Chapter 638: Yi Zhonghai loses his little finger

"I didn't, you misunderstood me."

Yi Zhonghai was shocked; that was exactly his plan. As long as they let him go, he would immediately go to the police. He didn't understand how they had guessed it.

At one end of the alley.

He Daqing smiled coldly, listening to Yi Zhonghai's screams, and turned to leave the alley.

He was the one who had found the people.

He wanted to teach Yi Zhonghai a lesson.

He had instructed the four people that as long as they didn't beat him to death, it was fine.

Just as the beating started.

Yi Zhonghai's screams were very tragic.

As they kept beating.

Yi Zhonghai's voice went hoarse.

And as they kept beating.

Yi Zhonghai's screams grew smaller and smaller.

"Stop, don't beat him anymore, something will happen if you keep beating him."

"Drag his left hand out, straighten his left little finger, and leave him a souvenir!"

Yi Zhonghai was beaten into a daze; as soon as his hand was pulled out, it was stretched straight, and immediately after, a piercing pain hit him, and Yi Zhonghai fainted.

When Yi Zhonghai woke up, a dog was peeing on his face.

"Pah, get lost!"

Yi Zhonghai was furious.

The dog was scared away.

As it ran, it didn't forget to lower its head and pick up something on the ground.

"So painful!"

Yi Zhonghai brought his left hand in front of him.

His little finger was gone.

Immediately after, he reacted: the thing the dog had in its mouth when it ran away just now—wasn't that his left little finger that had been cut off?

"Who harmed me?"

Yi Zhonghai's anger soared to the sky.

As a fitter, he often needed fine, precise, and delicate operations.

Having ten healthy fingers was a must.

Missing a finger would definitely affect the precision of his operations.

He had attended the model worker commendation meeting and seen eighth-grade fitters from all over the country—sixty or seventy people, and not one of them was missing a finger.

Even if it was just the left little finger, the impact was huge.

He estimated that for the rest of his life, seventh-grade fitter was the limit!

"Report to the police. Whoever harmed me and made me lose a finger, I want him dead!"

Yi Zhonghai climbed up and limped toward the police station.

Just as he reached the vicinity of the police station, Yi Zhonghai stopped again. What would he say if he reported it?

The four people who blocked him just now were all wearing black masks; he could only confirm they were men, and could only confirm their builds, but couldn't confirm their specific identities.

Even if he reported it, they might not be able to find them.

If they investigated deeply, they would definitely investigate people who had conflicts with him. If they investigated those people, would they also uncover the shady things he had done?

He had done many shady things.

·· Seeking flowers·

If they happened to find out.

He would be the one going in first.

Yi Zhonghai turned around and didn't report it.

He went to the community clinic first to treat the wound to avoid infection.

"Master Yi, what happened to your finger?"

The doctor was very surprised.

"Sigh, don't mention it. I was lifting a stone with someone else, and my hand slipped. A stone weighing over a hundred jin smashed right onto my little finger."

Yi Zhonghai found an excuse.

"The break is uneven; it was indeed smashed. Master Yi, you are too careless." ===== CHAPTER 640 =====