"Come, carry his arm properly!"
When the questioning ended, PU Jiayou gave an order with a frosty expression. Wu diqiu and the others immediately held down Urey and placed his arm that was holding the dagger on the hood of the car.
"No... No, no, no..." Urey was so anxious that he even shouted in Chinese, and shouted in despair,"I ... I'm telling the truth, really!" I don't dare to, I don't dare to lie ..."
Whoosh ...
As PU Jiayou grabbed the dagger and pulled it out with force, the dagger was pulled out with a swish.
The book in his hand fell onto the car hood.
"Ah!"
Urey screamed in pain and sweat ...
Wu diqiu understood PU Jiayou's meaning. He immediately placed the bloodied book under Yuri's wrist and flipped Yuri's palm over, revealing his wrist.
"NO, NO, NO, no..." Urey was scared to death, struggling hard, but he couldn't get rid of the shackles of the Secret Service team.
