Chapter 964: I can squeeze countless trash like you every day

Just after drinking half a glass of wine, the lights in the villa flickered, and the whole room was completely dark in the next instant.
Song Zhi leaned against the bar and frowned. Is this a power outage?
He swallowed the wine in his mouth, then put the glass in his hand calmly, took out the phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, turned on the flashlight function, and raised the phone and walked towards the place where the electrical box was installed.
Be prepared to check if the power supply has tripped.
It's just that he just approached the power safe, under the light of the mobile phone, there was a man in black standing upright on the wall with a metal mask on his face.
The mobile phone lamp refracted cold light on the metal mask, with a black suit, like a killer.
Song Zhi was taken aback, his phone almost fell to the ground. The drunkenness of his phone was already a little drunk, and he was half sober. He also rubbed his eyes, making sure it was not dazzling, "You, you, who are you?"
Song Zhiyu said incoherently, he stepped back a few steps again and again, and the other free hand was still waving at his side, as if looking for a weapon to defend himself nearby.
The man in black wearing a metal mask let out a sneer and approached Song Zhi step by step. He still held a baseball bat in his hand and slowly raised it in the air, "Are you looking for this?"
Song Zhi's body trembled, and he ran almost reflexively, but the whole hall was completely dark, and the light in the phone was completely useless in the panic.
After a while, he tripped and fell to the ground, the phone was not grasped firmly, and fell on the ground. He didn't dare to pick it up, only a pair of eyes stared at the people who were constantly approaching him.
"Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch my hair, our Song family will never let you go." Song Zhi moved the Song family out.
He thought that the other party would be worried when he heard the Song family, but he never expected that the other party would laugh out loud after hearing the words Song family.
"Song family, which green onion?" The man in the metal mask had dark eyes and looked at Song Zhi condescendingly. The baseball bat in his hand was swung down from mid-air heavily.
Song Zhi's pupils shrank, and he could almost clearly feel the oncoming force. Just when he thought he was about to hit the tip of his nose, the air suddenly stopped in the next second.
Song Zhi looked at the baseball bat close at hand, instantly dripping with cold sweat, and his body was weak and weak when he fell to the ground.
The man in the metal mask put away the baseball bat, carried it on his shoulders, and took a step forward without hurriedly. His feet in leather shoes stepped straight on Song Zhi's ankles, causing him to scream.
"Trash like you, I can squeeze countless dead every day, understand?"
When the words fell, Song Zhi felt a sharp pain in the ankle of his other foot, and screamed again.
All doors and windows in the villa are closed, and the sound insulation effect is very good, so even if there is a big movement, no one outside will hear it.
Very suitable for beating people.
Ten minutes later, the man wearing a metal mask walked out from the villa in an open manner. He just got out of the gate. It seemed that he had already calculated the time. A car came from a driveway not far away.
He pulled the car door, bent over and sat in.
The car window slowly lowered, and the man took off the metal mask from his face, revealing Cheng Ming's solid face.
He glanced at the villa, retracted his gaze, and let the men in front drive.