Chapter 1962

"Oh, my God, Martin, it's not like you. You're the hell detective Martin. I believe there's nothing you can't do in this world." Hans saw that Martin was a little angry, and his tone of voice relaxed.

"I just want to tell you today that not everything in the world can be done by me." Martin said calmly, "no matter how urgent your revenge mood is, I just want to tell you that you'd better stay here honestly these days. Otherwise, I promise you, you'll regret it."

After that, Martin cut off the phone, listened to the blind voice of the other party, Hans scolded, and then fell heavily on the bed. Now he really didn't want to move.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. Martin had been lying in bed for several days. Now he couldn't fall asleep so soon. He felt that his whole bones were going to be choked out.

In the early morning, he finally fell asleep in a daze. At this time, as soon as the door was opened, a man came in, wearing a white coat and a mask over his mouth. He was dragging a tray with several large syringes in it.

"Who?" Martin suddenly woke up. Although this guy was like a dead dog now, his ears were still very sensitive. He immediately felt a little movement.

"Oh, I didn't expect that. Your feeling is quite sensitive. You knew it as soon as I came in." The visitor took off his mask and said with a smile.

"Oh, my God, it's you. How did you get here?" Hans trembled when he saw the visitor clearly.

The person in front of him was yehaoxuan. He was wearing a white coat that he didn't know where he got from. He had a funny smile on his mouth. It seems that he will have a good time here today.

"It's very simple to check your details." Yehaoxuan put the mask down and put the tray on the table.

"What do you want to do?" Hans wanted to scream desperately for help, but then he gave up the idea, because he had seen yehaoxuan's power. He promised that if he dared to shout, yehaoxuan would cut his neck the next second.

"I don't want to do anything. I just want to have a good talk with you here, because I am very interested in your business, ha ha..." yehaoxuan sat down on one side of the chair. He, who never smoked, lit a cigarette and spit out a smoke ring.

"My business has nothing to do with you. Don't make up your mind about me." Hans glanced at yehaoxuan angrily. He thought yehaoxuan was coming to play with him. His business was good. Did he have a relationship with him? Oh, does he want to get in the way?

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me, but that was before. Now it has something to do with me." Yehaoxuan said in a deep voice, "Yang Qian is dead. She sank in the sea for several days and was found."

"Hehe, that little bitch, just die. It saves me a lot of effort. Even if she doesn't die now, sooner or later, I will kill her." Hans smiled grimly. He didn't realize that his words had made a serious mistake.

"Your words make me very unhappy." Yehaoxuan shook his head slightly. He stood up and said, "she is my friend, and we were husband and wife in our last life."

"Were you husband and wife in your last life?" Hans was stunned, and then laughed: "boy, I know what you want to say. Do you think her death has something to do with me, so you want to blackmail me?"

"You Chinese people just like to touch porcelain. Ha ha, but you may not know that this is the magnesium country, not China. Before, several old men and women came here to touch porcelain, and were locked up by the judge here on the charge of extortion. Since then, they have disappeared from the street." Hans said proudly.

"If you want to use that woman's name to knock me out, I can only say that you are disappointed. Her death has nothing to do with me, and you have no evidence to prove that her death has anything to do with me."

"I think you have made a mistake." Yehaoxuan grinned: "as long as it is what I believe, I will not reason with you. I will only play tricks to make you beg for mercy."

With that, yehaoxuan took a puff of smoke, and then spit out a smoke ring. He pressed the cigarette end in his hand heavily on Hans Lu's face.

"Ah..."

Accompanied by a burst of smoke and a smell of burning pig hair, Hans screamed bitterly. His face was burned with a very serious scar by yehaoxuan's cigarette end.

Pain... The burning pain made him feel worse than death, but yehaoxuan didn't seem to want to let go. After burning a cigarette, he lit another cigarette, and without hesitation pressed it on Hans' exposed skin.

Hans withered after he burned his first cigarette. He desperately cried for mercy and begged yehaoxuan to let him go. But yehaoxuan didn't seem to hear what he said and still burned him with a cigarette end.

When ye haoxuan really wanted to stop, he didn't know how many chrysanthemums he had burned with cigarette butts.

"It turns out that smoking is also useful. This is a new way to play. It is worth advocating in the future." Yehaoxuan said to himself. He threw his cigarette end to the ground, then cut off the bandage that the guy hung on the bed and pushed him to the ground.

"What do you want to do... What do you want to do? Do you want money or do you want anything? You can say that I can satisfy you, but now I just ask you to let me go." Hans is finally afraid. His attitude is no longer strong. Now he just wants to satisfy yehaoxuan quickly and let him go.

"I have something to ask you, and I hope you will answer truthfully." Yehaoxuan said lightly.

"You say, you say, as long as I know, I will tell you everything in detail. I will never dare to lie." Hans nodded desperately.

"How many people control the underground forces here?" Yehaoxuan said, "I don't care about other things like selling marijuana or arms. I just care about the red light district."

"What kind of order do you have? You'd better tell me exactly how much you squeeze from those women, how many are voluntary, and how many are approached by you."

"There are about hundreds of them, from different countries, and a large proportion of them are from China, because the men here prefer oriental girls..."