Next to the container, there are metal tables equipped with restraint devices, and a worker is drawing blood from the restrained Deadpool.

Deadpool let out a sharp roar, but the worker looked numb.

On another table, a female deadbeat was being disemboweled, and the fetus in her belly was clearly visible.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, his body flashed like a phantom, and he held a man who looked like a foreman in his hand.

"Where is Juan?"

he asked.

"I, I don't know."

The foreman said tremblingly.

Then he saw his eyes being gouged out with his own hands.

"Next time it's your gun and bullets."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"He's there, he's there!"

The foreman pointed fearfully to a corner of the factory, where there was a separate room.

"Kill them all."

Lu Mingfei smashed the foreman with the floor, turned around and rushed towards the office.

Because he was worried about Zhu An escaping or delivering a letter, he even started the walking breathing method.

The distance of more than twenty meters was covered by him in an instant. Lu Mingfei smashed the brick wall with one punch and looked at the shocked Zhu An inside.

Zhu An had no intention of escaping, but instead, with his lower body naked, he was furiously attacking a female deadpool who was tied to the dining table.

"Fake!"

He roared angrily, with fright and annoyance at being discovered.

Zhu An pulled out the hardened barrel, picked up the gold version of the M1911 placed aside and fired three shots in a row.

Even so, he was still upset and planned to use a machine gun later to beat this bastard who disturbed people's happiness into a hornet's nest.

Lu Mingfei knocked away the bullet and threw Zhu An to the ground.

Although he tried his best to restrain his strength, Zhu An was still thrown so hard that he almost lost his breath.

His two eyes looked dull due to concussion, as if half of his soul had gone to hell.

Lu Mingfei raised his foot, and a fifty-yard elastic steel boot stepped on his right leg, crushing the muscles and bones into mud.

The inhuman pain brought Zhu An's soul back to the world. While wailing, he tried to reach his legs with his hands, but he could only touch the cold edge of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

"Where is the temple's headquarters?"

Lu Mingfei shouted and asked.

"I'm just the factory manager, I don't know where the headquarters is."

Zhu An said twitchingly.

"Guzman has said everything, don't make unnecessary excuses."

He sneered.

That beast deserves to go to hell!

Zhu An cursed loudly in his heart.

"I can't tell you, otherwise I will definitely have my chest broken open by the temple warriors, use my heart to sacrifice to the gods, and my soul will be tortured forever on the Obsidian Mountain."

He shook his head.

The hell in Aztec mythology is called Mictlan, and the souls of the dead have to pass through nine levels to reach hell.

One of them is to climb over an obsidian mountain called Iztpetl. The obsidian is very sharp, and the soul will constantly experience the pain of being cut when passing through it.

"If you hadn't told me, you would have been tortured right now. I would have peeled off your skin, cut open your breastbone, ripped out your heart and let you eat it yourself. And, you would have lived to see it digested.

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Lu Mingfei's tone was more biting than the cold wind of hell.
Chapter completed!