Chapter: 2595
Although the Gan and Pei family were harassed by the prince every three days, they also found that every time the prince came over, as long as they did not die, the prince would not embarrass them too much.
But over time, the two sides even talked to each other.
"Old Gan, you have lived for so many years, do you have any unique skills in your hands?"
When the prince saw that the other party was only ignoring himself by drinking tea, he stepped forward and said.
"Don't have anything, then aren't you just a waste? You are so old for nothing."
Although Elder Gan was expressionless, the teacup he squeezed with his fingers rattled.
Hold back, hold back, if you go crazy, you will be the one who suffers in the end.
"Cough cough!"
After a few light coughs, Elder Gan suddenly put down the teacup, and then replied seriously.
"Although this old man doesn't have any great skills, but with a single-handed torture technique, in Heshan City, I would say that no one dares to say that he is second."
The originally boring prince suddenly became interested.
"Elder Gan, let's talk about it!"
..........
On the side of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Center, Brother Gun and his party, whose acupuncture points were untied by Lin Mo, finally cleaned up their own.
After they changed their clothes, it didn't take long for them to be happy, and there was a harsh brake sound outside the abandoned warehouse.
"Brother Prince, why did you come so quickly!"
"Stop talking nonsense, where is the person the boss asked me to torture, take me there quickly."
The prince has learned a lot of theoretical experience of torture from Mr. Gan, and he is worried that he has no chance to practice. Now this opportunity will come.
Although Ah Fei was full of doubts, seeing that the prince was so anxious, he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly led the way.
"Is that them?"
After the prince kicked the door open, his eyes were full of anger, and after his subordinate nodded, he ordered again.
"Go and bring me the vise, as well as the bamboo sticks and the box of toothpicks.
Well... let's start with these for now, too many and they can't stand it. "
Seeing the prince's appearance, Brother Stick couldn't help tightening his coat, but what they couldn't figure out was, isn't it just a question, what should they do with these games.
Bamboo sticks, toothpicks? Is this for BBQ?
"You must hold on later, you are my rare white mice."
The smile on the prince's face looked very intimidating, causing Brother Kun on the opposite side to shudder.
Taking advantage of the busy work of the prince and his party, Brother Kun turned his head and whispered to his subordinates.
"Everyone knows how to do it, and we must not confess the people behind us.
No matter what they asked, we would insist that it was the reporter from Chiopelo who instructed us.
do you understand? "
The subordinate immediately nodded with determination, and the stickman was very satisfied.
"It's just some hairy boys. If you can do anything, just let the horses come over. I'm not afraid of you guys."
On the Prince's side, after seeing that everything he requested was ready, Brother Stick was the first to be tied to the chair tightly.
After everything was ready, the prince crouched down.
"What's your name, ah stick, right? I'll tell you the process first."
"Wait a minute, I'll take your fingernails out piece by piece with a vise.
Of course you don't have to be afraid, I just heard others say that my fingers are connected to my heart, and after I forcibly tore off my nails, it feels sour, tsk tsk tsk. "
As he spoke, he tapped the vise in his hand lightly against Brother Stick's finger.
At this time, Brother Gun already had that kind of picture in his mind, and with the cold touch that kept coming from his hands, his eyes widened in horror, but his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, and he couldn't make a sound at all. Constantly struggling with this body.
The prince really smiled cruelly.
"Don't worry, don't worry, take your time, it's not over yet.
After pulling out the nails, sticking the fingers with bamboo sticks, hissing, it is irritating to think about. "
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but swayed.
As for the stickman, he was sweating profusely at this time. JrNovels.com
But over time, the two sides even talked to each other.
"Old Gan, you have lived for so many years, do you have any unique skills in your hands?"
When the prince saw that the other party was only ignoring himself by drinking tea, he stepped forward and said.
"Don't have anything, then aren't you just a waste? You are so old for nothing."
Although Elder Gan was expressionless, the teacup he squeezed with his fingers rattled.
Hold back, hold back, if you go crazy, you will be the one who suffers in the end.
"Cough cough!"
After a few light coughs, Elder Gan suddenly put down the teacup, and then replied seriously.
"Although this old man doesn't have any great skills, but with a single-handed torture technique, in Heshan City, I would say that no one dares to say that he is second."
The originally boring prince suddenly became interested.
"Elder Gan, let's talk about it!"
..........
On the side of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Center, Brother Gun and his party, whose acupuncture points were untied by Lin Mo, finally cleaned up their own.
After they changed their clothes, it didn't take long for them to be happy, and there was a harsh brake sound outside the abandoned warehouse.
"Brother Prince, why did you come so quickly!"
"Stop talking nonsense, where is the person the boss asked me to torture, take me there quickly."
The prince has learned a lot of theoretical experience of torture from Mr. Gan, and he is worried that he has no chance to practice. Now this opportunity will come.
Although Ah Fei was full of doubts, seeing that the prince was so anxious, he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly led the way.
"Is that them?"
After the prince kicked the door open, his eyes were full of anger, and after his subordinate nodded, he ordered again.
"Go and bring me the vise, as well as the bamboo sticks and the box of toothpicks.
Well... let's start with these for now, too many and they can't stand it. "
Seeing the prince's appearance, Brother Stick couldn't help tightening his coat, but what they couldn't figure out was, isn't it just a question, what should they do with these games.
Bamboo sticks, toothpicks? Is this for BBQ?
"You must hold on later, you are my rare white mice."
The smile on the prince's face looked very intimidating, causing Brother Kun on the opposite side to shudder.
Taking advantage of the busy work of the prince and his party, Brother Kun turned his head and whispered to his subordinates.
"Everyone knows how to do it, and we must not confess the people behind us.
No matter what they asked, we would insist that it was the reporter from Chiopelo who instructed us.
do you understand? "
The subordinate immediately nodded with determination, and the stickman was very satisfied.
"It's just some hairy boys. If you can do anything, just let the horses come over. I'm not afraid of you guys."
On the Prince's side, after seeing that everything he requested was ready, Brother Stick was the first to be tied to the chair tightly.
After everything was ready, the prince crouched down.
"What's your name, ah stick, right? I'll tell you the process first."
"Wait a minute, I'll take your fingernails out piece by piece with a vise.
Of course you don't have to be afraid, I just heard others say that my fingers are connected to my heart, and after I forcibly tore off my nails, it feels sour, tsk tsk tsk. "
As he spoke, he tapped the vise in his hand lightly against Brother Stick's finger.
At this time, Brother Gun already had that kind of picture in his mind, and with the cold touch that kept coming from his hands, his eyes widened in horror, but his mouth was stuffed with a cloth, and he couldn't make a sound at all. Constantly struggling with this body.
The prince really smiled cruelly.
"Don't worry, don't worry, take your time, it's not over yet.
After pulling out the nails, sticking the fingers with bamboo sticks, hissing, it is irritating to think about. "
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but swayed.
As for the stickman, he was sweating profusely at this time. JrNovels.com
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