Chapter: 2780
Well!
Mustache was clasped by the wrist and let out a muffled grunt.
Dian Chu grabbed a finger of the mustache with his right hand, and gently snapped it under the terrified eyes of the mustache.
Click!
There was a scalp-numbing bone breaking sound.
Dian Chu cut off one of Mustache's fingers abruptly.
"ah!"
Mustache screamed.
Dian Chu asked coldly: "Our young master asks you, where is that calligraphy now?"
Mustache was covered in cold sweat and had a pained expression on his face, but he still said stiffly: "I don't even know what calligraphy you are talking about?"
Dian Chu was furious when he heard this.
There were two clicks and two fingers of Mustache were broken.
Mustache was already in pain, but he was still unwilling to explain.
Chen Ning frowned slightly!
Dian Chu usually interrogates the enemy's prisoners with success, but today a small ruffian dares to resist him.
This pissed him off.
He said coldly: "I don't believe you didn't speak up."
After speaking, he picked up an empty wine bottle on the table and slammed it on the mustache's forehead.
Half of the wine bottle was shattered, and the remaining half was in Dian Chu's hands.
Dian Chu pressed the mustache's head on the table with his left hand, and stabbed the half of the wine bottle with his right hand towards the mustache's eyes little by little, and said indifferently: "If you don't say anything, then your eye will be gone!"
Mustache was pressed against the table and struggled desperately, but couldn't move an inch.
He could only watch helplessly as the sharp wine bottle approached his eyeballs little by little...
When the sharp wine bottle was less than a centimeter away from his eyeballs, he finally broke down and screamed: "I said, I said..."
"I sold that piece of calligraphy to Han Shen, the underground overlord of Antique Street, for five million yuan."
"If you have the guts, go and befriend Brother Shen."
The corner of Chen Ning's mouth rose slightly: "Han Shen, is it awesome?"
The little beard gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Shen is one of the overlords of the underground circle in the capital, he has the final say in the Antique Street area, and there are eight hundred brothers who work for him, if not one thousand, and all of them are desperadoes. "
"How many dignitaries dare not provoke him easily, do you think he is powerful?"
"Boy, I advise you not to seek death. Brother Shen's nickname is Pixiu. There is absolutely no reason to hand over the treasure he got."
"If you go to trouble him, I guess you have to go in vertically and come out horizontally." JrNovels.com
Mustache was clasped by the wrist and let out a muffled grunt.
Dian Chu grabbed a finger of the mustache with his right hand, and gently snapped it under the terrified eyes of the mustache.
Click!
There was a scalp-numbing bone breaking sound.
Dian Chu cut off one of Mustache's fingers abruptly.
"ah!"
Mustache screamed.
Dian Chu asked coldly: "Our young master asks you, where is that calligraphy now?"
Mustache was covered in cold sweat and had a pained expression on his face, but he still said stiffly: "I don't even know what calligraphy you are talking about?"
Dian Chu was furious when he heard this.
There were two clicks and two fingers of Mustache were broken.
Mustache was already in pain, but he was still unwilling to explain.
Chen Ning frowned slightly!
Dian Chu usually interrogates the enemy's prisoners with success, but today a small ruffian dares to resist him.
This pissed him off.
He said coldly: "I don't believe you didn't speak up."
After speaking, he picked up an empty wine bottle on the table and slammed it on the mustache's forehead.
Half of the wine bottle was shattered, and the remaining half was in Dian Chu's hands.
Dian Chu pressed the mustache's head on the table with his left hand, and stabbed the half of the wine bottle with his right hand towards the mustache's eyes little by little, and said indifferently: "If you don't say anything, then your eye will be gone!"
Mustache was pressed against the table and struggled desperately, but couldn't move an inch.
He could only watch helplessly as the sharp wine bottle approached his eyeballs little by little...
When the sharp wine bottle was less than a centimeter away from his eyeballs, he finally broke down and screamed: "I said, I said..."
"I sold that piece of calligraphy to Han Shen, the underground overlord of Antique Street, for five million yuan."
"If you have the guts, go and befriend Brother Shen."
The corner of Chen Ning's mouth rose slightly: "Han Shen, is it awesome?"
The little beard gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Shen is one of the overlords of the underground circle in the capital, he has the final say in the Antique Street area, and there are eight hundred brothers who work for him, if not one thousand, and all of them are desperadoes. "
"How many dignitaries dare not provoke him easily, do you think he is powerful?"
"Boy, I advise you not to seek death. Brother Shen's nickname is Pixiu. There is absolutely no reason to hand over the treasure he got."
"If you go to trouble him, I guess you have to go in vertically and come out horizontally." JrNovels.com
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