Chapter 505 Food Anchor: God of Cooking, Please Feed! 45

"Don't want to die?" Chong Ai had a smile on her lips, an indescribable irony.

"You should be ready to die before you want to hurt me." She whispered softly, but she didn't show mercy at all, and cut off the man's hands neatly.

"Ah - ah ah -" Huang Mao screamed in a shrill scream, and his scream in the empty room was particularly loud, as if he was experiencing severe pain.

On the ground not far away, a pair of broken hands lay there quietly, blood splattered all over the place.

"My hands--my hands--" Huang Mao's face was as pale as a ghost, curling up and rolling on the ground in pain.

The rest of the men who were knocked to the ground were drenched in cold sweat, ignoring the injuries on their bodies, and crawled forward with broken legs.

This delicate-looking girl, she is not a person, she is a pervert! It's scarier than the devil!

Even though they have seen all kinds of bloody scenes, they have also fought and slashed with knives, but they never thought that an ordinary female student would be so cruel.

Torment their minds before killing people. Fear drowned them like a tide, entangled them like algae on the seabed and dragged them to the dark seabed, suffocation and despair came.

Run away!

At this moment, except for the injured yellow hair, those few people only had the idea of ​​running for their lives.

"Where are you going?" Chong Ai stood up and asked with a chuckle.

The girl was able to laugh so easily after cutting off Huang Mao's hands, as if she had not done anything cruel.

She is not afraid of committing crimes, nor is she afraid of killing people.

The way the girl smiled made them creepy.

"Forgive us, please forgive us..." In the face of death, no dignity is more important than life, and several men knelt down and kowtowed: "We said everything, please let us go... I beg you... "

As long as the mastermind is revealed, they should be able to survive.

They just use money to do things. The most abhorrent thing is the people who pay to harm others. She should hate the people who harmed her.

Chong Ai played with the cold knife in his hand and said, "Speak."

The bald man with a swollen face quickly said: "It's a woman named An Qingqing, she asked us to take you to a remote and abandoned chemical factory and do something bad to you... Give us 3 million when it's done. …”

The smile on Chong Ai's lips was cold, and she said, "I'm only worth three million?"

"..."

A few people got cold behind their backs and quickly said: "You are so beautiful and powerful, how could you only be worth three million..."

"Then tell me how much I'm worth?" Chong Ai asked with a smile.

"..."

"five million?"

"Ten million?"

Chong Ai's wrist moved slightly, as if he was about to kill someone.

The men shivered blindly, and closed their eyes and shouted: "You are invaluable, how can such a vulgar thing as money be compared with you..."

Chong Ai hummed and said, "It's a good thing to say." She curled her lips slightly and said, "What are you going to do to me? Let's hear it."

Several people were sweating coldly and said, "We didn't want to do anything, really..."

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore." Her cell phone was thrown out, and her man should be crazy later.

Several men breathed a sigh of relief, was she going to let them go?

"The four of you can go to hell and play mahjong together..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the knife in her hand flew out, cutting their throats quickly before they could run.