Chapter 507 I’m sorry, I seem to have given you a chance before

In the basement of the Ghost Bar.

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"Uh-ah-ah-"

The skunk's screams continued.

Digging out a new piece of flesh from the wound, coupled with the amplified pain, made it extremely painful for him, a professional killer, to be unbearable.

The sharp meat cleaver in Su Ming's hand stopped.

Ten more pieces of minced meat were added to the ground, and the skunk's right arm was completely unrecognizable. It was so terrifying and ferocious that it would make ordinary people feel sick immediately.

When Su Ming stopped moving.

It was obvious that... the skunk's wails were much quieter, and the man's spirit was about to collapse. However, the continuous dripping of adrenaline and glucose into his veins prevented him from entering a state of shock and coma.

The amplified pain flooded into my mind bit by bit.

Seeing the skunk's weak appearance, Su Ming showed no emotion on his face. He continued to pick up the hydrogen peroxide next to him and poured it into the blood-filled wound again.

"Zi-zi-zi--"

Another series of disinfectant foam hit the skunk's nerves with strong stimulation.

"Ah-ah-ah--"

The skunk, whose voice had become softer at first, suddenly started roaring hoarsely in pain again, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

It's obvious.

The pain of cleaning and disinfecting the wound for the second time was several times more intense than the first time.

After doing all this.

Su Ming stopped what he was doing, took out the whetstone from his pocket, and while polishing the already very sharp meat cleaver, he looked at the pale dancer and asked with a gentle smile.

"Hey, dancer."

"What do you think of this method? Compared to your rough behavior of just picking your eyes out, isn't it more gentlemanly and refined?"

Listen to the sound of sharpening the knife.

The dancer felt that his whole body was almost numb, and his lips were trembling subconsciously.

Because just from the screams of the skunk and the behavior of Su Ming that he saw from the corner of his eye, the hair on the dancer's body definitely stood up.

Compared to his own eye-picking behavior.

Su Ming's method of slowly slicing the meat was simply a complete torture, and it was... a torture that would not make people die in a short time.

Not waiting for the dancer to answer.

The skunk finished its wailing, staring at the stick with distracted eyes, and said weakly with chapped lips and a hoarse voice.

"Kill...kill me."

"Just...just kill me."

Hear this from Skunk.

Su Ming frowned with some dissatisfaction, squatted down in front of the skunk again, and clicked his tongue.

"Kill you?"

"How could I kill you so easily?"

"Didn't you see? I set up a camera specially. If I kill you directly, how will I explain to...the friends who are waiting for this video?"

"Oh, I see."

"Do you think...you are the one who has suffered this kind of good thing, and the other two companions have not experienced it, so do you feel pity for them?"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"You should take a good rest first. I will definitely be 100% fair."

Speaking of which.

Su Ming stopped talking and stood up, walked to the python and squatted down, showing a ghost-like smile, cut open the clothes on its large arms, and said slowly.

"Next, it's you."

"It seems that you were the only one who wasn't injured in the previous conflict. It's really time to enjoy that wonderful moment."

The words fell.

He didn't wait for the python to say anything.

Su Ming put his finger against the meat cleaver and pressed it directly on his right arm.

One stroke.

The same piece of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

Just like the skunk just now, although a piece of flesh was cut off abruptly, the python also remained silent, but there was deep fear and panic in its eyes.

One minute later.

As all ten pieces of flesh were cut off, Su Ming picked up hydrogen peroxide and poured it into the wound.

These almost identical steps seemed to prove that he was impartial and would never let the skunk enjoy such wonderful pain alone.

Compared to skunks, pythons seem to be tougher.

Even though hydrogen peroxide was poured on the wound, there was no change in his expression at all. He just gritted his teeth extremely hard and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Seeing blood flowing out of the corners of the python's mouth, which was obviously caused by the pressure on the gums, Su Ming couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, praising it.

"He is really a professional killer."

"You can bear this kind of pain, even if you have to bite your teeth into pieces, you still don't want to say a word?"

"However, I have to remind you."

"The truly wonderful pain and despair will be felt the second time, many times more intense than before."

After saying that.

Su Ming picked up the meat cleaver without hesitation and pressed it on the first wound on the python's right arm.

Slowly cutting like a saw, the speed was dozens of times slower than the first time, amplifying the pain and despair dozens of times.

"Ah-ah-ah--"

Even the python, which has been clenching its teeth, cannot remain strong.

The unimaginable and unprecedented pain instantly flooded his nerves like a tide. It seemed to be more painful than all the pain he had ever experienced combined.

The scream that appeared at the right time did not make Su Ming's hands shake at all. He still followed his own steps and cut the original wound carefully and accurately.

But this scream was not much different from the skunk's previous scream, which made the dancer more and more frightened, and his face was even more pale without any blood.

Repeat the treatment of the skunk, cut off ten new pieces of meat, and pour the hydrogen peroxide.

Su Ming did not look at the python's condition, but went directly to the dancer and squatted down. He took out the whetstone again and sharpened the meat cleaver. He looked at the dancer with a frightened face and smiled lightly.

"Dancer."

"You seem to have forgotten something. You seemed to have... not answered me just now. Is this method better than your rough eyeball picking? Or is it worse?"

"After all, I always feel that... when it comes to visual effects, your kind of gouging out eyeballs will be more outstanding."

Su Ming's question sounded as terrifying to the dancers as a death knell.

Without any hesitation at all, the dancer opened his eyes wide and spoke quickly with a look of horror and despair.

"I said, I said."

"I will tell you all the information I know. I will tell you everything."

This answer.

Su Ming raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he didn't expect the dancer to beg for mercy so quickly. He didn't even feel the pain, so he begged for mercy so simply.

But Su Ming ignored his answer, showed his white teeth, and spoke slowly like an evil ghost.

"What a pity, dancer."

"At the beginning, I seemed to have given you a chance, but you seemed... you didn't seem to care too much, right?"

"Now I want to pursue fairness, but you think it's okay to confess. Isn't it too late? After all, time has been wasted."

"So, if you have anything to say, please... tell me after you experience this special Lingchi technique for yourself, okay?"

"I think... it should be okay, right?"

The words fell.

Su Ming raised the meat cleaver in his hand and pressed it on the dancer's right arm without any hesitation...