In the 20th century, although Yan Qingrui was just a thief, she had never killed anyone. Once when she stole a famous painting in a certain country, she had dealt with a scumbag.

The scumbag was dating seven women in the name of love, cheating them of money and sex, and killing two of them. After Yan Qingrui found out that whereabouts, he had soaked him like this, breaking the bones in his body and reorganizing them, reorganizing and disassembling them.

If it is just a dead person, or just a skeleton, it naturally doesn't matter.

But when a living person encounters these things, he will hate himself for crawling out of his mother's belly. That kind of pain will make them go to the Hall of Hell and are unwilling to become a child again.

At this time, Fan Junping was so painful that his whole body twitched.

Yan Qingrui put on his chin and looked down at him coldly.

Fan Junping only felt that under this silver mask, there was a evil star and a devil. He had never met such a cruel person. He had not dripped blood from his body, but he felt that all the muscles and bones in his body had moved past positions.

He cried with a hoarse voice: "Please kill me, kill me!" He regretted it very much. Why didn't you go to the yamen after the incident? At least you can enjoy it and don't have to suffer such pain.

Yan Qingrui sneered: "You think so beautifully. If you do something like that, don't you want to send it to the yamen? Now you follow me, if you are obedient, I won't make things difficult for you. If you dare to have the slightest idea of ​​escaping, I will have a trick that hurts ten times more than just now!"

Fan Junping quickly said, "Send me to the yamen, take me to the yamen!"

Yan Qingrui pulled off a strip from the bed sheet, tied Fan Junping's arms backwards, held his other head in his hand, dragged him out.

Fan Junping did not dare to resist, so he followed Yan Qingrui out of the door obediently, and walked out of the yard through the gate.

At that time, it was only the hour of Mao, and the sky was not yet dawn, and the one-eyed woman had not yet got up, and even the streets were quiet.

Yan Qingrui dragged Fan Junping straight to the Jingzhao Yin Yamen, as fierce as Fan Junping, who was both inhuman and extremely vicious and desperate, had three lives on hand, but he did not dare to have the slightest idea of ​​resisting at this time.

When we arrived at the Jingzhao Yin Yamen, it was the end of the Mao period.

Yan Qingrui picked up the drum hammer in front of the door and beat the drum.

The dull drum sounded, and Jingzhao Yin Ma Chunsheng came hurriedly and almost put his official hat on his back. He slapped the arbor: "Who is playing the drum? Bring it to the hall!"

Yan Qingrui pulled the cloth belt in her hand and dragged Fan Junping into the lobby. Two yamen runners in the lobby were stationed on both sides, which were very majestic, but Yan Qingrui didn't care. She walked to the hall like a leisurely place, took out Fan Junping's paintings from her arms, and said aloud: "The bounty hunter, the silver-faced man, captured the thief Fan Junping, came to receive the bounty."

Ma Chunsheng calmed down and offered rewards to some cases that had not been solved for a long time. This is a long-standing approach, and some people specialize in bounty hunters.

However, although the so-called silver-faced man in front of him covered half of his face with a silver mask, he could see that he was not old and had not grown up in size. Especially when he stood with Fan Junping, he seemed like a child holding a gorilla. The power and size were huge, which was really hard to believe.
Chapter completed!