[ABO] Man of the Year in Class One and Three

Chapter 30 Punishment

When Pei Qinghai rushed to the hospital with Pei Nixiao, Mo Nanguo was lying in the ward with a hanging bottle, his wound had been treated, and Yan Zihe was guarding his bedside.

He was not seriously injured, but he was injected with medicine and needed to recuperate for a few days in the hospital. Compared with Qi Song, he was more serious, and he was still an Omega in heat, but he had Hang Zhongxing to take care of him, and it was Yan Zihe's turn to worry. .

Pei Qinghai gently pushed open the door of the ward, Mo Nanguo was already asleep, Pei Nixiao couldn't help but want to do it when he saw Yan Zihe.

Holding down his daughter, Pei Qinghai looked at his son on the bed, Yan Zihe quickly stood up and whispered, "Uncle, you are here."

"En." Pei Qinghai thought that this child must have been worried all day, so he asked him to rest for a while, "I'll watch him, you go to sleep."

Yan Zihe wanted to look at Mo Nanguo, but he shook his head and whispered, "I'm not tired, uncle."

Pei Ni smiled and saw the ring on his hand and the necklace around his brother's neck, thinking that the good cabbage was finally overwhelmed by pigs.

……

"what--"

"what--"

"what--"

There were continuous screams in the warehouse. Huang Li's left hand was pressed on the table. Yan Qifeng pulled out the knife and quickly inserted another finger into him. cracked, leaving only the ring finger intact.

"Is it like this when you hurt Heqiao?"

Yan Qifeng's memory of Heqiao's appearance before his death, every wound and every hair. For so many years, he often dreams of Heqiao, Heqiao who is gentle and smiling, Heqiao who is strong and vigorous, shy at the wedding The Heqiao, and the Heqiao covered in blood...

He drew out the knife and stabbed it hard into the back of Huang Li's hand. Amidst the screams of the other party, he held the knife handle and turned around again, and then asked, "Is this how you hurt Heqiao? "

Huang Li's face was covered with sweat from the pain, tears came down, and he cried, "I didn't do it! I didn't do it! It's our boss!"

Yan Qifeng smiled, pulled out the knife again, and traced the outline of his ring finger through the air, "Aren't you the boss now?"

As if guessing what Yan Qifeng wanted to do, Huang Li shook his head frantically, "I didn't do it! It really wasn't me! It was all done by our boss! He still wants to find someone to take He Qiao's turn, it's all him! It's all him !"

Yan Qifeng's other hand trembled a little, trying to restrain himself not to kill him immediately, he smiled cruelly, "It's not because you found him."

The tip of the knife stuck to the bottom of Huang Li's ring finger, and inserted bit by bit along the bone seam. Huang Li kept screaming, and Yan Qifeng's mind was full of He Qiao's lost ring finger, where they used to wear their ring finger. The pair ring, their symbol of love, belongs to their unique mark.

Yan Qifeng repeated word by word, "Is this how you hurt Heqiao?"

His Heqiao, the gentle and kind Heqiao, the righteous Heqiao, the brave and selfless Heqiao.

His forever love.

Just because of such a group of scumbags, just because of them.

With a strong hand, Huang Li's ring finger was cut off. Yan Qifeng pushed the severed finger aside with a knife, and said to himself, "You must have thought that if He Qiao is so good, he must have a lover. Cut off his ring finger." Ring finger, he can no longer wear the ring, my Heqiao must be very sad, but I will not dislike him, I like his ring wherever he wears..."

Huang Li knew that Yan Qifeng would not stop there, he was still yelling frantically, "It's all our boss's idea!"

The wretched man was tied to a chair beside him and shivered. Seeing Huang Li's miserable appearance, he peed his pants in fright. Old Mo was amused by this, raised his leg and kicked his hand with his shoe, and asked him in a low voice, "Your friend?" Did you touch my son?"

The wretched man's mouth was sealed with tape, he could only shake his head in horror, and slurred his defense, "Well, yes, yes..."

Tan Feng stood aside and lit another cigarette, holding it in his mouth to watch it with relish, and worried that Huang Li would faint, so he turned around and fetched a bucket of cold water and put it beside him, Yan Qifeng gave him a thankful look, Tan Feng waved He gestured for him to continue.

If something happened to Qiu Zhiqing, he would only do it harder than Yan Qifeng.

Yan Qifeng saw that his left hand was covered with blood, so he could only look at his right hand which was tied to the table. Huang Li tried hard to withdraw his hand, but he was tied by the rope and couldn't break free even after rubbing his wrist and bleeding.

"No-don't-I was wrong-ah-"

Yan Qifeng started to cut off the tendon of his thumb, then poked it in hard, waited for Huang Li to scream before pulling it out, and then used the same method to start with his index finger, one by one.

In the end, Huang Li passed out from the pain.

Tan Feng immediately reached out to help, picked up a bucket of cold water on the ground and poured it over, with a "crash", Huang Li woke up again, Yan Qifeng still stood in front of him holding a knife and looked at him, desperately realizing that he was not dreaming.

Both hands were covered with blood, and his legs and arms were broken. Huang Li didn't know where to hurt first.

Yan Qifeng suddenly untied the rope on him, and then kicked him to the ground.

"When I was interrogating your boss, I asked for some details." Yan Qifeng glanced at Tan Feng, who smiled and picked up an iron rod and handed it to him.

Huang Li trembled and crawled twice on the ground, Yan Qifeng walked over slowly with the iron rod in his hand, "I heard that you asked He Qiao to crawl on the ground, right?"

Every time he tidied up Huang Li, it was as if he saw Heqiao's appearance at that time, as if someone had opened a hole in his heart.

He looked up at the door of the warehouse, smiled and said, "If you can climb out, I'll let you go, how about it?"

Huang Li didn't dare not to crawl. He rubbed his elbows on the ground and slowly crawled forward. As soon as he took a step, Yan Qifeng raised his stick and hit his leg hard. Huang Li screamed and rolled on the ground covering his legs. .

Yan Qifeng waved the stick in his hand and said softly, "Don't stop, keep climbing."

Every time he climbed, Yan Qifeng hit him hard until his legs were twisted, and he begged Yan Qifeng for mercy while crawling slowly.

The wretched man was already frightened, he kept looking at Lao Mo begging for mercy, and Lao Mo smiled, "Don't worry, it's not your turn yet."