Chapter 293: Get it (please vote for me)

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Seeing Kondo Masahiko's face, Sean felt angry.

The big leather shoe was grinding back and forth on Kondo Masahiko's face.

Feeling that something was missing, Sean waved, "Bring me a pair of scissors."

Kondo Masahiko kept twisting his body like a maggot and wanted to run away. Sean stepped on his back, and the person he stepped on bowed like a prawn.

He picked up the scissors and inserted them roughly.

Kondo Masahiko whined and howled, his head covered with fine beads of sweat.

Sean didn't care about whether the struggle would cause any other damage, so he cut it off with a pair of scissors.

The tape was cut open, and a cut was made on the back of his head.

He roughly grabbed one end of the tape and tore it off hard.

A scream of 'Ouch...'.

Sean threw away the tape that was stained with a lot of hair and blood.

Looking at Kondo Masahiko howling miserably, Sean raised his foot and penetrated him hard.

woo woo woo woo.

Half of the toe of the big leather shoe was inserted into Kondo Masahiko's mouth, and the corners of his mouth were already stretched open.

After being tortured for a long time, Sean turned around and walked to the side to sit down in a comfortable mood.

"Mr. Sean, Mr. Sean." Kondo Masahiko struggled to kneel on the ground and kowtowed to Sean.

"I was wrong. It's all my fault. I never dare to do it again. If you like Nakamori Akina, she is yours."

"Let me go, let me go, I will never bother her again."

Looking at Kondo Masahiko's boneless appearance, Sean frowned more and more deeply, "If you look like this, why do you still need to torture him?"

"You should act very strong now. This is in line with the plot of the story."

"To torture him, without enough pain, how can it be remembered deeply?" The corners of Sean's mouth hung slightly, and under the dim light, he looked so eerie.

"No, no, no, don't, I remember it, I will definitely remember it!" Kondo Masahiko shouted loudly, but found that others ignored him at all.

Someone brought a chair over and directly tied Kondo Masahiko up.

"No, no!" I don't know what I will experience in a while, but the more unknown I am, the more scared I am.

I saw a person walking over with a box. The box was placed on the ground and opened, and an iron-gray metal object appeared in front of me.

Take a piece of wire out of the box and clamp one end to the electrode with a clip.

The other end of the wire is a metal ferrule, which is directly put on Kondo Masahiko's ankle.

A set of portable electrocution tools specially made under Sean's instruction.

It simplifies the operation process and can be used at any time, and the current control is more precise and can be adjusted in eight gears.

Ensure that the needs of each victim are met.

At this time, Kondo Masahiko probably knew what the instrument of torture was, and he suddenly became even more frightened.

Electrocution was used a lot during World War II.

After World War II, Benzi was still studying electrocution in depth, and actually developed some results and produced products.

Caught in some mysterious places and then powered on, it's extra...exciting!

Extremely popular and enjoyed by certain groups of people.

Well, Kondo Masahiko also played it.

Of course, when it comes to women, it's very exciting and makes them incontinent.

However, it is not so good when used on myself now.

A group of American soldiers didn't care what Masahiko Kondo yelled and just turned on the electricity.

Kondo Masahiko only had time to let out a scream before he began to tremble non-stop. He lost control of his body and fell to the ground along with the chair and kept twitching.

One gear, one gear increases.

Kondo Masahiko became incontinent after a while, convulsed, turned blue, rolled his eyes, and foam kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Sean, who was disgusted, left immediately.

Before leaving, he said: "Let's make arrangements for the rest."

"Understood." The subordinate nodded.

Two hours later, a pale-faced Masahiko Kondo walked out.

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"Nakamori Akina, it's me." Kondo Masahiko said into the phone.

"Kondo-san, I, I, I'm sorry." Akina Nakamori apologized quickly.

Although things were not what she wanted, they did put Kondo Masahiko in a lot of trouble, and Nakamori Akina felt very guilty.

Especially now that his family is asking him to immediately draw a clear line between himself and Kondo Masahiko.

"No, no need to apologize, I'm sorry." Kondo Masahiko shuddered and apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry." Akina Nakamori said.

"I'm sorry."

"it's me……"

As soon as I started apologizing, the person in this book couldn't hold it back.

"Okay, let's not apologize. I called you to ask you out. I'm at the coffee shop next to the office."

"Ah, okay, I'll be right over."

Akina Nakamori hung up the phone and spoke to the agent at the firm.

If it were before, the agent would definitely ask more questions and consider whether to allow Nakamori Akina to go out.

In this book, agents have very strict control over celebrities.

But now, Nakamori Akina has Sean's label on her, and her status is obviously different.

…

There was not a single customer in the cafe, and there was a closing sign on the door.

Kondo Masahiko sat upright in his chair with his hands flat on the table, looking very nervous.

His eyes were looking towards the back kitchen of the coffee shop from time to time.

Sean and Kitagawa were in the back kitchen. This coffee shop had been booked by Norris in advance, and all the steps had been planned in advance.

Not long after, Akina Nakamori appeared at the door of the coffee shop, but she was in a daze after looking at the closing sign.

This is the coffee shop, right? How could it be...

Kondo Masahiko was only paying attention to the situation outside. When he saw Nakamori Akina standing outside the door, he immediately stood up and said, "Ms. Nakamori!"

Nakamori Akina was stunned. She saw Kondo Masahiko waving, but the title was too polite and unfamiliar.

This made her feel a little uncomfortable and had a bad feeling.

Pushing open the door of the cafe, Akina Nakamori walked in and bowed slightly, "Kondo-san, I..."

"Ms. Nakamori, please sit down and talk." Kondo Masahiko pointed to the seat next to him.

Akina Nakamori bit her lower lip, pulled out a chair and sat down, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Yes!" Kondo Masahiko opened his mouth, looking at Nakamori Akina's charming face, his expression couldn't help but be in a trance.

It's so beautiful. I never felt it before, but now I suddenly feel very reluctant to part with it.

Just when the thought came up, I felt a stinging pain, and my expression instantly became serious.

Glancing secretly at the kitchen, Kondo Masahiko took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Nakamori, thank you very much for our relationship for more than a year."

Nakamori Akina's expression suddenly changed, and Kondo Masahiko continued: "But, let's break up."

"Why!" Nakamori Akina suddenly stood up from her chair and looked at Kondo Masahiko anxiously, "Why do you want to break up? Is he forcing you?"

Kondo Masahiko: Yes, it hurts!

"No, no, no, you are thinking too much. This is what I am willing to do. I..."

"Impossible, Kondo-san, don't say that, never, don't abandon me." Nakamori Akina burst into tears.

Sean, the chef, frowned slightly, and Kitagawa next to him lowered his head and said nothing.
To be continued...