Super Student's Three-realms Army

The man moved very quickly, and directly pierced the bamboo tube into the inner side of Soong Jingsheng's thigh.    

The pain of his skin being pierced by a sharp weapon instantly caused Soong Jingsheng to let out a miserable scream. His mental state clearly became much more clear from the initial muddle-headedness, and he cursed at Zhang Xiaofann.    

"Zhang Xiaofann, you are a despicable person."    

"If you really have the guts, then let me down and have a one-on-one duel with me!"    

"There are so many of you, yet you only bullied me. What kind of hero are you?"    

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,"    

Soong Jingsheng's blood was flowing along the slender bamboo tube, one drop at a time, into the metal bucket. Zhang Xiaofann raised his wrist and looked at the time on his phone. The corner of his mouth rose, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.    

"According to the current flow, you only have less than an hour and a half."    

"After an hour and a half, you will die from excessive blood loss."    

"When that time comes, I think your father, Soong Shiming, will come over and see a dried corpse that has all of its water squeezed out, right?"    

"Of course, you can also choose to call your father over now. In that case, I might give you a quick death."    

"Alright, the last countdown has begun. Think about it. Think about it."    

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofann took out a box of cigarettes from his bosom and held it in his mouth, starting to smoke.    

Soong Jingsheng lowered his head and looked at the bamboo tube that was deeply pierced into his thigh. Blood was dripping down from the tube, dripping down from the mouth of the bamboo tube into the iron bucket below.    

The scene that had just happened in front of his eyes had scared Soong Jingsheng, who had followed his father, Soong Shiming, since he was young. He was so scared that his face turned pale.    

"Zhang Xiaofann, you're so cruel!"    

Soong Jingsheng took a few deep breaths in succession, then looked up at Zhang Xiaofann and said while gritting his teeth.    

"Life and death are determined by fate."    

Zhang Xiaofann slowly stood up and spat a mouthful of smoke on Soong Jingsheng's face. He sneered and said.    

Soong Jingsheng's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He could not even say a complete sentence for a long time. The only sound that could be heard in the narrow room was the sound of blood dripping into the iron bucket.    

Originally, Soong Jingsheng had already prepared himself for the worst. Even if his own life was going to end here today, he would not drag his father into this muddy water.    

However, Soong Jingsheng never would have dreamed that Zhang Xiaofann would want to kill him. He even wanted to torture him in such an inhumane way.    

This kind of pain was a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than directly killing him. It was as if he was being tortured to death.    

"Zhang Xiaofann, I will call my father over right now."    

"However, you must immediately come down."    

Soong Jingsheng glared at him and said fiercely.