The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1994 Punishment
The slap made Shuo Ye's pale face turn red instantly, and the five fingerprints remained clearly.

Shuo Ye's face was turned to the side by the beating, the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheeks, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent.

He poohed and spit out a mouthful of blood, "Damn it, bitch!"

Shuo Ye's scolding received another slap.

"Little brat, aren't you crazy? Try to be crazy again, and see if I don't beat you to death."

The man who slapped Shuo Ye twice, his eyes were full of complacency and arrogance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning upwards. He kicked Shuo Ye away, clapped his hands, and looked at him casually. Turning around, seeing the whip in his companion's hand, he directly pulled the whip over, snapped it, and there was a loud bang when it hit the air.

"Heh, kid, aren't you crazy? Grandpa will teach you today, who is the grandson and who is the grandson."

Holding the whip full of barbs in his hand, he slowly came to Shuo Ye's side, seeing that his hand was raised, and the whip was about to be thrown towards Shuo Ye.

"Stop it, do you want to die?"

An exasperated voice came from behind.

The appearance of this voice made all the men present tremble, especially the man who raised a whip in his hand and was about to beat Shuo Ye, he threw the whip with trembling hands.

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a stiff smile, he turned his head slowly, and saw the angry eyes of his boss looking straight at him, as if he was going to eat her.

His body trembled, his whole body shrunk his neck like a quail, and he was completely different from the arrogant look before.

"It's really a skill, what I said when I let people out before, I just said to let you have a look and play, who told you to beat them, you want to beat them to death, so that When the Patriarch came to ask me for someone, I couldn’t get him, so he cut off my head, right?”

Hong He sat in front of the round wooden tabletop, slapped the table with his big hands, and cracks appeared on the table.

And in front of him, was a man who was striding forward, with a bowl on his head and knees, and a face full of lovelessness.

As for Shuo Ye and the others, he had someone take them to the backyard to check their injuries.

"Boss, we didn't intend to hit them at first, but they are too ungrateful..."

One of the big men had beards on his face that almost covered his entire face, with a bowl on top of his head and on his knees. He spoke with such a sad face, and his tone was full of grievances.

The boss is also true, isn't it just a few captured prisoners?
As for being so nervous, if you die, you will die. As for asking them to seal all the spiritual power in their bodies and let them make horse stances here, you can forget about zama stances, but let them have blood on their heads and knees. With a bowl.

There is water in the bowl, and the water is still filled with the gravity technique. Once the gravity technique is applied, the drop of water will weigh a thousand catties.

If they were to stand here for two hours, their legs might be abolished, or their necks would be shortened if it weren't for the two hours.

"How dare you talk back!"

Hong He was very angry at first, for fear that those people would die and his head would be cut off by the Patriarch, but at this moment someone stood up to refute his words. For a while, he only felt angry, and he raised his hand directly, touching the side He picked up a bowl and threw it at the man who spoke.

It hit the man's head with a slap, and what was on his head also fell that night. He staggered back and fell to the ground with a bang.

As the saying goes, "If you are unlucky, you will get stuck in your teeth if you drink cold water." This is the case of the big man in front of him. He fell down, but by coincidence, his hands directly pressed on the scattered fragments of the broken bowl, and the fragments stabbed hard. In the palm of his hand, blood was pouring instantly.

(End of this chapter)