrowed slightly:
"What do you follow the entertainers in the entertainment industry?" asked.
"Well, I don't know the specifics. We just follow the instructions above, track male artists in the entertainment industry, and find that person!"
that person?
"Who?"
"Gun!
I really don't know about the rest. The task I received is to follow you, Mr. Fu, and find out the evidence that you are Gun. "
Fu Jiyan let go of his feet, but even if he let go, the man on the ground wouldn't be able to get up.
"You said you didn't know? Then how do you know if I'm the Gun?"
If you want to fool people, don't you look at who the person you are fooling is?
Ah.
"I, I, really don't know very well. If I think you are Gun, then I won't be in charge of it, and someone special will take over!"