Chapter 554

He unlocked the little black house and entered the room.

When Huang Mao stepped on the spot, he placed a lot of materials in the black house in advance. He turned on the charging lamp, and the bright light instantly lit up the whole black house. Shylock lay motionless on the table as before he left, wondering whether he was dead or alive.

The anti-inflammatory potion in the hanging bottle has been used up long ago. Huang Mao changed him a new anti-inflammatory potion according to the way taught by old K before he left and continued the infusion.

Then he opened his stool and sat at the table where Shylock lay, staring coldly at the guy sleeping like a dead pig.

He lit himself a cigarette and smoked one after another, thinking about how to torture the bastard.

Halfway through the smoke, he suddenly stopped, held the cigarette end between his fingers, reached Shylock's bare leg, pressed it down, and rolled it hard.

The sharp pain of high temperature and heat was introduced into Shylock's brain in his sleep. He opened his eyes and shouted in pain.

"Hum, all right?"

Shylock looked up and saw the slender yellow hair standing in front of him, staring at him coldly.

That look, like a cold poisonous snake staring at himself, made him shiver uncontrollably, "you, what do you want... What do you want to do?"

Trembling words were full of trembling. He wanted to move, but found that his hands were handcuffed on the iron frame and couldn't move at all. The scene before sleeping was deeply engraved into his mind. He recalled the bloody scenes and trembled with fear.

This guy is not human, he is crazy!

Worse than a madman!

"Man, I have no grievances with you... Please let me go. As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to agree to any conditions!"

In order to live, Shylock cried for yellow hair.

Huang Mao coldly raised a smile, "yes, you are willing to make any conditions I put forward?"

Shylock quickly nodded, "I'd like to, I'd like to..." but there was an unknown premonition in his cold eyes. What conditions did the madman want to put forward?

He hurt himself so badly. When he goes out, he will not let this guy go!

"I'm going to castrate you, will you?" watching him make all his ugly appearances in order to survive, Huang Mao laughed sarcastically and aggressively.

Long ago, he swore that he would pay the price. When he forced Miss Tang Er, he was very proud. Look how he would harm the good family women in the future without that thing.

In short, he won't let this bastard die easily until he has tortured enough.

"No - no -" Shylock shouted in horror.

What's the difference between castrating him and killing him? He would rather die. At least he can leave a whole body than be castrated. What's the meaning of living in this world without that thing?

Tut tut Tut, it's really romantic. At this time, I'm still thinking about my future "sexual happiness". I really think Huang Mao doesn't dare to kill him.

"Hehe ~ do you think you have a choice?" he was informing him, not discussing with him.

Huang Mao punitively pressed half of the cigarette held in his finger on his arm and back. The anesthetic for the operation had dissipated, and the sharp pain of the high temperature burning skin made him cry out unbearably.

His expression was so terrible that Shylock turned pale and trembled all over. Some were frightened and some were in pain.

Huang Mao scolded him, "don't be smart here. To tell you the truth, it's almost impossible to see a person in the wild mountains here, not to mention at night, even during the day. Even if you call your throat broken, no one will save you. You'd better save your strength!"

He's not kidding. If you castrate him, you must castrate him.

However, he has just had an operation to remove his kidneys. If he cuts off his bird now, I'm afraid he'll die without slowing down. Yellow hair hasn't tortured enough. How can he be relieved easily.

Let's wait for two days. When his condition is stable, he will cut off the bastard's culprit who has harmed many girls.

"Please, don't do this, then... You might as well kill me!"

Huang Mao looked at him coldly, "forget it, it's getting late today." hearing this, Shylock was very happy for a moment and was asked to move by him?

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Huang Mao's next words made him fall into the abyss.

"It's not too late to castrate you in two days."

Still castrate him!

"No... no..." Shylock was so scared that tears of fear came out of his eyes.

Huang Mao disliked his noise and impatiently found a rag and stuffed it into his mouth. As expected, it was much quieter.

He has been busy until now. He hasn't had time to eat dinner. He is too hungry. He doesn't know he is hungry. He opens his chair, sits back again, opens the takeout he brought back, and begins to eat by himself.

Shylock looked at the yellow hair eating with relish from a distance, looked at the mineral water placed on the table beside him, and his throat slid hard, "water... Water..." he half narrowed his eyes and snorted hard with his nose.

Huang Mao looked back and soon understood his intention, "want to drink water?"

He nodded like pounding garlic. Losing blood would easily make people feel thirsty. In addition, he had not drunk water in the middle of the night all afternoon. His desire for water was like a lost man who was dehydrated by high temperature barbecue in the desert.

Old K only said he couldn't eat before exhausting, but didn't say he couldn't even drink water.

Huang Mao got up and came to him with the bottle of mineral water on the table.

Shylock's pupils widened and looked at the bottle of mineral water shaking in his hand with hope, but little did he know that Huang Mao unscrewed the bottle cap and didn't pass it to his mouth. Instead, he poured the mineral water bottle head down and directly onto the dusty ground.

A whole bottle of water was poured out by him.

He watched Huang Mao pour out a whole bottle of mineral water without giving him a drink. Suddenly, his eyes were full of angry fire.

Huang Mao took the rag out of his mouth.

Shylock spit hard on the ground and glared at him.

"What's your hurry? I didn't say I wouldn't give you a drink." then Huang Mao zipped his pants in front of him, took out a thing and aimed it at Shylock's face.

A burst of "splashing"!

"Ah, you'd better kill me, or... As long as I still have one breath, I will avenge you!"

He finally figured out that this guy would never let go of himself. Instead of being humiliated by him and dying, he might as well die directly, so that he could eat less pain before he died.

"Ah ha ha ~" Huang Mao burst out a burst of comfortable laughter, the blood all over his body was shouting excitedly, and the pleasure of revenge filled his chest.

He quickly photographed the scene with his mobile phone and sent it to Miss Tang Er, who was lying in the hospital bed.

If Miss Tang Er watched this short video, she would be very happy!