As the shock aggravated the pain, Zhu Bufan burst into tears and became incontinent.

The yellow liquid flowed thinly from his pants to his shirt, then from his shirt to his face, mixed with tears, then flowed to his head, and then mixed with his blood.

A mixture of tears, urine and blood formed a strange color and dripped from Zhu Bufan's hair.

A voice that sounded like it came from hell floated into Zhu Bufan's ears.

"I have a few questions that I would like you to answer, is that okay?"

Zhou Lu pinched Zhu Bufan's toes with two fingers, said something casually, then leisurely used his other hand to use a lighter to light the cigarette in his mouth, and glanced at the night view of the city, looking leisurely and contented.

If you just looked at his demeanor, you would think that he just came to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, enjoy the breeze and enjoy the night view of the city.

"Uh huh huh huh..."

Zhu Bufan nodded desperately. His life was in the hands of others. If there was a glimmer of hope, he must not give up.

Zhou Lu took a puff of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and lowered his eyes to glance at Zhu Bufan: "I ask, you answer, don't shout, otherwise you will scare me, and I may accidentally let go."

"Uh huh huh huh..."

Zhu Bufan had no choice.

Zhou Lu pulled Zhu Bufan up and wrinkled his nose when he saw the tears on his face:

"You're not very particular about hygiene. Fortunately, I'm wearing rubber gloves on my hands."

Zhou Lu tore off the tape on Zhu Bufan's mouth.

Zhu Bufan breathed heavily, trying to calm down his frightened nerves.

But no matter how scared he felt, no matter how painful his toes were, Zhu Bufan didn't dare to scream.

Compared to death, these are nothing.

"Wu Cai Cai asked someone to support him, are you helping?" Zhou Lu asked.

"Yes, it is."

Zhu Bufan answers honestly.

The cruel and evil people came to the family and wanted to destroy the family. The family was in danger, and if they continued to play tricks, they were courting death.

I finally understood why this murderer called Evil Retribution came.

Apparently it was because of Zhou Lu and Wu Caicai.

"Did you take money from the Wu family?"

"yes."

"How did you give it?"

"Transfer, transfer."

"Can you use your real-name authentication Weibo to post a post announcing your answer just now?" Zhou Lu said.

Zhu Bufan hesitated a little.

Once this Weibo announcement is sent out, his reputation will be ruined and he will offend the Northwest Wu family.

Zhou Lu didn't want to wait a second. He mentioned Zhu Bufan and wanted to throw him over the balcony railing.

"Okay, okay, you can do whatever you ask me to do. Don't, don't, don't, don't kill me."

Zhu Bufan hurriedly agreed, stammering and crying.

Next,

Zhou Lu asked a few more questions.

Zhu Bufan didn't dare to hesitate and responded one by one. He didn't dare to think, just for fear that this cruel Mr. Evil Retributor would throw him downstairs if he was unhappy.

"I'll tell you everything, and I'll give you all the money. I just ask you to let me go." Zhu Bufan calmed down a little and began to beg for mercy.

Because he felt that Mr. Evil Retribution was probably a killer sent by Zhou Lu.

Zhou Lu's attitude softened slightly: "In the Weibo announcement, you must take a screenshot of the transfer record and explain in detail what you just learned."

"Okay, okay, we will definitely do it."

Zhou Lu did not promise not to kill him, but from Zhou Lu's attitude, Zhu Bufan saw a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Lu then pulled Zhu Bufan off the balcony railing and threw him on the floor.

Zhu Bufan lay on the floor, gasping for air, in shock.

"Post on Weibo, now!"

Zhu Bufan didn't bother wiping the mixed liquid off his body. He got up tremblingly and touched his belt. His phone was not in his pocket. He probably dropped it when he was thrown outside the balcony.

"I, I'll go to the study and work on the computer." Zhu Bufan said timidly.

Zhou Lu nodded.

Zhu Bufan then dared to move around, returned to the living room from the balcony, entered the study room, and turned on the computer.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Zhu Bufan's ex-wife Wan Chuman and daughter Qin Wenwen were already crying. Seeing Zhu Bufan's embarrassment, they let out a "whimpering" sound.

They seemed to be begging for mercy, or wanted to say something.

But Zhou Lu was unmoved and ignored him.

An acquaintance is an acquaintance, but today my status is a bad retribution.

Zhou Lu stood behind Zhu Bufan, watching Zhu Bufan type out the Weibo content word by word, upload screenshots of transfers, etc.

Zhu Bufan's fingers were trembling, but the operations were still quite adequate. In order to save his life, he could not offend this evil gentleman.

Zhu Bufan, who had just had a brush with death and almost fell into pieces, cherishes his life even more now.

"Not bad, you have hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo, and you follow many celebrities and media." Zhou Lu looked at Zhu Bufan's Weibo and said.

Due to the large number of fans and the explosive news, once Zhu Bufan's confessional post was posted, the number of retweets immediately soared. There were more and more comments under the post, with a tendency to explode.

Zhou Lu was quite satisfied when he saw the results.

Zhu Bufan had a grimace on his face and did not dare to hide it: "Someone helps me run my Weibo. I spend money to buy traffic. After reaching a certain level, the website helps me promote it. I then spend money on advertising and ask others to help promote it. That's it."

Woke up."

"Oh, the Weibo thing is deep enough," Zhou Lu curled his lips and said, "That's right, you just said you would give me all the money. Since you are so proactive, it is all unjust gain, so I

Use it to help poor people, please transfer it to this account."

Zhou Lu wrote down his bank account number on a piece of paper and handed it to Zhu Bufan. His tone was quite polite, as if he was telling the bank teller to transfer his money to another account, which was so natural.

Zhu Bufan understood what Zhou Lu meant.

Obviously, Zhou Lu was a "poor man", but he had to give.

Zhu Bufan opened online banking and entered 1.5 million in the transfer amount with trembling fingers.

This was the advance payment of "activity funds" paid to him by the Wu family this time, including management of the entire school. After the incident was over, the Wu family promised to thank him heavily.

"Are you sure you entered it correctly?" Zhou Lu frowned, his voice cold.

"No, no... the Wu family indeed only advanced 1.5 million to me, and that's the same amount in the transfer record."

"I'm talking about all your unjust gains. I checked your deposits and found that you have bank deposits of 17.61 million, which are stored in three bank accounts."

"Ah You……!"

Zhu Bufan shuddered. Zhou Lu actually knew all his funds and was accurate to 10,000.

He cried sadly, tears falling down again, "Most of this money is bank loans. I mortgaged my house and prepared to make investments..."

He was telling the truth. Recently he was optimistic about a project that would make money steadily. He sold his stocks, mortgaged his house, and raised funds for investment. Otherwise, he would not have such a large amount of funds on hand.

"What a shame. I don't need any money. I just want your life. Let's go to the balcony."

Zhou Lu pulled Zhu Bufan up like a little chicken.

"No, no, no, no, I'll give it, I'll give it to you..."
Chapter completed!