Chatper 660 (1/2)

The man stood up as if nothing had happened, and directly grabbed Pei Yiting's hair, causing Pei Yiting to groan a few times in pain, unable to hold back the pain at this moment, tears welling down his face.

"Crying?" The man who was pulling his hair smiled lowly, as if he was very happy to see this scene.

Hearing this, Pei Yiting waited for her coldly: "You'd better pray that you don't fall into the young master's hands, or you will pay back a hundredfold."

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but when he said these words, he was as fierce as a small beast.

After all, he is from the Pei family. He is young but has a lot of backbone.

But the backbone at this time just happened to stimulate that person.

"A dead duck with a hard mouth." The man sneered, and slapped Pei Yiting hard in the face.

There was a crisp "snap" that directly knocked Pei Yiting's front teeth flying.

That scene made Song Weiwei's heart tingle.

Too much deception!

Those people don't regard Yi Ting as a human being at all.

Her hand struggled violently behind her, and the person holding her sensed her intention, and slapped her hard.

"Be honest, or I will kill you first!"

Song Weiyi was so beaten that he almost hit the wall next to him.

She was lying on the wall, only to hear the sound of slaps, it was the sound of Pei Yiting being beaten.

"Stop!" Song Weiyi screamed sharply, a strong will to survive sprouted from his limp body.

This is the basement, and she didn't know if anyone was waiting for them outside.

However, based on what that person did to Pei Yiting, with Pei Yiting's weakness, he would definitely be beaten to death.

These people are not afraid of killing him at all, maybe their purpose is to kill him.

Song Weiyi was trembling all over, and at the moment when her killer was trying to grab her hair, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit his wrist forcefully.

"Ah..." There was a wailing sound, and Song Weiyi almost tore off a piece of his flesh.

The sound startled the other person, and he let go of Pei Yiting directly to reach for the pistol at his waist.

Song Weiyi didn't dare to relax for a moment, his hands were not free, he raised his leg and swept over.

If they got the gun, both she and Pei Yiting would surely die.

"Smelly bitch..." The man who was kicked by her and caused the pistol to fly out was furious, stabilized his body, and rushed over directly.

His boxing skills are obviously not the only one that Song, an amateur, can compare with.

When a fist hit, Song Weiwei's eyes shrank. Although he dodged at a very fast speed, he did not completely dodge it.

I was hit on the stomach, and the pain was so painful that the internal organs almost shifted.

"Hmm..." Song Weiyi bent down, unable to fight back.

"Sister-in-law..." Pei Yiting, who was halfway up the ground, yelled with a pale face.

"Quick, gun..." Song Weiyi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the two simple pronunciations seemed to kill her.

Pei Yiting watched in horror, the man heard Song Weiyi's words, but quickly turned around to catch Pei Yiting.

The gun was on the ground in front of him, and he only needed three steps to walk there.

"Yiting, hurry up!" Song Weiwei yelled, lifted his foot vigorously, and kicked the man's back hard.

Pei Yiting came back to his senses and used all his strength to crawl forward.

Song Weiyi kicked so hard that he couldn't do what he wanted, causing the man to bump a little but didn't kick him down.

She felt like a heart was thrown into boiling water, rolling over and over again.

Her whole body was weak and weak, and she felt her legs trembling, almost unable to stand still.

The person holding hands behind also got up.

Attacking back and forth, desperate.

Song Weiyi felt his abdomen was being torn, and his stomach, which had never hurt before, twitched intermittently.