bullyxtreme Chapter 237 Killing Pigs
Chapter 237 Killing Pigs
Chen Yan looked around the bathroom and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"What a talent. He doesn't sleep on a Simmons mattress but sleeps in the bathtub every day. How many disgusting things must he have done to be so afraid of death?
However, he was the only one who could come up with this method to evade pursuit, and even I was almost fooled by him, he is really talented."
Chen Yan's eyes flashed with viciousness at this time, and he said viciously:
"You like sleeping in the bathtub, so I'll give you a fate of Mercury retrograde."
He stripped Wu Dabao naked, tied him up with a bed sheet, and made him kneel in the bathtub. He then turned on the faucet and tested the water temperature with his hand.
"Not bad, about 30 degrees, the bleeding speed is faster, but the pain is the lowest, perfect!"
Then he smiled evilly and looked at the unconscious Wu Dabao, like a butcher seeing a piglet, his eyes full of greed:
"Baby, I'm afraid you will move around later, so I'll kill your hope first."
After saying that, the Nepalese machete in Chen Yan's hand flashed before his eyes, and with two sharp cuts, Wu Dabao's tendons were cut.
“Woo——”
Wu Dabao woke up in severe pain, but his mouth was blocked and he couldn't make any sound.
He looked at everything in front of him, his whole body filled with panic and fear of death. As his leg tendons were severed, he was completely unable to move and could only twist his fat upper body frantically.
In the pitch-black room, there were suddenly a few sparks, and then the sparks moved towards him.
Chen Yan held a cigarette in his mouth and stared at Wu Dabao's eyes with a ruffian look on his face. He gently patted Wu Dabao's face in the most dignity-destroying way for a man.
"You're the one who calls yourself the King of Shanghai! I was in northwest Shanxi, and the Japanese soldiers I beat almost called me daddy, but they didn't dare to call themselves the king. You're really awesome.
Fuck, there are still men who call themselves kings these days. I'm really enlightened when a knife stabs my butt. Why are you pretending to be so great?
Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, there is a girl named Jasmine, she is your woman, right? I did it to her too."
Hearing this, Wu Dabao found it difficult to suppress the anger in his heart. He didn't know if it was because of Jasmine or because no one had dared to look down on him for many years. He completely forgot about his situation and twisted his fat body wildly, moving closer to Chen Yan little by little.
Suddenly, Wu Dabao lost his balance and dived into the bathtub, his whole body bent. However, he still turned his face towards Chen Yan, staring at him, his eyes full of anger as if he wanted to burn Chen Yan to death.
Chen Yan squatted down and looked at Wu Dabao with a playful smile:
"Look how fat you are. People even believe that you are pregnant with two babies. It seems that you have caused a lot of trouble to the people over the years.
Hey, I told you to stop struggling, the more you struggle, the more excited I get."
Chen Yan scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. "How's the water temperature? Is it comfortable?"
"Do you know what this means?" Chen Yan closed his eyes and gestured with his hands in the air, "30 degrees water temperature can make the blood flow out of the body the fastest, but the pain is the lowest.
The human body's blood accounts for 240% of body weight. I have already calculated it for you. I estimate that you weigh 20 kilograms, which means you probably have nearly kilograms of blood.
Look at the water in the bathtub again. At the current flow rate, it will cover your nasal cavity in about 20 minutes, so I plan to drain your blood within 20 minutes."
"So do you know what I'm going to do?" Chen Yan actually showed a silly and cute look on his face, "Have you heard of bleeding pigs?"
At this time, Wu Dabao seemed to have understood Chen Yan's intention. His eyes, which were full of dissatisfaction just now, now began to show a begging look.
"Well, I still like the look in your eyes now, be good, I will be gentle with you later.
By the way, now I’ll give you another question for you to think about before you die. Accelerating blood circulation can help your thinking become more agile.
Tell me, will you choke to death or bleed to death?"
Chen Yan smashed it all, looking very serious, "That's a good question, I don't know the answer either.
I guess as long as you know the answer to the riddle, remember to come to me in your dreams, I’m not afraid."
At this time, Wu Dabao was exhausted, but he still struggled to move his fat body. He looked at Chen Yan as if he was looking at a demon, playing with the world, but the price was his own life. Fear had penetrated every cell of his body.
"Okay, you old baby, let's get started, I hope fear makes you happy."
Upon hearing this, Wu Dabao's body trembled even more violently. With a "swish" sound, the scimitar in Chen Yan's hand slashed across Wu Dabao's wrist.
“This is the radial artery. My movement just now was a bit rough. I still need to work harder on practicing this technique!
Next time when I meet someone as pretentious as you, I believe I will perform better, so cheer for me."
A hint of evil flashed across Chen Yan's face, "Okay, that's all for today. I hope you learn to be a human being in your next life."
As soon as he turned around, he suddenly thought of something and looked back at Wu Dabao.
"Oh, I almost forgot, even if you die, you must die knowing full well.
Want to know my name? I am Chen Yan, the commander of the Eighth Route Army Independent Column.
I have killed so many traitors. When you get there, there will probably be many like-minded people there. Ask them about me and they will know what kind of person I am.
I wish you a happy death."
After saying that, Chen Yan walked out of the bathroom and gently closed the door, leaving Wu Dabao alone to face the darkness and the fear of death.
“Woo—woo—woo.”
Soon after, the water in the bathtub had already covered his eyes. He could feel the coming of death in advance, and his eyes were filled with despair and regret.
I have everything, why can't I have a good ending?
I started wandering the streets when I was seven years old. I worked as a horseman, a water seller, and a driver. I worked hard step by step to achieve what I have today. Why does God treat me like this?
At this time, the color of the water in the bathtub gradually darkened, and the smell of blood became stronger.
The sky gradually turned pale, and the sun, full of hope, poured out. The Wu Mansion was still calm, with no signs of anything unusual, as if nothing had happened.
Chen Yan appeared again on the street opposite the Wu Mansion. He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.
"San'er, as your elder brother, I have done what I should do.
A new day brings new hope, and I hope you can get through this smoothly."
He stretched himself and strolled leisurely on the streets of Shanghai. He passed by a breakfast shop, bought two fried dough sticks, and ate them with relish as he walked back.
"Goodbye, Shanghai. I thought I would miss you so much, but now I miss the cave dwellings in northwest Shanxi more."