Chapter 102: 60 Seconds to Spit It Out
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Special District 9 Chapter 102: 60 Seconds to Spit It Out

The car cruised swiftly across the road.

Ma Lao-er grabbed Wen Tao’s hair as he hollered, “Where’s Little Qu?”

“Bro, don’t grab my hair. We can talk things out,” Wen Tao said as he tried to straighten his body.

“I’m asking you where’s Little Qu?!” Ma Lao-er roared once again.

“Who is Little Qu? I don’t know him?” Wen Tao was squeezed to the point where his body had distorted a little out of shape, and he was gasping slightly for air as he spoke.

“You don’t know him, huh?” Ma Lao-er uttered coldly. He grabbed a knife and stabbed it deep into Wen Tao’s left thigh.

Tss!

Fresh blood spurted forth, splattering all over Liu Zishu’s upper body.

“Fuck! Why don’t you kill me if you dare?!” Wen Tao roared in response.

Ma Lao-er suddenly moved his knife leftward, and with a slight slitting sound, Wen Tao’s pants were sliced open.

“What are you doing?” Wen Tao was flustered by the abrupt action.

“Does the knife feel cold?” Ma Lao-er asked menacingly. “I just need to move it a little, and it’ll be the end of your manhood.”

“…!” Sweat poured down Wen Tao’s forehead as he gulped fearfully.

“You know why I am here for you,” Ma Lao-er said with a ferocious look in his eyes. “Do you think I would come all the way here from Songjiang for the sake of a small grudge? Do you think that I won’t be able to find him just because you don’t speak? Ah?!”

“Bro, y-your knife… Move it away first. We can talk it out.”

“I’ll ask you one last time. Where’s Little Qu?” Ma Lao-er bellowed. “This is your final chance.”

“I… He… Bro, p-please! Move your knife away first!”

“You want to play games with me. Sure, I’ll play with you!” Ma Lao-er lifted the knife up and plunged it down toward Wen Tao’s crotch.

“Don’t! Don’t! I’ll speak… I’ll speak…” Wen Tao cried out fearfully. “He’s in my house right now. Please, don’t do it…”

“Who else is in your house?”

“I-it’s just him now…” Wen Tao wouldn’t be so frightened if Ma Lao-er gave him a few stabs or cripple him, but he couldn’t stand the thought of becoming someone who was neither a man nor a woman. He immedia

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