The Strongest Soldier in the City

Staring at Song Jiawei, Chen Liuhe said expressionlessly: "Xiao Shanshan has told me everything, how dare you deny it? I think you really don't want to live tonight." Murderous intent, from Chen Liuhe's body radiated out and penetrated into Song Jiawei's mind.

Song Jiawei was frightened out of his mind. He looked at Chen Liuhe in horror, his body trembling continuously.

"I...I...slander, yes, it must be slander, Chen Liuhe, you believe me." Song Jiawei was still trying his best to deny it, hoping to get away with it.

Chen Liuhe said: "Do you know what relationship Zuo Anhua has with me? He is my best brother. Touching him is an unforgivable sin."

"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't tell me the truth again, you will die, and die miserably."

Chen Liuhe said in a ferocious voice: "I promise."

"You...you dare to kill me? Dare to kill me here? I don't believe it..." Song Jiawei said in fear.

"Poof!" As soon as Song Jiawei finished speaking, Chen Liuhe stabbed Song Jiawei's neck with a piece of glass shard.

Immediately, blood splashed out like spring water, Song Jiawei

His eyes widened and he collapsed to the ground in fear. He thought he was going to die.

There were screams of terror all around, and the entire nightclub hall fell into chaos.

"Killing."

Such shouts came and went, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them in horror.

However, Chen Liuhe had a gloomy face and was completely unmoved by everything around him.

He looked down at Song Jiawei and said, "Don't worry, you won't die yet. To be precise, you won't die so quickly."

"Blood will flow slowly along your arteries. At this rate, you should have fifteen minutes to live. After fifteen minutes, you will die from excessive blood loss."

Chen Liuhe's voice was soft, as if he was talking about something insignificant: "Of course, if I pull out that piece of glass, you will die suddenly within three minutes."

Song Jiawei was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. His body was shaking, and his face covered with blood was full of fear.

"Devil, you devil, don't kill me, I don't want to die, Chen Liuhe, please, don't kill me..." Under the aura of death, Song Jiawei completely lost his temper. begging for mercy, he didn't want to die.

"Don't want to die? It's very simple. Tell me the truth and I can let you live." Chen Liuhe said coldly.

After a pause, Chen Liuhe continued to ask: "Did you instigate Zuo Anhua's car accident?"

"Yes...no..." Song Jiawei nodded, then quickly shook his head.

"Is that really true?" Chen Liuhe said harshly.

"No...no, you don't care about my business, Chen Liuhe. I just followed other people's instructions. It has nothing to do with me." Song Jiawei said hurriedly. By now, he really didn't dare to hide anything. He was afraid of dying here.

Chen Liuhe is simply a lunatic. He believes that Chen Liuhe really dares to take his own life here.

"Who was the instigator behind the attack on Zuo Anhua?" Chen Liuhe asked in a solemn voice.

"Tai Shang... It's the Tai Shang family's intention. They asked me to do this." Song Jiawei confessed.

"And this matter really has nothing to do with me. I just asked someone to take care of it. I didn't participate in the rest of the matter. I swear to God." Song Jiawei said.

"Chen Liuhe, I have said everything that needs to be said. Send me to the hospital quickly. I feel like I am going to die. I am so cold. I don't want to die." Song Jiawei grabbed Chen Liuhe's feet and kept begging for mercy.

"Six...brother...well, the ambulance has arrived, right at the door. Look at this..." A man rushed over, sweating profusely, He only dared to stand outside the elegant seats, not daring to step foot in the slightest. When facing Chen Liuhe, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and remained silent.

He is the owner of this nightclub, and he is definitely a figure in Yanjing.

But in front of Chen Liuhe, he didn't look good at all. His usual arrogance and arrogance were completely restrained.

The higher the person stands, the more aware of Chen Liuhe's energy and skills, and the less they dare to be presumptuous in front of Chen Liuhe.

Chen Liuhe didn't even look at the man. He just looked down at Song Jiawei and said, "There is also a trace of the Song family involved in this matter."

"No, absolutely not, it has nothing to do with the Song family." Song Jiawei said quickly.

"Without the support of the Song family, would the Taishang family dare to do such a thing? Cooperate with the Taishang family to play a serial killing game with me. You, the Song family, are really good and capable." Chen Liuhe laughed ferociously.

"I'm so cold, Chen Liuhe, I don't want to die, please help me..." Song Jiawei, who was curled up underground, kept shivering, his lips were pale, and his pupils seemed to be gradually dilating. Life force is passing quickly.

"Sixth Brother...Well, Young Master Song is really dying. If someone is killed..." The man standing outside the booth was worried. If Song Jiawei died in his place... , then he can just run away, Yan Jing will not be able to survive.

Chen Liuhe still ignored him, but leaned on the sofa, silently lit a cigarette, puffed away the smoke, and tried his best to think about something.

Now that Song Jiawei got the news he wanted, he should consider how to play the next move.

This time, there is absolutely no way that things will end in an anticlimactic manner, and there will be no such thing as a big deal being trivialized.

Chen Liuhe will definitely bite him to the death, and if he wants to play, he will play as hard as possible. Even if he bites, he will still bite the opponent with blood.

The duration of a cigarette, whether long or short, is about three to five minutes.

Chen Liuhe was so natural that he could make others as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but they were so anxious that they really didn't dare to say anything for fear of provoking Chen Liuhe, the god of death, and thus suffering disaster.

Are you kidding me? Even the eldest son of the Song family dared to kill him, what else could Chen Liuhe not dare to do?

He looked down at Song Jiawei and fainted at some point.

Chen Liuhe knew it was almost done. He stood up and walked out of the booth with his head held high.

Wherever they passed, everyone consciously gave way to a path, which could be said to be the center of attention.

Countless unruly crowds gathered throughout Nuoda's nightclub, but at this moment they were completely silent, not even one breathing heavily.

This is the shock and oppression that Chen Liuhe brought to everyone.

This is a god-like man, a fierce man standing at the top of the food chain!