Chapter 90

"Ah, no," Ji He suddenly remembered something and smiled lightly, "I still have something to give to Mr. Pei. You must be interested in my cousin!"

He said. He clapped his hands, took something out of his coat pocket, and walked towards Pei Xin.

However, Pei Xin's patience reached its limit, and he kicked Ji He to the ground with a sullen face.

Ji He seemed to be defenseless. He screamed in pain when he fell. His back scraped against the ground and raised a cloud of dust. He raised his hands to cover his head in fear: "Mr. Pei! What do you mean?!"

Pei Xin His face was frighteningly livid. He leaned over and yanked his collar fiercely, sneering: "How dare you threaten Li Wenyu and take my money? Do you still want to spend it alive?"

Veins popped up on the back of his hand and he punched him. Hit Ji He on the face, and then smash his head towards the ground.

Blood immediately oozed from the corner of Ji He's mouth, his head was buzzing from the impact, and his ears were ringing so much that he could hardly hear the squeaking ceiling fan. He hurriedly raised the things in his hands and begged for mercy: "Mr. Pei, look at this first. ! You will understand when you see it!"

Pei Xin glanced at the thing coldly, a piece of paper folded in a square shape, and the black fonts inside were faintly revealed. He clasped Ji He's stomach with his knees, causing Ji He to gasp in pain, and then he reached for the piece of paper.

He shook the paper away with one hand, and before he could read the content, he saw a black shadow approaching quickly behind him from the corner of his eye!

Pei Xin frowned, quickly turned to the right and swung the iron rod at the man.

However, before he could get up, he was grabbed tightly by Ji He. The man behind him was hit in the arm by him, but he still moved quickly and kicked Pei Xin hard on the abdomen. Pei Xin couldn't avoid it immediately because he didn't stand firm, so he grunted and moved back.

At this moment, Ji He suddenly picked up the rusty iron pestle on the ground and knocked it on Pei Xin's knees.

Pei Xin shifted his position, grabbed the iron pestle and pulled Ji He who had already stood up to him and exerted force. Pressing down, he pushed his face hard with his knees, and the iron rod in his hand was directed at the head of the man in black, so fast that it almost left an afterimage.

But that man was obviously a master of martial arts. He had a sinister look on his body, and he was quick to dodge.

After a few times, Pei Xin became completely ruthless. He frowned, hit Ji He on the head with a stick, threw him aside, and started fighting with the man.

The fighting action caused dust to fly throughout the room, like a layer of lingering gray mist. When the man in black swung his fist, Pei Xin turned his body sideways, took advantage of the moment when his swing was empty, grabbed his forearm, moved it forward in the direction of his force, and then used his foot to exert force on his calf bone. With one kick, his hands were cut behind his back.

Pei Xin's abdominal injury ached, and the expression on his face was ferocious and terrifying: "Who asked you to come?"

The man gritted his teeth in pain and said nothing, and Pei Xin didn't bother to talk nonsense and kicked him on the back.

However, the moment Pei Xin stood up, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and blood flowed from the top of his head. His originally cold expression went blank, and the iron rod hit the ground with a clang, and he lost consciousness almost instantly.

Ji He was already unconscious and barely woke up when he heard the noise. When he opened his eyes, he saw Pei Xin falling straight down with blood flowing from the back of his head. He was so scared that he almost trembled: "Brother Yan! How did you beat him like this!"

Yan Chang glanced at the ground, threw away the blood-stained steel rod in his hand, and slowly lit a cigarette: "If you weren't so useless, there would be no need for me to take action."

Ji He stared in panic and walked away. He got up from the ground: "He won't die, right? The boss didn't ask us to kill anyone!"

"He can't die," Yan Chang sneered while biting his cigarette, "Do you still remember what the boss asked you to do? I didn't tie him up just because I wanted to wait for him. Will I beat you to death when you wake up? Or take you to jail?"

Ji He was paralyzed with fear, but he didn't dare to say no. He crawled on the ground and first touched Pei Xin's breath to confirm that he was still breathing, and then finally went to find hemp rope to tie him up.

He dragged the person to the abandoned cubicle behind him. Yan Chang saw the way he moved lightly for fear of hurting Pei Xin again, and sneered disdainfully: "The boss said that he would lose one of his hands, and this," he He threw the syringe into Ji He's hand and gestured to the position of his neck, "Do you understand?"

Ji He's hand was still trembling when he took the syringe: "Boss, can he really guarantee that I won't be caught by the police? This is Pei The heir of the Pei family! I..."

Yan Chang smiled, as if he was laughing at his stupidity, but also seemed to be inducing: "If you destroy him now, the only heir to the Pei family will be the boss. "What do you think?

" Of course He didn't understand, but when he glanced at Pei Xin, who was tied to a chair and covered in dust and blood, he still couldn't help but not be afraid.

Yan Chang pretended to sigh: "You have come this far. If you don't start now, there will be no turning back. When Pei Xin wakes up, he won't let you go!"

After hearing this, Ji He stepped forward hesitantly for a while. He took a step forward, but suddenly began to hesitate, turning back to look at him with pleading eyes: "Brother Yan, the boss won't ignore me, right?"

Yan Chang threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped out the sparks in the dust, He smiled and said, "The boss helped you pay off your debts and got you goods. How much did he help you? How could he not care about you?"

Ji He nodded in a daze after hearing this.

Pei Yan helped him, saved him, and would not ignore him.

If it weren't for Pei Yan, he might have had his hand chopped off long ago. And he only needed to help Pei Yan this time, and Pei Yan could rise to prominence. By then, he would no longer have to live in the gutter.

After thinking about this section, Ji He's groggy eyes suddenly flashed with a greedy and strange light. He picked up the unconscious Pei Xin. This man had always been arrogant and looked at others with disdain, disgust and bossy eyes. He looked down on Ji Chenggang and himself, but today this person was finally going to be destroyed in the hands of Ji He.

Ji He suddenly felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart, and his trembling hands calmed down, and he even eagerly wanted to take action immediately.

He thought so and did so.

Ji He gritted his teeth and raised the syringe in his hand bitterly, using the light coming from the broken window behind him, he inserted the needle into Pei Xin's neck.

The moment the needle penetrated, Pei Xin seemed to wake up.

Half of his face was stained with blood, he frowned and his eyelids trembled. He struggled twice with his tied hands, but he still could not open his eyes.

Ji He was startled by the movement and immediately took two steps back and removed the hand holding his collar.

However, Pei Xin did not wake up. The back of his head hit the ground hard, blood spread around, and he could no longer make a sound.

"Look at your potential," Yan Chang glanced at the empty syringe and raised his chin with a sneer, "I still have hands, either left or right hand, help him choose."

Ji He suddenly found that he had finally established a The self-confidence that had risen was easily frightened away by Pei Xin's movement as small as a mosquito. He looked at his hand that was injured by Pei Xin angrily and whispered to himself: "...Okay, I'll give it back to you. !"

His chest heaved violently, and while he was breathing heavily, he lifted an iron rod from the wall and hit Pei Xin's left hand hard.