Kryptonians come to the second dimension

The two killers were slightly startled: "Did you lure us here?"

"Even if I was really attracted by you, so what?"

"If it were you in your heyday, we might not be your match. However, you are useless now."

"I think an ordinary person could kill you."

Ye Wudao smiled meaningfully: "Who told you that I was abolished?"

The four people were slightly stunned.

What does he mean?

His dethronement is obvious to all and everyone knows it.

Shangguan Liuyun personally cut off the tendons of his hands and hamstrings.

The two killers subconsciously looked at Ye Wudao's wrist,

It turned out that Ye Wudao's wrists were smooth and there were no wounds at all.

He even had a cigarette between his fingers.

The two of them suddenly remembered that Ye Wudao had just used a lighter to light a cigarette.

How could a loser with severed limbs and limbs light a cigarette?

There's an ambush!

Their keen professional sense gave them a strong sense of crisis.

escape!

The two of them turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Ye Wudao would not give them a chance and casually threw out two silver needles.

The silver needles were piercing into the spinal points of the two people, and they fell to the ground one after another.

With the lesson of "the man in the suit committed suicide by taking poison", Ye Wudao was fully prepared this time.

He applied anesthetic on the silver needle beforehand.

The bodies of the two killers were paralyzed, and they no longer had the strength to move, let alone commit suicide.

The killer fell into deep despair.

There is no hope of escape, nor can one commit suicide.

What kind of storm will be waiting for them next.

The male killer gasped: "Kill...kill us."

"We...we won't say anything."

Ye Wudao smiled: "That's not necessarily the case."

"Although the mouth is on your body, I am in control now."

What's the meaning?

The two killers looked at each other.

Li Yuhuan and his wife looked at Ye Wudao in shock: "Xiaoye, you... you are okay!"

Ye Wudao said: "Sorry, parents, I also deceived all of you just to lure these two people out."

Xu Dahai also looked apologetic and said, "Xiaoye, it's us who should be sorry."

"We...we had no choice but to hide this from you."

Ye Wudao: "It doesn't matter. In fact, I have already guessed that Ling'er's life experience is not simple."

He knelt down and looked at the two killers: "You two, I advise you to cooperate and don't cross the river after being whipped."

wishful thinking.

The killer's attitude was decisive: "We won't tell you until we die."

Ye Wudao shook his head in disappointment: "Hey, I have to ask for trouble, so I can only help you."

Ye Wudao took out the needle belt and placed it in front of the two of them.

It is densely inlaid with countless silver needles.

While playing with the silver needle, he said: "The medical community divides pain into twelve levels."

"The first level of pain is a mosquito bite, and the twelfth level of pain is a pregnant woman giving birth."

"And here, there are fourteen levels of pain."

"Pregnant women giving birth are only in the fifth level."

"Guess, to what level of pain can you endure?"

Ye Wudao's silver needle fell and pierced into the painful acupuncture points of the two people.

The two of them are indeed professional killers, and their professionalism is still very high.

Even when the pain reaches the fifth extreme, he can't help but moan.

Ye Wudao looked excited: "Very good, very good. You two opened my eyes."

"Keep going."

Level six, level seven, level eight...

When they reached the ninth level, the two finally couldn't hold on any longer and roared angrily: "I said, I said..."

"Quickly...pull this damn silver needle out of my body."