Chapter 1870 Sixth Master Wants You Dead
He had no choice but to go into the bedroom.
This group of people had better not do anything excessive, otherwise Ye Wudao would definitely take action.
Bang, bang, bang!
The knocks on the door were louder, as if they were going to kick it open.
Song Qianqian hurried to open the door.
Outside the door, four strong men stood.
These four men had strong muscles and a strong warrior aura.
There was no doubt that they were regular warriors.
They were not comparable to the little hooligans like Scarface.
As soon as the door was opened, they flashed in and locked the door.
After the four warriors came in, they found a seat and sat down carelessly, smoking, and looking at Song Qianqian unscrupulously.
Soon, the room was filled with smoke, choking Song Qianqian to cough.
Of course, physical torture is nothing, the most important thing is psychological torture.
The four warriors looked at Song Qianqian with ill intentions, lustful excitement, and Song Qianqian's head was about to explode.
She could imagine how miserable her fate would be.
After the four warriors came in, they said nothing. The atmosphere in the room was depressing and terrifying!
In the end, it was Song Qianqian who spoke first.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Puff!
The four warriors couldn't help laughing.
The leading tattooed warrior mocked: "Miss Song, is it fun for you to pretend to be confused now? You don't know who we are and can't guess our intentions?"
"Just tell me, where is your mistress."
Song Qianqian pretended to be confused and said: "What mistress, I don't know."
Ouch!
The tattooed man suddenly became furious and cursed, while slapping the coffee table with his palm.
The coffee table cracked into spider web patterns on the spot.
Tattooed warrior: "Where is the man who injured my brother? If you don't hand him over today, you'll be damned alive."
Song Qianqian said tremblingly: "You...you are talking about that male guest."
"I don't know him at all. He just stood up for me today."
"He left a long time ago. I...I don't know where he went."
Okay.
The four warriors stood up one after another, with a colder smile on their faces, and looked up and down at Song Qianqian with cunning eyes.
"Since your lover ran away, you have to bear our anger."
The four closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and then approached Song Qianqian step by step.
Song Qianqian's face changed again and again, and she stepped back repeatedly: "What are you...what are you doing!"
"If you dare to mess around, I...I will shout."
Haha!
The four men laughed arrogantly: "You shout, the louder you shout, the more excited we are."
"Sixth Master has an order. You dare to collude with others, bully Sixth Master's men, and violate Sixth Master's orders. Now you are punished to reflect on your mistakes under our crotch."
"Of course, you have to understand that reflecting on your mistakes under our crotch is no different from sentencing you to death. Because no woman has ever been able to withstand the anger under our crotch, haha!"
Song Qianqian was scared crazy and turned to escape.
However, the four men rushed up like beasts and tore Song Qianqian apart.
The tattooed warrior even punched Song Qianqian on the temple, and Song Qianqian suddenly became weak all over and fell to the ground like noodles. WeNXuEmi.Cc
In the bedroom, Ye Wudao listened to Song Qianqian's screams, burning with anger and clenching his fists.
At this moment, how could he stand idly by.
He decided to take action.
A pair of tender little hands suddenly hugged Ye Wudao's legs.
Ye Wudao looked down and found that it was the trembling little Shanshan.
Little Shanshan stared at Ye Wudao with bright eyes, and there was a sparkle in her eyes.
She begged: "Uncle, can you help Shanshan open the door and let Shanshan go out to save her mother?"
Only then did Ye Wudao find that the door handle of the bedroom had been specially modified and installed higher.
In this way, little Shanshan could not open the bedroom door.
It seems that this situation has happened more than once. Song Qianqian didn't want her daughter to go out to help her, so she installed the door handle so high to prevent little Shanshan from opening the door and going out.
Ye Wudao squatted down and picked up little Shanshan: "Little Shanshan, let's vent our anger for our mother together, okay?"
Okay.
Little Shanshan nodded in agreement.
Ye Wudao opened the door and walked out with a resolute step.
"Stop it!" Ye Wudao's voice was very low, like a beast's roar.
The aura emanating from him brought up a gust of wind, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees.
Ye Wudao's voice and the strange changes in the room made the four warriors feel fearful.
They hurriedly followed the voice.
When they found that only Ye Wudao was there, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
