He knew that Song Xingli, the old thief, had lived enough in this life, so he dared to bet with him with his life, but his son Song Chenming was only twenty-two years old, and his youth was beginning. If he had him in his hands, Ye Qiu would not believe that this old boy would not surrender.

"What? Can you talk to me now?" Ye Qiu asked in a cold voice.

"Ye Qiu, don't"

Song Xingli just reached out to stop him, but heard a "crack", and then there was a scream like Song Chenming slapping pigs, "Ah, it hurts so much, Dad, help me!"

Yes, Ye Qiu did not hesitate at all. While pinching Song Chenming's throat with one hand, he directly broke Song Chenming's arm with the other hand. His huge pliers-like palm was like the judgement sign of the King of Hell, and often killed people without blood.

"Is it possible or not to answer my question?" Ye Qiu asked.

"Ye Qiu, don't be arrogant, be careful of me"

"Click!"

Just like the crisp sound just now, Ye Qiu quickly broke Song Chenming's other arm again. He was originally full of anger, and a vicious smile suddenly appeared on his face, just like the Hell Shura in the dark world three months ago, which was gloomy and terrifying.

"Can or can't?"

This is the third time Ye Qiu asked about the same question. After his arms were broken, he had to start with his legs.

Song Chenming, who was already crying in pain, begged his father and grandma and said, "Dad, please, you should answer his question, otherwise your son will be broken up later.

Oh, it hurts me so much, my arm.”

Song Chenming was still howling. The sad cry could be said to have cut through the entire abandoned factory. Ye Qiu's eardrums felt so shocking.

But he had no sympathy. Such a slap in his hands was just a common occurrence for the cold-blooded person in the past. If he didn't kill two villains every day to act on behalf of the heavens, Ye Qiu would feel uncomfortable all over.

Now that I have returned to China, I have more bonds and beauty, but I am a little afraid of it. Today, I finally had a chance to start a massacre, and Ye Qiu didn't want to give up so easily.

"Yes, I can!" Seeing that his son was so painful, Song Xingli quickly answered Ye Qiu's question.

"Okay, then hand over Xiao Yunhan now. It's fair for two hostages to exchange for one life." Ye Qiu said.

Song Xingli suddenly fell into hesitation. It can be said that before this, he was ready for everything and only lacked the east wind, but when things really started, he was still a little too rough.

For example, he could not understand how Ye Qiu was hijacking his son Song Chenming again under the threat of more than a dozen guns, under the lightning speed. This bastard was simply not a human being, and he couldn't even blink a glance.

"Dad, I'm still not your biological child. I'm tortured like this now. You're still confused. I'm so desperate about you!" Song Chenming endured the pain in his arms and shouted loudly.

Song Xingli felt distressed. He raised his hand and was about to bring Xiao Yunhan out, but at this moment, Song Chenyu, who had been covered in gloom, suddenly spoke, "No, I can't let anyone go!

The scourge of Ye Qiu has not been solved yet. Who allows you to easily exchange hostages?
Chapter completed!