Not The Sideburns I Know Chapter 187

At two o'clock in the morning, Ryan was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. Ervin propped himself up sleepily, yawned, rubbed his eyes, and straightened his clothes. He went downstairs to get a bottle of foreign wine from the cabinet, and walked up another flight of stairs to the basement. The short man had a flushed face and was leaning against the wall, dozing with an empty bottle of wine. The tall man beat the murderer with a stick. After beating him ten times, he asked him, "Who ordered you to kill people?" If he didn't answer, he would continue to beat him. They have a special way of beating people. If they say that they will show it to Mr. Cheng at dawn, they have to live until dawn. If they die a step earlier or later, they are not considered capable.

Seeing someone coming, the short man put down his bottle of wine and nodded and bowed: "Boss Shang, why are you here? It's not clean here! Where is the second master?" Ervin handed him the foreign wine and said, "I have something to say to him." At the same time, he tightened his collar and felt a cold breeze on his neck.

The murderer's face was swollen, and his hands were hanging high on the ceiling. The index finger of his right hand had been cut off at the root. A roll of wool felt was laid under his body to catch his blood, and only his toes were barely touching the ground. The man was trembling with pain and mumbling for water.

Ervin frowned: "Is he still sober?" He grabbed the newly opened bottle of wine with one hand: "Give him a sip."

The short man sighed and laughed, and hurriedly took the wine back: "Give him a sip of wine now, and he will be gone!" Then he winked at the tall man, and the tall man found the acupuncture point and pinched it, and the man woke up. The short man made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "Please go ahead!"