After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

When Song Yuwei heard the voice, she shuddered instinctively.

Fu Yuheng walked past Song Yuwei with his long legs.

The cold aura was eerie to the extreme, so cold it was frightening.

His narrow and long phoenix eyes were fixed with a cold light, sweeping over Song Yuwei.

It was like sharp blades cutting into her body, causing her pain.

Song Peng was also frightened by the powerful cold and oppressive feeling from Fu Yuheng, and felt inexplicably terrified.

Fu Yuheng sat on the rosewood dragon chair in the center of the hall, looking down at the two people lying on the ground.

"Mr. Song, long time no see."

His voice was like a demon crawling out of hell, making one's scalp tingle.

Song Peng's back was soaked with sweat. He trembled as he got up from the ground, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the man in front of him, begging for mercy.

"Boss Fu, no, Master Jiu, you are a magnanimous person. Please give us a way out. I beg you."

Fu Yuheng's deep black eyes, as dark as a deep pool, stared at him.

"Release? Mr. Song, I think you haven't figured out the situation yet. There is no word like "release" in my, Fu Yuheng's, dictionary."

"You dare to touch my woman, you are courting death! How should this account be settled? Mr. Song, you and I are both businessmen, and you should know that I never do business at a loss."

Song Peng, "Master Jiu, I was wrong. I won't do it again. My daughter is still young. I was confused and blinded by greed, so I did something wrong. Please spare my daughter. If you have anything to say, please come to me. I beg you to let my daughter go."

Song Peng wanted to take all the blame on himself and begged Fu Yuheng to let his precious daughter go.

Fu Yuheng held a cigarette between his slender fingers. "Leave your ten fingers behind first, and I'll consider whether to let her go."

The man on top looked down at the two people on the ground as if they were ants, his voice containing a chilling coldness that was captivating.

Song Peng's face turned pale. "What! Ten fingers!"

The man's black suit pants wrapped around his slender and straight legs, naturally overlapping each other. "Why, Mr. Song loves his daughter so much that he is unwilling to give up even ten fingers?"

Song Peng was disheartened upon hearing this. He would even sacrifice his life to save his daughter.

Yuwei is still young and has been without a mother since childhood. She was raised by him. She is a little willful and capricious on weekdays, but he never expected that she would bribe someone to kill someone!

And she offended Fu Yuheng's woman!

All this is caused by his failure to teach her well. It's too late to say anything now.

He only has one child, Yuwei.

She still has her prime youth, she cannot die, but he already has one foot in the coffin, so what does it matter if he dies early or late?

As long as his daughter can be saved, ten fingers are nothing, he will give them to her!

"Master Jiu, you must keep your word. I will give you ten fingers and you will let my daughter go."

Fu Yuheng leaned back in his chair, his black suit jacket open, exuding an air of dignity and abstinence.

His sexy thin lips opened slightly, a wisp of smoke flowed out from between, covering his cold and handsome face, and a cold voice sounded from above.

"Boss Song is really protective of his daughter. I want your finger, and I want her life, too. However, when I want her depends on my mood."

"Dad, get up. You don't have to kneel down to him." Song Yuwei pulled Song Peng's arm and asked him to stand up.

It sounded like he was just toying with her, and even after her father had knelt down and begged for mercy, he still refused to let her go.

Song Yuwei was furious. She pointed her finger at the man sitting in the upper seat and shouted, "Fu Yuheng, who do you think you are? You have no right to do this to us!"

The subordinates standing nearby were all worried for the crazy woman when they saw that she dared to point her finger at their Ninth Master.

I thought, is this woman crazy? Power, their Jiu Ye is the power in the whole Kyoto.

Song Yuwei has absolutely no memory. She dares to openly challenge the highest authority in Kyoto. Her good days are over.

Fu Yuheng flicked the ash from his cigarette, looked gloomy, and stared at her with a bloodthirsty and dark tone, "You'd better not point your finger at me."

Seeing this, Song Peng quickly pulled Song Yuwei to kneel down together, "Weiwei, don't point!" He kept begging, "Jiu Ye, Jiu Ye, please don't be angry. She is still young and doesn't understand. Please let her go, I beg you."

Song Peng pulled Song Yuwei to kowtow to Fu Yuheng, but Song Yuwei was stubborn and didn't want to kowtow. "Dad, don't be afraid of him. Get up quickly and don't kowtow to him."

The dark voice filled the air, making people shudder. "Little girl, she is ignorant. Okay, Mr. Song, since that's the case, I will teach her how to be sensible for you."

Fu Yuheng pinched off the cigarette butt and raised his bony fingers slightly, "Long Yang."

Long Yang, who was standing below, stepped forward and nodded, "Master Jiu."

Fu Yuheng's dark eyes were filled with ruthlessness, as if he wanted to tear the person to pieces. "Pull out all the nails!"

"Yes."

After hearing this, Song Peng was so frightened that his whole body went numb. He hurriedly kowtowed to Fu Yuheng and begged for mercy, crying and begging, "Master Jiu, please let her go. Please let my daughter go. Please, please."

Fu Yuheng acted as if he didn't hear anything. He put his elbow on the armrest and supported his head with one fist, as if he was taking a nap.

No matter how hard Song Peng begged, the man in a higher position remained indifferent.

Song Yuwei stepped back in fear, still yelling, "What are you doing! Let me go! You will die!"

No matter how she screamed, the two men in black grabbed Song Yuwei and held her down on the left and right, making it impossible for her to break free.

Song Peng tried to go forward to save his daughter, but Fu Yuheng's men were all martial artists, and before he could even fire a single move, he was held tightly by his men, unable to move.

Song Peng could only cry and watch his precious daughter suffer horrible torture.

Long Yang took out a pair of pliers from behind him, walked in front of Song Yuwei, aimed at her nails, and pulled them out one by one, dropping them to the ground.

The excruciating pain made her scream miserably, each one more miserable than the last.

Everyone else was so frightened by the scene that their legs went limp.

On the other hand, the man sitting in the upper position had a gloomy look on his face and exuded a ruthlessness.

"Fu Yuheng, you must die a miserable death! And that bitch, I curse her, she must..."

Fu Yuheng frowned slightly, his handsome face full of coldness, "Long Yang, you are too noisy, pull out your tongue!"

Song Yuwei struggled in pain and kept cursing before she could finish her words.

Fu Yuheng directly gave the order and asked Long Yang to cut off her tongue.

You can scold him, but cursing his wife is asking for death!

Long Yang took out a dagger, raised his hand and swung it down, and a painful roar echoed throughout the Mingfeng Hall.

Song Peng looked at his daughter's hands covered in blood, her tongue on the ground, her mouth full of blood, a horrible sight, and his heart ached. He had never hit her since she was a child.

I couldn't even bear to scold her, now she looks so miserable.

Song Peng's heart was bleeding.

Song Yuwei's hands were stained with blood, and the pliers were also stained with blood.

She fainted from the pain.

Song Peng stared at Fu Yuheng with bloodshot eyes, "You devil, give me back my daughter!"

Struggling hard, cursing him fiercely.

Fu Yuheng raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes were cold and awed, making people feel awe.

He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly down the stairs, and approached Song Peng step by step.