Obviously, this masked man never expected Zhang Jing to attack him in a while.

He even held a knife in his hand.

But when Zhang Jing kicked him down one by one.

The knife in his hand had already landed on the ground with a clang.

Then he fell to the ground.

At this time, a severe pain came from his crotch, and he no longer cared about the pain caused by the bones all over his body as if they were about to fall apart.

The man fell to the ground, then his body was arched, his hands covered his crotch, his whole body trembled, and he let out a wail.

The shouts of killing from all directions also shocked the seven or eight masked people in the distance.

Their first reaction was to escape.

But it's too late for all this.

Those who came from all sides were all the lieutenants of Jinyi, with as many as a hundred people.

After quickly surrounding them, the masked men wanted to resist stubbornly, but after screaming here one after another, three or four people were chopped down. The remaining people were completely scared and knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy, "Give up your life!"

The masked man who was kicked by Zhang Jing was still rolling on the ground.

I don’t know what liquid came out from the trousers. His voice was hoarse and sharp, which made the night sky a little more terrifying.

Zhang Jingyi walked forward slowly.

He stretched out his feet, and the boots stomped on the masked man's face.

Zhang Jingyi used some strength to use his feet, and the masked man suddenly felt his head swelling. He shouted: "You...you...you are Zhang Jingyi? Zhang Jingyi, do you want the prince's life? You are so brave...you are crazy."

Zhang Jing laughed and raised her boots, but kicked them hard.

This kick hit the masked man in the face.

With a click, it seemed like a bone was broken. The masked man could no longer make any sound.

Deng Jian stepped forward and pulled off his face towel. He realized that it was a man in his thirties or forties with a scar on his face. However, just now, Zhang Jing kicked his chin one by one, causing his chin to stagnate. At this time, his chin drooped, making it look even more ferocious.

Deng Jian straightened his chin, and with a snap, the man recovered.

But at this moment, he was still arching, covering his pants, staring at Zhang Jingyi tightly, as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes.

Zhang Jingyi said coldly: "Who asked you to come?"

The man groaned and refused to respond.

Zhang Jingyi said: "Not afraid, you have the opportunity to say that when you arrive here, you are not afraid that you will not speak."

As he said that, Zhang Jing said, "Take them all away."

In the carriage, Tian Shenglan thought that she might finally be ‘saved’, but at this moment, she was so scared that her face was pale when she heard the wailing outside.

Zhang Jing ordered the team to be withdrawn.

Back in the prison, the lights were already on.

Zhang Jing suddenly tried overnight.

The masked man who was injured in the DANG department was soon taken to the interrogation room.

Tian Shenglan was also carried in.

At this time, Tian Shenglan looked shocked, while Zhang Jingyi was full of murderous aura, exuding a cold aura, and pointed his hand at the masked man and said, "Do you recognize this person?"

The masked man's face was distorted, and he was obviously very hurt.

Tian Shenglan shook her head hurriedly: "No, I don't recognize it, Marquis, you have to believe me, I don't recognize this person."

Zhang Jingyi smiled coldly, then looked at the masked man: "Then you should know the person in front of you."

The masked man said: "I know."

"You're just trying to save him?"

The masked man said nothing.

Zhang Jingyi said: "What's your name?"

The masked man suddenly looked at Zhang Jingyi hatefully and answered the question: "If you bring me this, then the prince will be dead. If you kill the prince, you will definitely die."

Zhang Jingyi stared at the masked man tightly, but smiled, smiling evilly: "Are you threatening me?"

The masked man said nothing again.

Zhang Jing took his gaze back from the masked man, but walked to the table beside him, where there were many torture instruments.

Zhang Jingyi picked up a pair of gloves from the torture instrument, as if the wind was light and cloudy. The gloves were covered with fine needles. The fine needles on the fists were densely packed.

Zhang Jing turned around, walked to the masked man and said, "I'll ask you again, what's your name?"

The masked man snorted coldly: "The prince is dead, you are dead, and the emperor now has only one son. His life is crucial. If you let me go now, maybe there is still room for trouble. My accomplices and I have agreed that if I don't bring Tian Shenglan back safely, the prince will die before dawn. Now, if you let me go back now and give Tian Shenglan to me, maybe there is still something to do..."

Halfway through his words, Zhang Jing grabbed his neck with one hand.

So the masked man immediately made a uh...uh sound from his mouth.

However, Zhang Jingyi's hand with fists slammed into his face.

Bang...

The gauntlets are covered with dense steel needles.

With one punch, blood dripped.

The masked man let out another uh scream.

Zhang Jingyi ignored him, and punched him like lightning.

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

The masked man was already in pain and wailing.

The steel needle is short and thin, so the masked man was covered in blood, but it did not touch the key points.

Only Zhang Jingyi punched her last.

The needle suddenly pierced into the masked man's closed eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the steel needle that pierced into the left eye came out with Zhang Jing's fist, and blood overflowed from the masked man's eyes.

He covered his eye sockets and shouted even more shrillly.

At this time, not only was his face covered with dense wounds, but his eyes were blind, and his eyeball seemed to be broken. In the blink of an eye, thick white liquid seemed to flow out.

"Give me your life, spare me your life, please spare me... save me..."

Zhang Jing had no expression on her face, but just stared at the person in front of her coldly.

On weekdays, he rarely tortures people.

Although he was an Jinyiwei, Zhang Jingyi did not take torture as a pleasure. Even in the Qianhu Office of Xinxian County, he set a rule that he would do his best not torture.

This is not really Zhang Jingyi's kindness.

Instead, Zhang Jingyi believes that when a person is used to torture people, he will inevitably develop a distorted mentality. What he needs is to build a capable team, but he does not need a group of perverts who enjoy torture people.

However, today, Zhang Jingyi broke the precept, and this was the first time he had to torture someone himself.

Looking at this guy who was almost unrecognizable and completely inhumane.

Zhang Jingyi was still not satisfied. He pulled off his boxing gloves and sat slowly across the face, watching the masked man covering his face desperately.

Tian Shenglan, who was beside her, had already been scared.

He had a pale face, trembling all over his body, and said stutteringly: "Marty, Marquis... These people have nothing to do with me, I don't recognize them... nor did I ask them to rescue me. Marquis please believe me. I, what I should explain, and even the family's assets are taken out. Marquis, you have to believe me, they... They must be sent by those who collude with the Fan family. They want to hand over me because they are afraid that I know what I know, Marquis, this..."

Zhang Jing said lightly: "I believe in you."

Tian Shenglan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard these four words. He didn't dare to look at the masked man anymore, so his eyes lowered and looked at his toes, but he felt his legs were a little weak and his head was a little dizzy.

The masked man kept howling, and tears couldn't help but shed, but these salty and wet tears appeared on the wounds of his eyes, making his scalp numb again.

Finally, he fainted.

But soon, someone brought cold water and woke him up, allowing him to return to reality.

His other eye opened his line desperately, and he saw Zhang Jingyi, who was vaguely sitting opposite him with his hands crossed and calmly.

When Zhang Jing saw him awake, he said word by word: "Name..."

This sound is emotional.

So, a painful memory surged into the heart of the masked man.

He finally squirmed with difficulty and said stutteringly: "Zeng...Zeng Erhe."

Zhang Jingyi said: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
To be continued...