Chapter 87 [I Will Beat You to Death for Being Such a Loser]

When little Jamal saw his master's livid face, he knew that the situation was serious. Although he was worried about whether his grandfather was involved in this matter, little Jamal did not dare to ask or speak. He jumped up from the floor and ran out like crazy, found the hotel's service desk and ordered a direct flight to Jaipur at 9am tomorrow morning.

Then he returned to Mr. Singh's room, started packing things under the command of his wife Lina, and then packed the boxes. Since I had just finished half of my dinner on the beach when I answered the phone, I was half full and had not eaten anything. However, at around 11 o'clock in the evening, I was hungry and could not help Belzinger. I could only order a piece of fried rice and eat it with fresh orange juice, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.

I checked out all the hotel rooms at around seven o'clock the next morning, then got in a taxi and rushed to the airport. I boarded the plane at nine o'clock and enjoyed a meal of Indian-style curry chicken wings on the plane. It took more than ten hours before landing in Jaipur.

The tiring journey of more than ten hours was really uncomfortable, especially since Lina's face was pale and she looked like she hadn't had a good rest. I could only stay in a hotel in Jaipur for one night. I took the train back to Udaipur, known as the Venice of the East, the next afternoon, and then got on the bus all the way back to Sinjar town in smoke and smoke. It was already 7 p.m. Much more.

Belsinger was very silent along the way, and did not even answer everyone's greetings. Instead, he pulled his wife Lina to the second floor work area of ​​the building materials store with a solemn expression. Just after sitting down on the sofa, Bell character shouted loudly while unbuttoning his vest.

"Where has Al Mushar, the damn culprit, gone? Call me over. I want to ask him what he thinks."

The master's face was ashen when he got out of the car, and no one dared to touch Mr. Belsinger's brow. Standing there silently, the old housekeeper was also very worried, but the master told him, how could he not do it, so he came downstairs and yelled.

"Damn Al Mushar, stop pretending to be dead and come up quickly. I want to ask you something, hurry up, hurry up."

Almushar's sleepless care in the hospital left the victim Ramasuk so exhausted that he was already reduced to human form. At this time, he was fast asleep in his room, and the old man's yelling startled him. When he heard carefully, it turned out that it was his old man who had come back.

Although I was very afraid of what kind of punishment I would receive, I had to go, so I had no choice but to put on my clothes. I trotted to the work area on the second floor. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the livid expression on the master's face and my heart trembled.

Seeing that the culprit still looked sleepy, Belsinger was furious. I rushed back from Malaysia and was exhausted. You, the culprit, dare to sleep soundly in the room. Are you the master or am I the master?

This master is about to wipe your servants' butts with paper. It's really unreasonable. The more Bersinger thought about it, the more angry he became. He jumped up from the sofa with a bang, and with a smile, he called Almushar to come to him with his hand, and with the other hand he unfastened the pure crocodile leather belt Lisa bought for him around his waist.

This action confused everyone. They didn't know what kind of stimulation the master of this family had, so why did he unbutton his belt? But the old man called himself Almushar, but he didn't dare to resist and could only walk over little by little, and then Belinger suddenly screamed with a smile.

"Hurry up, kneel down for me"

Al Mushar trembled with fright and quickly knelt down in front of his master Singh. Only then did everyone realize why the master would unbutton his belt while talking. Those who came to use their trousers belt as a riding crop would be beaten violently regardless of their heads and buttocks, and they would be scolded at the same time.

"You damn thing, who asked you to go out and do evil under the banner of the Singer family? Who asked you to bully men and dominate women. How old are you, and you still can't control your belt, I will beat you to death. "

"If there's a first time, then there's a second and a third time? From now on, you will be the master or I will be the master. Do I have to give you a lifetime of trouble and clean up your tail for a lifetime?"

The belt on Belsinger's hand is made of pure crocodile skin, and it is made from an adult crocodile that is 25 years old. It is so strong. There are some leather protrusions on the front, and the clip on the waistband is made of pure gold, so it turns into a riding crop and can be whipped off without thinking.

All of a sudden, there was a bloody wound. Mr. Singer got really angry and started with a ruthless attack. Al Mushar, who had been suffering from childhood, was beaten until he fell to the ground, holding his head and crying and screaming for mercy.

But seeing Mr. Belsinger's eyes turning red, whoever dared to step forward to stop him would be beaten. In the end, everyone could only turn their eyes for help to Mrs. Lina, who was sitting on the sofa in shock. Let the madam take action, and only the madam can calm down the anger of Mr. Singh.

Of course, the master beat the servant to vent his anger, and no one could care about it. He beat the 20-year-old Al Mushar for a long time, and his screams became smaller and smaller. There was a large pool of blood from the cut on her body, and she was almost out of breath at this time. Lina then stood up and took one of Belsinger's arms. He forced Belsinger to the sofa, and then motioned to the old housekeeper with his eyes to quickly pour him a cup of hot tea to let Mr. Belsinger calm down.

The dust rushed back along the way, and it was a thirsty time without waiting for a rest. However, even if the old housekeeper did not forget the habit of Berxgger even in such a chaotic scene, he poured a cup of hot black tea. The thirsty Belsinger picked up the tea cup and poured it into his mouth, and then he heard a tea cup falling on the ground and smashed. Singh screamed while fanning his tongue.

"It's hot to death, it's hot, you bastard, don't you be willing to kill me. Will you not remind me that the water in the tea cup is boiling water? I take the ice cubes. "

A chicken jumping in the good guy's work area, quickly opened the refrigerator to cool the ice for Master Berxie. Taking advantage of the manager of the chaotic building materials, Weier, quickly took out a first -aid bag from his desk, and then dragged Alumus, who fell on the ground on the ground to the wall. While helping him to stop bleeding, he quietly helped him out.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Al, you grew up with grandfather from a young age? It is because you are not fighting for you. You will be embarrassed. Only when you are Ren, you will hit you with your own hands. How about a woman of a loyal servant?

Don't look at Mushar's beating full of injuries, blood flows, but he has a lot of solid heart, just as the building materials shop chief said. It can make a noble master hit you by himself because you are his family, hit you as your own talent.

If you really want to deal with your master, why do you do it yourself? He ordered all his legs and feet to be interrupted on the street for meals. It is simpler than drinking water. I have saved it. Whether my master is still distressed by these servants.