Power of Money novel Chapter 617

Jade Valley.

Kong Zhentian and Simon saw the hatchet man use a sharp blade to stab into Jason's wrist and then break it horizontally. Both of them showed a smile on their faces as if their plan had succeeded.

"Jason, Jason, what's wrong with you to be the young master of the Shen family? However, you are biting off more than you can chew by provoking our Dragon Society and dare to shoot my only son. Today, I will let you know the consequences of provoking the dignity of our Dragon Society!"

"Go on, cut off his hands, and then send them to the top, let them see the so-called Master Qin, what he is now!"

Puff! Puff!

With an order, a stream of blood sprayed on Samar's face from the broken wrist. It was like pear blossom rain, but Samar did not avoid it at all. He even stuck out his tongue and licked the blood stains at the corner of his mouth.

This was the fresh blood of an enemy who had killed his own son!

He had previously made an oath in front of the Dragon Society's people, saying that if he could personally capture Jason, then he would definitely eat his flesh and feast on his blood!

Today, Jason was cut off a hand in front of him. The thrill of getting revenge made Samar burst into laughter uncontrollably.

"Son, did you see that? I've avenged you today. This beast that dared to shoot you is now in my hands. I'll avenge you. I'll make him experience a thousand times more pain than when you died. I'll kill him with one shot. I'll make him kneel down and apologize to you!"

"Ha ha, ha ha..."

Samar's roar suddenly stopped as he heard a strange laugh.

He lowered his head and looked at Jason, who was pressed hard on the ground and could not move, and asked strangely, "What are you laughing at?"

Jason looked at his wrist, which had been removed from his wrist, and sneered with a pale face, "I laugh at you. You are an idiot. How can your evil son go up there after he dies? He will definitely go to hell on the 18th floor to accept all the cruelest punishments. Ten million! Ten million! No one can be reborn. He will be there forever, atoning for the people he had killed!"

"You're courting death!"

Samar was furious. "Every year I throw tens of millions of incenses at every temple. All the abbot monks have to receive me with courtesy after they see me. I also have a Dharma Book and magic tool that have been strengthened before. My name is also on the merit tablets of all the temples. After my son dies, he will only go to the western bliss world. The poor will die for him to experience. It has nothing to do with me and my son. Do you understand?"

"Merits Stele? Dharma name?"

Hearing this, Jason laughed bitterly. But his laughter added fuel to the fire. Samar directly lifted his foot and stepped on the cut of his broken wrist.

"Ah!!!"

From the time his wrist was stabbed by the military knife to the time he cut off his whole hand, Jason didn't even make a sound, because he had been biting his teeth all the time!

But this time, he couldn't bear the second injury of the cross-trainers. All he could see was darkness. He opened his mouth and cried out miserably.

"Tell me! I want you to tell me more! Damn it! How dare you be so stubborn when you're dying! Cut off his other hand! Now, chop it! Hurry up!"

"Destroy!" Samar roared, his eyes red.

Puff! Puff!

The bright moon on that day was once again dyed red with blood.

Jason was on the verge of fainting, but he continued to stare at Kong Tiankong with his eyes full of sarcasm. "It's okay not to worship people when they enter a temple, but what's the point of being so cunning? Kong Tiankong, stop struggling. No matter how hard you try to torture me, your son can't see it. Even if you make a golden temple, your son can't escape his destiny of being tortured on the 18th floor of hell. He's like a mountain of knives, a sea of fire, a pan of oil... Tut-tut, what do you think your son is doing now? I think he's not bad. Like you, he's wicked and evil, provoking people's wife and daughter, and killing their husbands. I think he's definitely in hell now, and the little devil bited his tongue with a hot red pliers, pulling him out bit by bit. Day after day, year after year, until he's had enough of punishment, and then proceed to the next hell, where he'll continue to commit the sin he deserved before his death..."

"Shut up! Shut up! I spent so much money, it's impossible for my son to go to hell! You are talking nonsense! Since you are so interested in talking, come on! Take out his tongue now! Send his tongue to the top together with his hand and tell them that if they don't put down the weapons and surrender, the next part will not be these small parts, but Jason's head! Hurry up!"