Merchant of the Underworld

"Ah?" Wei Laizi was shocked when he heard this.

"Originally, I wanted to just do it to you, and just go back and pay for the work, but I didn't expect that you, a cripple, are quite capable, and you have a business secretly. If you are willing to spit out the money, then I will Save your life." I said.

"Brother, I really don't have any other business, I just..."

"Humph, are you still pretending?" I snorted and pointed at the ground: "Do you know where this place is? Let me remind you, this is a pig farm."

When he heard the words "pig farm", Wei Laizi wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, but he immediately pretended to be confused: "Brother, what does this mean?"

"Are you still pretending to be confused?" I threw away the cigarette butt, took the knife from the hand of the drug police brother next to me, took two steps forward, and slashed his ear with a click.

In fact, my knife just came down, and it only made a small cut. At the same time, I flicked my fingertips, and a touch of pain soul powder fell on the wound.

This thing was originally used to refine evil spirits.

Ghosts have no bodies and cannot feel pain, but the soul-painful powder I secretly prepared according to the "Yin Fu Jing" can have the same effect on ghosts.

Even evil spirits would feel something extremely painful, but a tough guy like Wei Laizi couldn't bear it, and he immediately screamed.

While I was grinding my heel, pretending to be stepping on the ear that had been chopped off by me, I rubbed the blood that was originally smeared on the blade on his face, and said with a sinister expression: "I don't want to say it yet. Really? Then I will chop off all the parts on your body one by one. I want to see how long you can resist."

As he spoke, he swung the knife again and slashed the other ear.

"No, no... I said, I said..." This guy begged for mercy, "I set up this pig farm. I planned to make some poison, but I just made it and was discovered by the police before I could transport it. Oh, I really didn’t get a penny! There’s no big money.”

"Do you really have no money?" I asked in disbelief.

"Really not!" Wei Laizi replied sincerely: "Not only did I not make any money, I was also deceived a lot. The guy said he wanted to buy land and raw materials, and also asked for help to manage channels and so on. Something happened. After that, I gave him a large amount of travel expenses, which cost me several million, and I really didn’t make any money.”

"It seems that you fool has really been deceived. Judging from the soot on the ceiling, it must have been made into at least several tons! How many did the police seize? That guy had already sold the goods and made money and ran away. ! And I deliberately left some clues to the police, deliberately cutting off your thoughts. It would be better for you, idiot, to give me travel expenses." I smiled deliberately.

Wei Laizi didn't know the details. When he heard this, he was very angry. He secretly gritted his teeth and cursed: "This bastard!"

"Since the money is with him, I can just go find him. As long as you tell me where he is, I will let you go."

"He..." Wei Zizi was about to say, but he seemed to notice it and looked at me warily.

"Why are you bothering with your grandma?" After I said that, I stabbed him on the left side of his face. At the same time, I sealed one of his eyes with Yin magic and increased the dosage of some soul-painful powder.

"Ah!" Wei Laizi screamed in pain, tears streaming down his face under the stimulation of the Soul Pain Powder.

But Wei Laizi, who was completely blind in one eye and in agony, had already mistook the tears for blood, thinking that I had blinded his eye with the knife just now.

"Damn it! People are treating you like a fool, and you're so damn tight-lipped about it." As I said that, I prepared to chop his second eye.

This time Wei Laizi was finally scared!

And it also completely dispelled his previous worries, because no policeman would do this, and even if they were tortured to extract a confession, they would not be able to cut off ears or eyes.

"I said, I said everything!" Wei Laizi said repeatedly: "He is from Lufeng, Guangdong. His name is Zhao Guangfu. We all call him Fu Zai. The last place he sent me a message was in Yangon, Myanmar. It is said that, He has a distant uncle who runs a cargo station over there..."

Upon hearing this, several anti-narcotics police officers gave me a look of approval without revealing anything. One of the brothers, who was wearing equipment, quickly unbuckled his belt and pretended to go to the toilet, and walked out quickly.

In fact, he held a pinhole camera and a voice recorder in his hands.

"You're being honest!" I patted his face lightly with the knife a few times, then my expression changed, and I laughed and said, "But this is too honest, and there is no good in it. You have already said it. Why should I keep you?"

"Don't...don't...brother!" Wei Zizi's face suddenly changed upon hearing this, and he begged urgently.

"Don't blame me for turning into a goddamn ghost! Every injustice has its owner, and whoever wants to kill you knows it yourself. Go find him yourself!" As I said that, I swung the knife fiercely and pointed it at him. The chest was pierced.

The knife pierced his clothes and passed through his body.

But his eyes on this side had been covered by me, and his hands and feet were tied so he couldn't see clearly. Under the stimulation of the soul-painful powder, he really thought he had been pierced through the heart by me.

Suddenly he screamed and screamed in agony!

"Liu Yang, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." I grabbed the handle of the knife that was only half exposed in front of him with one hand and said, "It seems that Mr. Liu did not spend the money unfairly at all. You kid is not righteous at all. You can really confess him." Ah! If it were me, I would have killed you a long time ago. How can I still keep you alive today?"

"Bah, righteousness is nothing! He even murdered his own father, who else can he be righteous to? He wanted to kill me to silence me, but that thing didn't work on me, so he turned to..." He was just halfway through his words filled with righteous indignation, Suddenly he was stunned, and then he lowered his head desperately and looked at his heart.

Although this kid fell into my trap, he is not a fool after all.

You clearly saw the knife piercing my heart. Although you felt immense pain, why didn't you die? And he can still shout with such strength. He finally realized something was wrong, and when he looked down, he saw that my knife had only scratched a little bit of my skin and was stuck on the ground close to my ribs. In fact, there was not even a trace of blood on my clothes.

"You...who are you?" Only then did he realize that he had been deceived, and asked in shock.

As soon as I saw that he had seen through the truth, I smiled slightly and pulled out the knife: "It doesn't matter who I am anymore. What matters is that the evidence that you are a murderer and a drug dealer will be found soon. Of course, you should be happy. Yes, he is still alive after all.”