The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Instead of calling it a basement, it was more like a dungeon. There were not only cells here, but also cells. And all the instruments of torture are ready, creepy and scary.    

A person walked out from the dark underground corridor. When he saw Shen Guanlin, he respectfully called Young Master.    

"Young Master, even if he didn't say anything, we wouldn't dare touch him even if you didn't come over. "    

"Let me do it. " Shen Guanlin went straight to the deepest part of the corridor, where there was a cell made of glass.    

The walls were made of bulletproof glass, which was actually an electronic screen.    

Only when it was turned on was it transparent. The rest of the time, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen inside the cell.    

The prisoners had been in this kind of oppressive and dark environment for a long time, so it was very difficult for them not to collapse. This was also one of their interrogation methods.    

At this moment, the walls of the cell were still pitch black. The electronic screen was not turned on, and the people outside could not see the situation of the prisoner inside clearly.    

Shen Guanlin suddenly lit up the screen. The strong light in the cell was dazzling. A man was hiding in a corner, using his hands to cover his eyes.    

"It's best to stop the damage in time. You haven't lost anything yet. Just give me an explanation as soon as possible. "    

Shen Guanlin's voice sounded from the cell.    

The man took a long time to get used to the light and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Shen Guanlin outside, he burst into laughter.    

"So it's you. How long do you want to be Gu Tingshen's lackey?"    

The man mocked. Then, he suddenly fell to the ground and twitched, as if he had been electrocuted.    

Shen Guanlin, who was outside the window, moved his finger away from the button with the lightning symbol on it. He said lightly, "Tell me something useful. "    

"Heh, even if you kill me, I won't say anything. "    

The man was very strong-willed. Shen Guanlin could also see that he was not afraid of death.    

The glass screen rose up, and Shen Guanlin and his subordinates walked into the cell and put it down again.    

His subordinates held the man's neck and tied him to a chair. Shen Guanlin also dragged a chair and sat opposite the man.    

"As far as I know, you are not alone. From what I just said, I can tell that you are doing all of this with hatred and resentment towards Gu Tingshen. Are all these people who want to harm Gu Tingshen for the same reason? Revenge? "    

He took out a Swiss Army knife from his waist and played with it in his hand. It was very smooth.    

Shen Guanlin was very satisfied with the emotion in the man's eyes. It was best to be afraid, but he was afraid of nothing.    

His smile was extremely evil, even sharper than the edge of the blade.    

"I admire your courage. Let's begin. "    

"Chi. " The sound of the tip of the blade sinking into flesh was heard.    

The man did not speak much. Shen Guanlin's knife stabbed into the man's collarbone. The angle was tricky. There was no massive bleeding as expected, but the pain came as expected.    

"Swish, swish, swish. . . "    

The tip of the knife penetrated into the middle of the man's ribs again and again, just in time.    

"Ah!"    

The man's screams were endless, and his voice echoed throughout the entire dungeon.    

"Pa. "    

Something fell, and Shen Guanlin suddenly turned his head. He saw Ding Ruirui standing outside the cell with a wooden face.    

She was completely dumbfounded. Her eyes stared fixedly at the knife in Shen Guanlin's hand. And that man's bloody chest.    

Why was she here?    

"Ruirui. . . "    

Shen Guanlin immediately stood up. The glass screen automatically recognized him.    

Ding Ruirui looked at him and stepped back. Her fear of Shen Guanlin rose to the extreme.    

The way she looked at him now was like looking at a devil. Only then did she understand what Father Shen meant. They were not from the same world!    

It was not just the difference between a small family and a wealthy family, but the difference between the human world and hell.    

She was afraid.