Song Beichuan walked from behind the shelf, and Gao Zhenjue still didn't look up to see what Song Beichuan was doing, and he lowered his head and stayed on the x-shaped shelf.

"You chose this." Song Beichuan said.

He saw him walking out from behind the shelf within a while, and was holding a silver golf club in his hand, but Gao Zhenjue didn't realize what kind of "reward" he would bear.

After all, he didn't look up at Song Beichuan or what he was holding in his hand now.

This made Song Beichuan a little unhappy. If he couldn't see this, how could he feel his revenge for tooth?

"I like your silence. If you could say nothing about it seven years ago, you would not have ended like this, so, speak." Song Beichuan said with a smile.

But Gao Zhenjue was still the kind of person who had no reaction at all, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Song Beichuan smiled and said, "Okay, you won." Then he held the golf club with both hands, slowly raised it above his head, and then drew a graceful arc in the sky. The movement was exactly the swing in golf, showing a bit of gentlemanly elegance, but was just executing cruel punishment. With a muffled bang, the hard metal head hit Gao Zhenjue's left calf.

Gao Zhenjue, who had been silent, raised his hanging head at the moment he was hit, straightened his neck and let out a tragic wail.

The human body has very strong areas for attacks, such as shoulders, elbows, and knees. However, the calf must not be included in it. Its strength only exists in the attack without external force. When a metal golf club hit Gao Zhenjue's body, even if the bones inside are not broken, they will still appear cracks.

Even if you are moving tables and chairs, you accidentally hit the shin of your calf. A hard place will cause pain for several days. In severe cases, a small pothole may even occur.

But you have to believe that these are all flesh and blood, and they cannot be compared with the pain of shattering bones.

Gao Zhenjue wailed for a while, and his powerful voice gradually weakened, becoming a little hoarse, his face also became unusually pale, and the cold sweat from the pain slowly fell down his cheeks.

Song Beichuan felt a little soft when he looked at his pitiful look. After all, he was not a person who was willing to torture others. Although he mentioned small skinning, he just wanted to add some courage to himself, but when he really started, he did not feel the pleasure he had imagined, but he was unwilling to stop like this.

"Say, speak out your crimes."

Gao Zhenjue raised his scattered eyes and said, "Song Beichuan! You are cruel enough! I'll tell you everything!"

"When I was nineteen years old, my five friends and I raped a bar lady. It was my first time doing something bad, but that felt so fucking great. You can't imagine that a woman was fucked like a piece of boneless flesh. I can't forget her eyes. Hahaha..." He laughed at this point, and then said, "What happened to you in the end? We gave her 100,000 yuan and chatted about this privately. I enjoyed this for a few of us. After all, it was 100,000 yuan for a family like ours. I couldn't even count as a nonsense. I didn't find her to find an honest person to marry..."

Song Beichuan moved a chair and sat in front of him, put the golf club horizontally in front of him, listening to him laughing wildly while narrating his "glorious deeds".

"Shut up, are you playing tricks on me?"

Of course, Song Beichuan knew that he said this to trick him. He didn't want Gao Zhenjue to tell him about his crimes and make him repent? He wanted to tell you, don't think about it. He never regretted doing these things, and he enjoyed it very much. You had no choice but to have no way of doing them. This really made Song Beichuan feel helpless.

But Gao Zhenjue was still chattering, until Song Beichuan held the golf club high above his head at one time. In this way, Gao Zhenjue learned to close his mouth honestly.

"I admire you. I wanted to analyze your nature from your life. Obviously, you are not very cooperative. Are you dying like this? The last sentence before death was actually spent in a wail? Or say fuck your mother and curse me as the last sentence in life."

A trace of confusion flashed in Gao Zhenjue's eyes. This could not escape Song Beichuan's eyes. It seemed that hard would not work, and it would be nice to use soft ones to deal with him.

Some people may say that if they want to kill Gao Zhenjue, they can pierce his brain with a dagger, and if they want to torture him, they will not be human-like, or they will peel him up even more cruelly, which will make him feel the most painful thing in the world.

But Song Beichuan didn't want to end his life like this, because after so many years, his hatred dissipated a lot. When he just broke Gao Zhenjue's leg bone, the last little hatred in his body disappeared with Gao Zhenjue's wailing.

Therefore, if Gao Zhenjue can really reform his past, Song Beichuan would choose to let him go. Be an ordinary civilian, before that, he might have to be imprisoned in a labor camp, and of course, this institution has not been established yet.

However, there will be some in the near future, because the top leaders of these two forces, Shanzuo Province and Shanyou Province, can be said to be crazy to a certain point. Song Beichuan might kill these people with one finger, and with one order, they will separate their bodies.

But if this happens, Song Beichuan will become a black dictatorial idea, so he will never do such a thing in his life, and he will not want to smear his history like this.

Therefore, those leaders who once took human lives and abused lynching will all be imprisoned in this labor camp. Before that, they were tried by the people, and Gao Zhenjue was an exception. Song Beichuan came to interrogate himself. If possible, he still hoped to spare his life.

"Learn to confess, or you can get a different path." Song Beichuan said as he looked into his eyes.

Gao Zhenjue first looked at Song Beichuan with an expressionless face, then his white teeth showed his wild laughter, and said while laughing: "Sin? I have no sin. This is the world. The strong prey on the weak. When you are weaker than me, I can trample on you to the fullest. I can control everything you have in my hands and play with you in the applause with a sound of dignity. Now you are stronger than me, so I naturally start to deal with me in the same way, so I have no complaints. If you want to kill or cut, you can do whatever you want, otherwise you will break that bone? I always feel that the one you knocked just now is not strong enough!"

Song Beichuan opened his eyes wide. He had thought of many villains, but none of them were like him. He was very curious about why such a person ruled a province?

So he expressed his question in his heart: "Why have you ruled Shanyou Province for five years and became the largest slave trader, arms dealer, and even sold du products in this area? Wouldn't this kind of evil thing be easily overthrown by the people below?"

"I have told you that the strong have prey on the weak, but human beings are a kind of person who knows how to exchange for life with obedience. And I always distribute money to women to their subordinates, so no one is ready to overthrow me. And those wastes who are too weak who are not as good as death, I don't keep them in my eyes. Everything about them has nothing to do with me. Their voice is too small and I can't hear it."

Song Beichuan nodded, as if the world was far bigger than he thought, and such people still lived incredibly freely before they met themselves, at least more freely than the poor people below. If they had not arrived, they might have been freely freely for a long time.

Humans are much more resilience than they imagined, and even make people feel a little sad. They live a beastly life and are unwilling to stand up, angry and indulge in resistance.

However, what qualifications does Song Beichuan have to criticize them? In this doomsday era, human life is like grass, the weak are bullied, and women are sleeping. This concept may have already penetrated into the hearts of the residents of Shanyou Province.

So living is enough. As for how to live, is it important?

Song Beichuan looked at him and said, "I will give you a chance now. If you are willing to admit your crime, I will let you go. But letting go here is not to let you leave here, but to be able to live as needed. But your life will be spent in the labor camp until your old hair and teeth are leaving you, you will be released."

"Let me apologize? Let me repent? What kind of shit labor camp will I be locked in? Bah! Go, the only thing I want to say now is that I didn't use much force when fucking Liu Siya!"

Seeing that he dared to untie his scars, Song Beichuan immediately grabbed his neck and said, "I can let you die, but I don't. I can torture you, but I don't, because my body still has human nature! I don't want to become you, but this does not mean I can't become you! You have to be clear!"

"Do it, kill me." Gao Zhenjue said with a smile.

"Die? You still need atonement." He immediately shouted at the door: "Li Xiaodong!"

Upon hearing the call, Li Xiaodong immediately walked in from the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Cut off his tongue for me!" Song Beichuan said as he stared at him.

Li Xiaodong nodded, clapped his hands and two or three people came in. Song Beichuan was not in the mood to watch this bloody scene. Perhaps he was happy to take revenge, but he was no longer a child and needed that kind of happiness.

He walked out of the door slowly and heard a tragic wail from behind him.

"Of course he will not die. He will be limping in the future and cannot say a word to repay his sins in this life."
Chapter completed!