Death Inquisitor

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"What!" Zhao Wu had a look of disbelief on his face: "You, how dare you speak to me like this? Ruan Bao, are you crazy!"

Zhao Wu's shock was not unreasonable.

Ruan Bao didn't know who he was before, so he just dared to be arrogant to him.

But now that everyone has recovered their memories, the other party should obviously know his identity, and he still has the guts to yell at him!

You should know that people in their line of work are very hierarchical.

Ruan Bao didn't even dare to fart in front of him before. Therefore, Ruan Bao's behavior just now seemed incredible to Zhao Wu.

"Do you think you are still the boss? Let me say it again what I said before! You are just a prisoner now, who is afraid of whom! I will yell at you today! Bite me if you don't accept it!" Ruan Bao shouted with a crazy look. road.

He looked very excited.

Zhao Wu was speechless after being yelled at by him.

After snorting in disdain, he turned to Ye Chen and said solemnly: "Death Judge, you have had enough fun! Kill if you want, and chop if you want! I know that falling into your hands will never end well, and I have no hope of leaving alive. This time I admit defeat and take my life!”

"Haha..." Under the mask, Ye Chen let out a strange laugh.

Then he waved his hand, and the three men in black standing next to Zhao Wu retreated behind him.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing the man in black retreating and regaining his freedom, Zhao Wu's face did not show joy, but looked even more ugly.

Because in the hands of the death judge, death will always be easier than living.

If the Death Judge doesn't kill him now, he obviously doesn't intend to let him go.

"You should hate this guy very much. I'll give you a chance to kill him with your own hands." Ye Chen said lightly, and three voices sounded in the room at the same time.

Zhao Wu turned his head and glanced at the lost Ruan Bao on the ground next to him, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Whether it was Ruan Bao leading the man in black to find him, or the rude words just now, it was enough to make Zhao Wu want to kill this guy.

"Okay!" He gritted his teeth.

Even though he knew that the Death Judge wanted the two of them to kill each other and increase their pain before death, Zhao Wu still agreed.

He took out the dagger stuck in his waist, pulled it out and threw away the sheath.

"Kill me? Hahaha, come! If you don't come, you will be your grandson, hahaha!" Ruan Bao also took out the dagger and sat up from the ground, but did not stand up, so he mocked Zhao Wufang.

He was planning to break the jar.

On the contrary, I felt a little happy in my heart.

In the past, when he met Zhao Wu, he always acted like a grandson, because the other person was the boss and he was just a lackey.

But today, he finally had the opportunity to talk to Zhao Wuping. He doesn't have to be afraid of the other party anymore! This feeling is beautiful and wonderful, but it is a pity that both of them will die soon.

"I will make you unable to laugh for a while." Zhao Wu looked gloomy.

He walked towards Ruan Bao, holding the dagger in his hand tightly.

Suddenly something occurred to him, he took a few steps back and asked Ye Chen, "Can I use a machete?"

"It's up to you. You can use everything in this room. Including the machete on the ground." Ye Chen said.

"Zhao Wu, you are shameless!" Ruan Bao's expression changed drastically.

He hurriedly crawled towards the machete not far away.

If the opponent is allowed to get the machete but he holds a dagger in his hand, doesn't it mean that he will be unilaterally killed next?

However, the machete was smashed from Zhao Wu's hand by the man in black before, and it was much closer to him than to Ruan Bao.

So before Ruan Bao could crawl in front of him, he had already lowered his head and bent down to pick up the machete.

Then he showed a cruel smile towards Ruan Bao in front of him.

"You!" Ruan Bao had a look of horror on his face.

He began to move toward the back: "No, wait! Boss, there was a misunderstanding just now, boss! Don't do anything! This is all the death judge's conspiracy!"

"Misunderstanding? I don't think there is any misunderstanding here. I only know that it is very pleasant to be able to kill you, a bastard, before I die! Don't worry, I don't want to die too early, and I don't want you to die too happily. . So I will torture you slowly! I hope you can hold on for a while!" Zhao Wu said with a sneer.

Blood was still dripping from his body, and he was approaching Ruan Bao step by step.

Every step he takes leaves a bloody footprint.

"Made, I will fight with you!"

Seeing that Zhao Wu was serious, Ruan Bao became furious and staggered up from the ground. One leg was standing empty, not daring to use force at all, and his face was full of pain.

But before he could stand firm, Zhao Wu had already slashed with his sword.

The target was clearly the hand holding the dagger!

"ah!"

With a clanking sound, the dagger fell into a pool of blood on the ground, and Ruan Bao let out a scream.

The machete slashed hard on his arm, leaving a very deep wound.

And embedded in the bones.

If it weren't for the lack of strength due to injury and blood loss, Zhao Wu could even cut off Ruan Bao's arm with this knife.

The next second, the knife was withdrawn.

The skin and flesh at the wound were rolled up, revealing the pale bones inside, and thick red and black blood gushes out from the pink muscles.

boom!

Seeing that the opponent had no weapons, Zhao Wu stepped forward and kicked Ruan Bao in the abdomen, knocking him backwards. Until you hit the wall behind.

Then he fell weakly to the ground, his body twitching from severe pain.

The lips were already white without a trace of blood, and the pupils were slightly dilated and a little dim.

The successive injuries caused him to lose too much blood, and his physical strength was almost at its limit.

"Zhao Wu, the death judge! I curse you to not have a good death... not to have a good death!" He murmured weakly, his voice as soft as a mosquito's cry.

Zhao Wu stepped forward, squatted down, and swung down the machete in his hand with a ferocious expression.

After a dull sound, the blade sank into the wound again.

This time it was a little deeper, just like chopping ribs, Zhao Wu kept chopping.

After seven or eight strokes, the arm was completely separated. The broken area was covered in blood and flesh, which looked very terrifying.

Judging from Zhao Wu's behavior, it was clear that he planned to cut Ruan Bao into pieces and die!

This is not just for the sake of resentment, but also to vent.

Anyone who knows that he is about to die cannot remain indifferent. ..

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