Chapter 417 Does the Pain on Your Face Hurt?

Of course Han Lengrou reacted violently, can she not react violently?

You must know that that woman is Xiao Yan's ex-wife. It's not good for his cousin to like that woman. Could it be that with a population of 10 billion in water polo, he still can't find someone he likes?

"Brother, you can't like this woman!!"

Seeing Han Lengrou's reaction so strongly, the tall and handsome man finally realized something, and he immediately asked curiously, "Why?"

"Are you stupid? I said so, are you still obsessed?"

"Because this is love!"

The tall and handsome man ignored Han Lengrou's hysteria at all. He just looked at Nalan Yanran on the big screen affectionately, knowing that she had a new song "Bubble", but he didn't expect it to be so nice and beautiful.

…

The gangster who attacked Nalan Yanran that night was taken to a hidden dark basement with mottled walls. Even though the sun was shining outside, it was extremely dark here, and groundwater continued to seep down and landed on the floor. Weird ticking.

The black hood was removed from the gangster. He was still wounded, and his face was bruised. On the way to being brought, the white bandage on the wound began to bleed due to subversion.

"You... who are you?"

"Why, have you forgotten me so soon?"

A bald man came out of the darkness, with a long tattoo on one of his arms and gold teeth inlaid in his mouth, looking terrifying.

"Brother Jack?!"

"Brother Jie, what do you mean?" The gangster was sober at this moment, and he didn't look neurotic at all.

"It's nothing important, don't be afraid..."

Speaking of that, the big bald head grinned and reached out to pat the gangster who attacked Nalan Yanran on the shoulder. "I sold you good things, have you done good things?"

The gangster smiled miserably. "Brother Jie, look at me like this, does it seem like a success?"

"Useless waste..."

The gangster smirked.

"Because of special circumstances, otherwise I would have succeeded already..."

"You originally planned to knock that woman unconscious, and after enjoying it yourself, bring it here for us to enjoy as well... Now not only did you not get any benefit, but you did it yourself... Tsk tsk."

The bald guy couldn't tell if it was a pity or a joke.

He poked the wound on the gangster's face and asked, "Does this hurt on your face?"

Tick ​​tick, the water droplets from the basement are clearly heard.

The neurotic gangster already felt that something was wrong. He vaguely saw that there were some people hiding behind the lamp.

"Brother Jie, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

"If it doesn't hurt, tell me honestly, who is the [Spider-Man] who beat you up like this?"

Sure enough, the gangster also guessed the madness at this moment, and he said nervously: "Brother Jie, I don't know..."

"Oh?"

Seeing that the big bald head's eyes were not right, the gangster quickly begged for mercy: "At that time, the lights in the underground parking lot were not very bright, I only saw him wearing clothes covering his whole body, and he rushed over to beat and kick me, and then I was like this. already."

The big bald head's smile became complicated. He reached out and touched his big bald head and said with an embarrassed expression: "Your information is not of much reference value--"

"Brother Jie! Brother Jie! I really don't know!! I know so much... His strength and speed at that time were too much beyond ordinary people..."

The big bald head stood up with a sigh, then turned his back and said to a yellow-haired hand, "Cut off one of his fingers."

"Brother Jie, Brother Jie, that's all I know, I, I... ah—"

A shrill scream echoed in the dark basement.

At this time, the big bald head turned back and smiled and said, "Think about it, have you remembered something? Otherwise, you may not be able to think about your remaining 9 fingers."