Blind Husband's
The blind 49

Dorr !!!

In a port that is located far from residential residents, hundreds or even thousands of containers of various sizes are seen.

A loud gunshot broke the silence of the silent place without anyone passing by.

Inside a red container, Ansell was staring intently at a man who had just woken up from his dream.

With twitching eyes, the man raised his head and watched Ansell standing in front of him closely. Hands tied back and legs in front made the man unable to move much.

No matter how long Ansell tortured him, the man looked battered with a body part that had been filled with blood.

Looking at the man's face, Ansell was so upset. With his right hand holding a gun, and his left hand in his trouser pocket, Ansell walked up to the man and banged his head until he was again rendered helpless.

Ansell remembered how sick Alula's face was when this thug molested her, and it made Ansell really want to finish off the thug right now. But as much as he could hold it, at least for later.

Time and again the thug with the tattoo filled his hand was asking for mercy, but Ansell did not care.

The arm that had been shot, Ansell stepped firmly making the thug groan violently.

"Again? Heh!" Ansell smiled obliquely. "When he asks for forgiveness do you listen to him? Can't!"

Ansell pointed her gun at the thug's head, causing him to return in fear.

Dorr !!!

One shot back was heard piercing through the thugs earlobe which instantly bled out blood.

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Tik Tok Tik Tok Tok Tok Tok

A man is seen playing a silver Zippo match in his hand. Sitting with his back slightly lowered, the man occasionally moved his legs up and down.

While in front of him at this time, there was a long-haired man with a cloth covering his left eye.

Zyandru took out a piece of photo from his pants pocket and threw at the helpless man in front of him.

The man dressed in jeans with his eyes closed like a pirate lowered his head and saw a picture of a beautiful woman smiling sweetly.

"Definitely know that woman!" With his cold aura, Zyandru asked as his hands continued to play his match.

A slab became the answer that made Zyandru dissatisfied with him. "Recarely familiar?"

With a face full of fear half to death, the thug who became Zyandru's prisoner again shook his head.

Zyandru held onto the hands full of blood the thug then clamped the tip of his index finger with a Zippo match he held.

"Aaaakhhhhh! He poked my eye!" With a loud voice, the thug replied as his head looked back in extreme pain when his fingertips were torn off just like that.

Zyandru opened the cloth that closed the thug's eyes, saw blackened eyes and spit out a little blood.

Sensing the terrifying aura from Zyandru, the thug was about to get up from his seat, but as it moved, he felt an immense pain on both of his legs.

I don't know what Zyandru did before. When he looked down, the thug saw that his legs were filled with blood and could not be moved.

The thug who tortured Alula looked so frightened especially when he saw Zyandru's smile. He felt before him at this moment was not a human, but a life-extracting demon.

"Why afraid? You know who that woman is? My wife! Now he's lying weakly in the hospital because of you and your two friends!"

Zyandru came back closer, this time holding the middle finger of the man, with his cynical smile, Zyandru looked at the man and repeated the previous scene to make the thug's finger almost break.

"With this hand you pull my wife's hair!" For the third time, Zyandru chose to cut off the little finger of the thug.

Zyandru switched to holding the thug's long hair, doing the same thing as the thug did to Alula.

Roughly, Zyandru threw the head of the thug which immediately made him fall weak. Sweat, tears and blood mixed into one flowing on the skin of the stocky man.

Zyandru woke up the thug and sat him on a wooden chair nearby. As he continued to speak, Zyandru nudged the man's leg and made him cry again in pain.

A voice full of pain sounded so loud in that quiet room. The rebellious thug wanted to leave, but it wasn't as easy as he had imagined.

"Where are you? Wait for your friend in a minute, okay!"

Zyandru sat back to watch the man enjoy every pain he gave.

Feeling no energy even to just move, the thug was finally silent and resigned, especially with the current state of his body. It felt like he wanted to die soon rather than be tortured slowly like this.

While Zyandru was satisfied with his torment, Ansell is currently seen still hitting the head of the man with a gun.

Bruises and blood had already filled the face and head of the man with those reddened eyes under his eyes. With the rest of his energy, the thug crawled out of the container that already contained his blood.

While Ansell followed behind while occasionally kicking the thug back down.

Ansell, who could not stand it anymore, dragged him to the place where Zyandru was.

As soon as they arrived, the two thugs immediately looked at each other's faces. Really, they regretted having done something bad to Alula.

Now, the two thugs were sitting together with their hands tied to his side.

"Ansell look! His eyes were pierced by Alula in heels!" Zyandru mocked one of the thugs.

"Is that true, sir? Alula is great. Ahhhhhhh!"

Seeing the two unfamiliar men laughing over their suffering, the two thugs just silently held a grudge embedded in the heart.

Test Test Test Test

The two thugs both looked up when they felt something dripping down from above. Little by little the water was dripping.

They began to be able to smell the scent they believed was gasoline, when they shouted out. Keep asking for mercy but Zyandru and Ansell love as if closing their ears.

Now, the water was increasingly flowing, even to the feet of Zyandru and Ansell who were standing taking distance from the two thugs.

Zyandru returned to play his Zippo match, seeing that, the two thugs were scared not playing. Cold sweat poured down their bodies.

Just as Zyandru was about to throw his match at the two thugs, suddenly there were some burly men going in there.

"Sir, let us do it" said one of the men addressed to Zyandru.

"Alright" Zyandru threw the match at one of his men. Afterwards, he and Ansell sauntered out.

When Zyandru almost left the place, that's when Zyandru's men threw a match that immediately made fire on the two thugs.

The screams and cries sounded so ear-splitting as flames grabbed their entire bodies.

Actually Zyandru and Ansell wanted to see the two thugs die slowly, but could not because it was late at night, and there was still one more person they had not dealt with.

In the car, Zyandru was busy changing his clothes that were already filled with blood. It was impossible for him to meet Alula with this kind of situation.

Zyandru was so surprised to find a small comb in Ansell's car. It was fitting that his assistant's hair always looked neat.

Zyandru began to tidy his hair, his face that contained blood spots had been cleaned. Now, the man has returned neat and handsome.

"Ansell, find the lady of the night!"