Chapter 568 There Is a Master in the Capital, Even the Jun Family Can't Afford to Provoke Him

Since it wasn't Jun Wuyang, then she was the only one.

"What did she ask you to do?"

"Let, let's gang rape the little girl, and let's take photos and videos and post them on the website."

Although he knew the answer would be like this, Hong Yi was still angry when he heard such shameless words.

She pulled out the knife stuck in Brother Counseling's shoulder, and quickly inserted it again without giving Brother Counseling a chance to breathe.

A scalp-numbing scream sounded again, and following the scream, there were continuous screams coming from the doctor's office, and they came from different people.

The strong smell of blood challenged people's sense of smell. Dr. Zhou was completely shocked when he saw the people on the ground covered in blood with severed tendons and tendons.

Hong Yi came to the table, reached out for a few tissues, and casually wiped the blood on the knife.

She threw the blood-stained tissue on the ground in disgust.

Hong Yi looked at the cowardly brother who was twitching on the ground, his consciousness had collapsed, and said coldly.

"In the capital city, there is a master who doesn't even dare to mess with the Jun family."

She did know about Jun Moyan's separation from the Jun family.

Do you really think that the third young master swallowed his anger before because he was afraid of the Jun family?

Now that there is no such disgusting relationship, the Jun family and the third young master really don't take it seriously.

It should be said that the third young master has never put the Jun family in his eyes, it's just that he didn't show it before.

For the sake of Second Young Master Jun and the old man, he suppressed his arrogance and was willing to suffer that grievance.

After Hongyi finished saying this, she put away the knife, didn't keep any more, opened the door and left the office stepping on the blood all over the floor.

She closed the door, blocking the pungent and disgusting smell of blood behind the door.

He took out a big white rabbit toffee from his pocket, opened it and put it in his mouth.

The candy wrappers were neatly folded by her.

She stepped up, leaving weird and frightening bloody footprints in the dimly lit corridor.

Publicity, provocation, and no intention of getting rid of traces of her crime.

It's not because of Jun Moyan's presence that she is so unscrupulous.

It's that bunch of rubbish that she hasn't paid attention to yet, wanting to catch her? It also depends on whether they have this ability.

Hongyi played with the folded candy wrapper with her fingertips, walked out of the corridor, and out of the small clinic.

After leaving the clinic, Hongyi sent a message to Jun Moyan, telling him that it was the Jun family who did it.

Presumably, Jun Moyan knows who it is without her needing to point it out.

Walking through this street, Hong Yi turned into a dark alley, and then disappeared...

Baitang, who was following behind, didn't pay attention, and he disappeared from his sight.

"Crazy woman, you can run fast enough."

Baitang couldn't help but complain.

"Follow what I do."

A cold and temperatureless voice sounded behind him, startling Baitang a lot, and swearing violently

"Fuck."

Baitang immediately turned around, looked at the red clothes standing behind him, and looked coldly at him.

"What are you doing, you don't know that people can scare people to death, and it's still in the middle of the night."

Baitang was really frightened.

Hong Yi glanced at him, didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left.

"Hey, wait a minute."

"..."

Hongyi kept walking, as if she couldn't hear Baitang's words, she continued to walk forward.

Baitang hurriedly followed.

"Hey, I know everything about that clinic just now." Baitang said in a slightly smug voice.

But still in exchange for the red-clothed ignorance.

Seeing Hongyi completely ignoring him, Baitang was a little discouraged.

I have never met such a difficult person to communicate with.

It is much more difficult to communicate than Jun Moyan, at least if you say ten or eight sentences, Jun Moyan will reply you.