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Chapter five hundred and twelve: tragic(2/2)

Kong Yanzhi couldn't help but shudder and shouted unconsciously: "You dare to hit me!"

Zhang Jingyi laughed and said, "What are you? Why can't you fight?"

"you……"

After hearing this, Zhang Jing picked him up and pulled his back. Kong Yanzhi was thin and looked like a dead dog. Zhang Jingyi dragged him out of the lobby all the way, listening to Zhang Jing's ears: "Preparation room, let Wu Changchun prepare that dog."

"Here."

All this was too unexpected, and Kong Yanzhi was extremely frightened.

He still said stubbornly: "Do you know the consequences..."

Dragging it to the torture room, Zhang Jingyi threw Kong Yanzhi to the ground.

Then, Zhang Jing walked a few steps and sat down on a prepared chair.

The atmosphere here is obviously even more remarkable than what was just now.

There were a few people who were waiting for their orders later.

Zhang Jingyi seemed to be no longer excited at this time, but sat down lightly and waited for someone to serve a hot tea, so he lowered his head and took a sip.

Then... he said slowly: "Mr. Kong... don't plan to get out of here. Since you have a hard bone, then you and I will fight... Yes... bring me the certificate in."

"yes."

With a command, then... a few people covered in blood were dragged in.

These people have almost no good flesh on them.

It seems that there is no reaction to the pain.

He was thrown away in the room like a dead dog.

Kong Yanzhi looked up and looked carefully, but he could not tell who these people were no matter what...

But... Kong Yanzhi couldn't help but tremble all over.

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Chapter completed!
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