Killed at His Doorstep
The instant Shen Wuxiao took it out, Liz's face turned deathly pale.
It looked a little like a cardiac pacemaker.
But it was not.
Fine black-and-red wires connected to a metal plate.
Some of the wires were connected to... those iron clips.
"Baby, I love you so much, so much... Do you love me?" Shen Wuxiao asked tenderly.
"Ah... I do..." Liz felt like she was going mad.
Too terrifying, too terrifying!
Was he some kind of sickly obsessive?
"They say that when you love someone, it feels like getting shocked. I truly believe it."
With that, he placed them one by one. Click.
"Bzzzt, bzzzt..."
Liz went completely rigid.
Rigid for the rest of her life.
But just as Shen Wuxiao had said, 220 volts would not electrocute a fool.
She would not die, but her eyes rolled back.
That was already him showing mercy. If he used Lei Ting, Liz would truly be cooked through.
Just as she was about to faint, Shen Wuxiao stopped again.
Instead, he went online for a hundred consecutive pulls!
To play along, Liz spoke against her conscience.
Saying she liked it so much in every possible way.
Shameless bastard.
At the same time, she could not understand it. Did all of Shen Wuxiao's women actually like this peculiar fetish of his?
Shen Wuxiao never tired of it.
He had not the slightest interest in such things.
But that depended on who he was facing.
Meanwhile, outside Jufu Tavern, experts had gathered.
They surrounded the teahouse.
Xiao Yifeng held a cigarette between his teeth and took a drag.
Two of his subordinates carried several gas cylinders.
They rushed straight inside.
"Anyone here for pleasure, get the hell out!"
A furious roar rang out!
The few customers already inside