Chatper 2561 (1/2)

In the kitchen, Uncle Bao was old after all, and he was far less swift than Seymour, so he fell behind in a short while.

The steel knife he held in his hand had been taken away by Seymour, and many wounds had been cut on his body, dripping with blood, which looked very oozing.

"You can't do what you can!" Seymour said disdainfully, and made a fierce move, "Don't worry, I will never let you die so happily! When I cut off your tendons and hamstrings, I will let you watch with your own eyes. We How did you abuse your precious daughter!"

"Well--"

Uncle Bao was in a trance by what Seymour said, and he was hit with a machete on his shoulder, and more blood gushed out immediately.

"Old guy, don't worry, you won't die for a while!" Seeing the blood, Seymour became even crazier, and danced the steel knife in his hand like a tiger, and in a short while, he added a few more scars to Uncle Bao's body. Wound.

The injured Uncle Bao was panting from exhaustion, but still insisted on fighting with Seymour.

In the end, he restrained his arm with a backhand, and Sen Leng's steel knife rested on his neck.

Seymour raised his head wildly and laughed loudly, "Old guy, you can still hold on! Be honest with me, don't you want to play hide-and-seek? Very good, I'll go find your daughter now!"

After speaking, Seymour held Uncle Bao hostage with a steel knife, and the two walked out of the kitchen.

There was a lot of noise between them fighting, and people in the yard surrounded them one after another.

After seeing Uncle Bao's neck held by Seymour with a steel knife, these people not only didn't plead for mercy, but gloated and taunted him.

"Come and see, isn't this the favorite of Bishop Seymour? Why is the steel knife holding the neck?"

"The old thing should have died a long time ago, or wasted food, by the way, I heard that he still has a beautiful crazy woman?"

"Hey, after this old thing dies, let's go play with that lunatic, maybe it will be fun!"

Uncle Bao was wounded all over his body, he clenched his fists and listened to the ridicule and taunts around him, feeling murderous in his heart.

Once upon a time, he was as shameless as these people! Trampling on the dignity of others without a bottom line!

Maybe picking up Ah Feng is the retribution for the first half of his life, let him repay the wrong things he did before!

If there is a chance to repay the sins that have been committed, then it must be washed away with hot blood...

As early as when he was determined to pave a way for Ah Feng to leave, Uncle Bao never thought of backing down.

He looked coldly at the ugly faces of the people around him, and spat again with disdain, "You scum, you will go to hell sooner or later!"

"Hmph!" Seymour snorted coldly, slapped Uncle Bao's face with a steel knife, and said triumphantly, "Of course, we have long been residents of hell, and you can't escape. But before we go to hell, we will let you Try it, what is the real endless hell!"

As he spoke, Seymour viciously swung the steel knife and stabbed Uncle Bao's shoulder hard.

"puff!"

The sharp steel knife cut into the flesh and made a creepy muffled sound, bringing up a warm blood mist.

Seymour had been used to this for a long time, and he laughed viciously, looked around and shouted loudly, "Feng! Aren't you going to play hide-and-seek? If I can't find you for a minute, give him a knife! Let us now Let's see if he can persist until I find you!"

Those onlookers didn't understand what they heard, but they still clapped their hands and echoed, "This is fun, if you can't find it, give that old guy a knife and see how long he can last!"

"Yeah, this old thing used to walk sideways here, let's see how he dies now!"