Chapter 146 Hell

And just when Mo Zheng was about to die, his body was suddenly thrown out.

bang——

Mo Zhenggang's body hit the ground, and he suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough..." Mo Zhenggang, who got his breath, took a big mouthful of breath, and the snot and saliva flowed out.

"Master." Shang Shi respectfully handed a handkerchief.

Hao Yansen wiped his hands as if he had just touched something dirty.

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Zhenggang's aura was obviously much weaker, and he couldn't hide his horror in his eyes, "Why did you do this to me? Where did I provoke you?"

"Bring the stick." Hao Yansen didn't answer him, he just extended his hand indifferently.

Yunlong immediately took a very thick stick and handed it to him.

Seeing him walking calmly with a stick, Mo Zhenggang was even more frightened.

He stepped back desperately, trembling all over his body, "You, what are you going to do..."

Unfortunately, no matter how he asked, the man in front of him didn't answer a word.

And every step he took towards him, it seemed that death was approaching.

"What are you going to do? What do you want? I have money, can't I give you money? I'll give you as much as you want, ah—"

Before Mo Zhenggang could finish his words, he suddenly let out a heart-piercing scream.

Without any hesitation, Hao Yansen smashed his left leg with a stick!

Accompanied by a cracking sound.

Mo Zhenggang's leg has been broken!

The pain made Mo Zhenggang almost pass out. He was struggling to the death with his left leg in pain, and he couldn't believe that he would suffer such torture.

But it's not over yet...

Throwing away the stick, Hao Yansen stretched out another hand.

Bai Lang handed him a prepared syringe, and then he walked over in person and stabbed a needle into Mo Zhenggang's arm.

Mo Zhenggang didn't even know that he was injected with something.

The wave of pain has not ended, and then more severe pain hit.

The pain this time was ten times stronger than the pain of a broken leg.

Mo Zhenggang felt as if his internal organs were being scorched by fire, and every cell in his body was violently convulsing.

Every nerve was also pulled tightly, as if his body was about to be torn apart by tens of thousands of forces.

But he couldn't pass out of a coma, and every time he tried to coma, he would be woken up by the severe pain.

Mo Zhenggang rolled around in pain.

He is really going crazy, why is it so painful, so painful!

Ah, kill him, he can't take it anymore!

Mo Zhenggang screamed in pain, he wanted to ask for mercy, but he couldn't say a word.

He was in so much pain that it was useless to slam his head against the ground, in short, he was really about to collapse and die.

"Please, you... let it go... I..." Mo Zhenggang squeezed out a few words in pain, and he didn't know if he had said it.

Anyway, he felt as if he was already in hell, no longer on earth.

But no matter how he begged for mercy, Hao Yansen's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

He sat down lazily against the chair, only staring at him indifferently, his eyes without the slightest warmth had reached the point of being completely arrogant.

Shang Shi and the others all held their breaths and looked very serious.

Only at this time will the hierarchical relationship between them and Hao Yansen be strictly reflected.

For half an hour, Hao Yansen looked at Mo Zhenggang in pain for half an hour without expression.