In September, at the end of summer, the weather is not as hot as before, and the night is darker than a while ago.

Typhoon Haixia No. 3, which has been on the verge of the East China Sea since last weekend, has been hovering near cities on the edge of the East China Sea region, and after today's wind direction shift, it finally began to blow violently before 6 o'clock.

There was a loud bang, and the glass window, which was not fixed, closed in response, because it was not tied to the edge of the window, and there was a bang.

Outside, there was the sound of ghosts crying wolf.

Song Muchen took a sip, but the cloth stuffed in his mouth did not move at all, and he was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.

His hands and feet were bound with thick ropes, so that there was no gap at all, and he could only arch his back, and rub his somewhat swollen face against a raised stone on the ground.

Being able to see a blurred light gave him great encouragement.

Turning his stiff neck quickly, he looked around, and when he saw that there was no one else in the strange room with wooden furniture, he fell to the ground and gasped for breath.

After three seconds of standing up, he struggled and fell back to his knees, rubbing his face against the ground against the strip of cloth covering his other half of his eye.

He scolded in his heart, if he could escape, he would definitely make these people regret it and hate to go back to his mother's belly!

But the moment the lightning struck, suddenly the door was crunched open.

In the dark night, a fierce wind blew in.

Song Muchen saw the two stout figures in the night at a glance, and his heart sank to the bottom.

In the past few days, he has not found any chance to escape in the hands of these two people, and he has been poured medicine all the way, making his limbs weak.

"Yo, Childe is awake!"

"What are you staring at us like that?

One of them came over and slapped Song Muchen with his head, causing him to fall directly to the ground, and his head hit the wooden table next to him.

"Lao Tzu hates you rich people the most! ”

"Ask you again, where is the information! Believe it or not?"

A few fists fell on Song Muchen's body, the window panel crackled, his throat was hot, and he felt that the ribs in his chest should be broken.

These two bastards, grandpa he remembered!

It's like a violent maniac, and in the past few days, if you don't agree with him, you have to punch him a few times.

One of the shorter ones finally stopped his accomplice when Song Muchen coughed in pain, "Okay, don't kill you." Take the cloth out of his mouth, it's time to ask. ”

Song Muchen's swollen and painful eyes narrowed.

Although he is usually idle, his ancestors are famous red generation anyway.

I haven't seen a pig run, and I've eaten pork.

Since he was a child, he has been more courageous than ordinary people in this dangerous situation, and of course he is much more durable.

"Stinky boy, say, where did you put the backup disk!"

Song Muchen sneered, the corners of his grinning mouth were broken, and he stiffened again because of the pain in the middle of laughing, "I don't remember." ”

"Damn, don't you hate to live long!"

"We're about to go to the border, and no one knows about killing you and throwing your body in the primeval forest here!"

Song Muchen was pulled out of the rag in his mouth, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue, recovering his drowsy brain a little, "If you want me to say? Where is my brother? You let him go now! I'll tell you! He doesn't know anything, I didn't tell him!"

He glared at the two people in front of him, and secretly turned his hand as he spoke, but soon found that his arm had been completely frozen because he had been restrained for too long, and he couldn't use any strength, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

I didn't expect that he usually had countless nets, but this time he would plant such a big heel.

These two people let him see their looks, and he knew that he was probably not going to let him go, otherwise he should have a mask, right?

And as long as he thought of the information he found over the wall five days ago, he felt shocked. As long as those things are handed over to the police station, it is estimated that the guy behind it can die a hundred times.

But now that he is caught by the other party in turn, then of course the other party will definitely kill him.

Hand over the backup disk address, and you're dead. If you don't pay it, it is estimated that you can survive for a few days.

But he can't let the old man in the family die, he hangs up anyway, but ...... Song Muchen smiled bitterly.

He was originally going to go to the Malay Archipelago to check people's backgrounds, but he was caught by Xue Jingtian and went to the crew.

Now, they've got them all covered.

The only seedling of the Xue family, is it going to break this time?

What made Song Muchen even more angry and anxious was that when he woke up two days ago, they were separated and detained. He didn't even hear his own exquisite third brother shout, or a word.

As long as he thought that he might have been killed, Song Muchen felt like he was about to crack his teeth.

"What nonsense, you're still talking to us about terms!"

"Didn't you get beaten enough, did you? Break your bones one by one, I see that your mouth is still hard!"

The fierce man, who was tall and had a beard on his face, kicked Song Muchen again, making him arch his back in pain.

"Lao Tzu will give you another chance, do you say it or not?"

The two of them all surrounded Song Muchen and punched and kicked him.

Finally, he was dragged by the hair, forcing him to raise his face.

Song Muchen felt remorseful to death, he knew that there was today, and he shouldn't have learned how to grab a hand from his uncles who came out of the army because he was playful.

He glared and found that people were about to die, and the most important people in his life would flash in his mind one by one.

For example, Old Man Xue, who always knocks him with a cane, such as his mother who is not motivated, and Third Brother Xue, who does not enter oil and salt, and has an elegant face when he falls into the mud......

The third brother who fell into the mud...... Well?

Song Muchen glared, trying hard to see whether the person in front of him was an image in his mind or a ghost......

The man who grabbed his head was about to punch him, and Song Muchen saw that the third brother of the actor Xue Sange, who was still safe and noble, grabbed two bricks and slashed at the two bastards in front of him who were unaware.

Swift and heroic......

"Ahh

"Whew!"

"Oh!"

After three screams, the two strong men who were fierce just now fell to the ground.

Song Muchen's tears were about to flow out, "My own brother, cough cough, if you want to make a move, hurry up! You just watch me being beaten!"

That being said, but a heart is as hot as hell.

He himself was tied all over and couldn't even lift his hands, and he didn't know how Xue Jingtian did it.

"Strike when the enemy is the most lighthearted, so that you can survive a hundred battles. ”

“…… So I'm going to get beaten...... Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

Xue Jingtian didn't answer, but just untied the rope and carried Song Muchen on his back.