Listening to Wang Chengde's screams, he gradually weakened. Song Li knew that it was almost done. If he continued to fight, even if his grandson was not injured internally, he should have suffered a lot. Looking at the scars on his body, there were more than twenty crisscrossing. Although this punishment was not enough to offset the crime he committed, it could make him unforgettable and never dare to forget it.

Killing is the simplest thing. With one palm, Wang Chengde's life will be explained. Isn't it too cheap for a person who has done so many evil things to die? In Song Li's concept, the biggest punishment is to make him live worse than death and suffer alive. This is far more terrifying than death.

After Song Li stopped, Wang Chengde rolled and crawled out. He had just experienced a deep torture. In his eyes, Song Li was simply synonymous with the devil. He had never thought that a person was so scary! Naturally, the farther away from him, the better.

"Who told you to leave? Did I tell you to leave?" Song Li said lightly. In Wang Chengde's ears, it was completely the devil's death talisman. He was so scared that he shivered, and a strong smelly aura came from his crotch. This Yanei, who had previously shown his might and was arrogant, was actually incontinent by Song Li's slight words.

"Uncle...my master... I'm just a stinky dog ​​shit, and you stomp me and your feet are dirty... You just think it's a fart, let me go..." A child who was spoiled by the family will be thousands of times more pussy than an ordinary child when faced with a tough counterattack from the outside world. This principle has been verified again. Wang Chengde's nose and tears flowed all over, and his shape was extremely unbearable.

"I am a person with public and private personalities. The whipping just now was for public purposes, but there is still private matter between us..." Song Li slowly walked to him, looked down at him expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Don't think you are miserable. Think about Chunxiang who was beaten to death by you in the street, think about those who were wronged by you, and think about those who have been bullied. When they begged for mercy, have you ever felt compassion and let them go?"

Wang Chengde dared not look in front of Song Li's eyes. Do you still need to think about it? Wang Yanei's life likes to see the pitiful appearance of others when begging for mercy. Then he will not only not spare others, but will also be more severe. Thinking of this, his inner fear is even more serious... This devil! Does he also want to see his miserable situation when begging for mercy and then beat him up again?

Thinking of this, Wang Chengde was so scared that he was so scared that he was so scared that he was really scared!

"Master... the imperial envoy... the young man kowtowed to you... I can't beat you anymore... I'll lose my life if I hit you... I was wrong... I shouldn't bully people... I kowtow to Chunxiang, kowtow to those who were killed by me... Please spare me... my grandfather..." He kowtowed to Song Li like pounding garlic with his only little strength.

The onlookers were all very despised when they saw Wang Chengde being so pussy. In the past, he thought that Wang Yanei was so powerful that no one dared to mess with him. It turned out to be like a balloon, which seemed to be inflated, but in fact it could be broken with one pierced. However, no one had such courage and such strong strength to poke the balloon.

"What are you fighting? I am an educated person. How can I shout and kill at any time? Do you think I am like a person who starts fighting casually?" Song Liyi said righteously.

Wang Chengde stammered his lips and didn't dare to take this. He thought to himself that you almost peeled off all my flesh and blood, and he was still fucking educated! I, an uneducated person, is not as cruel as you!

Song Li paused and continued, "We still have some debts to resolve."

"Debt?" Wang Chengde looked into Song Li's eyes in confusion.

"Look at my car, it's full of handprints! Do you know how expensive my car is? It's just dirty, so no one feels sorry for anyone." Song Li said: "Compensation must be compensated. This is a double loss of material and spirituality."

The Justice League has a tradition of extorting playboys. After leaving the imperial capital, Song Li still maintained this fine tradition. Besides, he also had an important purpose, which was to bully Wang Chengde so that the old guy Wang Qin would be even more indignant and go to find the King of Jingnan and his son to uphold justice for him.

Wang Chengde was almost crying, thinking that the numb dog slaves were so numb that they touched other people's cars that I had nothing to do, which made me even pay for money. Since I became sensible, he has been the one who has been cheating other people's money, and he has never been cheated by others. This time, I finally tasted the taste of being cheated by others. As expected, I was full of grievance and resentment and had nowhere to say anything.

The wound on his body was thrilling all the time, so he was sweating coldly. At this time, losing some money was nothing. He just wanted to satisfy the devil-like person in front of him as soon as possible, let him go home quickly, so he could find someone to treat the injury. This kind of pain was too tormenting. If Wang Chengde had known that provoking Chen Rongrong would have such serious consequences, he would not dare to come even if he had cut it.

"This master... is all done by my eye-opening slaves... I didn't touch it..." Seeing Song Li's eyes glaring, as if he was about to get angry again, Wang Chengde shivered for a moment and said hurriedly: "I will compensate you, absolutely. You can tell me the amount... I will compensate you all..."

"My car is only one of the Holy Lion Empires, and the value cannot be measured. It depends on your sincerity. Let's do this. I roughly count the 100,000 gold coins for a handprint. There are twelve handprints on the car. You can give 1.2 million gold coins." Song Li said lightly.

Wang Chengde twitched violently, and a handprint of 100,000 gold coins! It's too ruthless, you might as well rob it! His father's salary is only 40,000 gold coins a year, which means that a handprint is enough for his father's salary of two and a half years!

Although Wang Junjung was plundering people's wealth and ointment during his reign, it was normal to embezzle and accept bribes, but 1.2 million gold coins were a huge amount after all, and Master Wang did not see so much money at the same time. Even if his father loved him, he would not be able to give him million gold coins to spend all at once.

At this time, Chen Rongrong had already instructed her servants to carry out the betrothal gift that Wang Chengde had forcibly left and threw it outside the door.

Song Li took the opportunity to say, "You carry the betrothal gift back. But you beat Miss Chen to death in the street, who is like a sister, and almost killed Miss Chen's life. So you have to pay Chunxiang's funeral expenses, her family's pensions, and Miss Chen's mental loss, a total of 500,000 gold coins. Total of it, you need to pay me one million.7 million gold coins!"

He knew about funeral expenses and pensions, but what is mental loss? This is the first time that Master Wang heard of this new term. Not only him, but also the first time that people present heard about it. Compensation for mental damage was a common legal term in Song Li's previous life, but there was never such a statement on this continent.

Even Song Li is the founder of the invention of compensation for mental damages on the Nebula Continent.

"I... didn't bring that much money..." Wang Chengde said stutteringly.

"This is easy to deal with. I will pay as much as you want. I will ask the IOU to write the rest. I will ask the governor Wang for it. He has been the highest official in Nanzhou for so many years and must have shaved a lot of money and ointments. This little money will definitely not defeat him." Song Li shook the vine in his hand with a smile, and said, "But if you want to default on your debt, don't blame me for being rude..."

Wang Chengde saw the bloody vine, which was even more scared than seeing a ghost. He waved his hand in panic and said, "It's not bad for the account, it's not bad for the account...I write the IOU...I write..."

He first took out all the gold tickets, coins, and valuable accessories he brought with him, and if he had discounted, he would have about 100,000 gold coins. Song Li held the things in his hand and said lightly: "All the discounted 100,000 gold coins in total, you still owe me one and six million gold coins. Write the IOU."

Wang Chengde said embarrassedly: "There is no paper or pen."

Song Li walked up, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and said, "There are two choices. One is that I cut off half of your fingers, and then you write with your broken fingers, and the other is that you write with your fingers, dip the blood on your wounds. Which one do you choose?"

Wang Chengde cried and said, "I'll do it myself... I'll do it myself... I won't worry about you..." He hurriedly stretched out his index finger and dipped some blood on the wound on his legs. When his fingers touched the wound, it hurt violently. The cold sweat on Wang Chengde's forehead fell dripping, but he still endured it with his perseverance that he had never had before. He knew that Song Li did what he said, and said that he would cut half of his finger, and that he would definitely cut it. He would rather endure the pain in the wound than become disabled.

The wounds on his body were all blood marks, not the kind of wounds stabbed by sharp weapons, so they did not spill out blood, but were bleeding out with very little amount. He could only write a few strokes every time he dipped it, and then dipped it again. Every time he dipped it, the wound hurts heart-wrenchingly, and Master Wang's tears flowed down.

After writing a few words, Wang Chengde looked up and asked, "This master... sir... what is your name?"

"I am the governor of the nine counties, Song Li, remember it." Song Li said proudly.

Wang Chengde remembered more than just that this name was absolutely unforgettable to him! He finally wrote down a line of words with trembling and trembling. His clothes were soaked in cold sweat. Sweat flowed through the wound, as if it was sprinkled with salt, and it hurts heartily.

"Nanzhou King Chengde owed the governor of the nine counties, 1.6 million gold coins." After writing this line, he consciously wrote his name on the lower right corner, and then pressed a bloody handprint on the name.

Song Li took it and looked at it, handed it to him again, and said dissatisfiedly: "You are the one who calls Wang Chengde in Nanzhou. Who will I ask for debts when you write this?"

"Then...what...what...what?" As soon as Song Li showed signs of getting angry, Wang Chengde was scared to death and could not speak smoothly.

"Add your father's official position and name before your name. Don't you understand? I found that you are not only poor in character, but also in low IQ." Song Li curled his lips. The reason why he asked Wang Chengde to add his father's name was to make things difficult for Wang Qin. He spoiled his son as a virtue, and his father was not a good bird.

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