"Grass!" Bai Nanjie was startled when he heard the voice, and then looked at the leader with a machete, and instantly threw himself up from the bed, wearing big pants, and got up to the bathroom.

Because this is the seventh floor, he is lucky to jump down, he will not die, and he is also a high paraplegic, so his first thought is to hide in the bathroom, make a phone call, and wait for rescue.

"Grass mud horse, are you still running?" Bangbang roared, took a few steps forward, kicked him to the ground, and then picked it up and saw that it was a few slashes to his back.

Three seconds later, more than a dozen young men who rushed in followed them picked up their machetes and slashed at the bloody people on the ground.

"Fuck the grass, clean up for me for five minutes first......"

"You're paralyzed, why don't you know how to do it?"

Hongguang stepped forward, slapped the mobile phone that the girl was holding, consumed his hair with one hand, and dragged it to a corner, causing the girl to cry out in pain.

Five minutes later, the floor of the private room was stained red with blood, and blood-colored shoe prints covered the floor, looking like a Shura purgatory.

A bloody man, lying in a pool of blood, kept clutching the stall on the ground with his fingers, sometimes forcefully, sometimes slowly.

After five minutes of torture, Bai Nanjie felt that his whole body was in pain, and this pain went directly into the bone marrow, as if someone was holding a needle and pricking it with one needle, and while piercing, he kept shouting: 'One needle, two needles...... Oh, I'm grass, there's a lot of blood, come again, three needles and four needles......"

This is not only physical torture, but also mentally, it is also inhumanly ravaged.

"Are you still stabbing me?" Bangbang took the machete, touched it, the blood foam on his cheeks, and looked at Bai Nanjie on the ground with disdain.

"You...... You, do you dare to let me make a call? ”

People who are already lying underground are not qualified to talk about demands, and the only thing they can do is to find a way to get themselves to leave immediately.

"Okay, you fight." Bangbang smiled, followed by more than a dozen people, Nima's, and a few cars of people below, no matter who called you, can I still be afraid of you?

"Squeak Squeak......"

The walkie-talkie sounded instantly: "Don't pull the calf for me, bring it down immediately." ”

I sat in the Bentley and shouted at the walkie-talkie with some irritation, and Li Qi and Ma Jun were sitting next to me.

In less than five minutes, Bai Nanjie, who was wrapped in a quilt, was carried into a van by several people, and the whole process took only ten minutes.

and he was forced to leave, as well as the girl in Heavenly Heaven, but the girl was handled by Ma Jun alone.

This treatment is not to kill or do it, he is not so inhumane, but after a series of threats and intimidation policies, he is persuaded to the right path, this correct path, is not to talk nonsense, resolutely not to look at what should not be seen, and disappeared from the sight of the people of Bali Dao.

More than half an hour later, in a factory in the south of Balidao City, which had been abandoned for several years, the grass was overgrown and the wind was gusting.

Bai Nanjie, who was simply treated, was tied together with dirty strips of cloth all over his body, and although he was covered with hemostatic ointment and anti-inflammatory water, the gauze was still soaked with blood.

He curled up on the ground, I sat on the chair, and Brother Qing gave me three outlaws, holding guns openly, squatting on the rotten bed beside him, looking at this side with a gloomy face.

"Don't you call, just call." I sat in my chair, looked at Bai Nanjie, and said without a trace of sympathy.

"......" When he heard my words, he seemed to see hope, he had just been a dead man, and he squirmed vigorously with his blood-stained body, like a snake with a short tail, constantly struggling, striving for the last hope of living.

"Smack!"

A phone call, with a bang, was thrown to his head, and he looked up with great difficulty, glanced at me, and felt a chill in his heart, grabbed the phone, and pressed the button in a panic.

It was a simple number, but he wasted it for a few minutes before Bai Ye's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Aren't you out on vacation? What's the matter, there's no money to spend? Before he could speak, Bai Ye's dissatisfied voice came.

"Dry ...... , godfather...... I'm in Seongnam, XX factory ......"

His speech was staccato and blood was streaming from the corners of his mouth, as if he was on the verge of death, but he did not give up and kept repeating the address of the factory.

The "......" phone was silent and did not ring, and after a few seconds, the phone was hung up.

"Godfather......" A hoarse voice full of despair resounded throughout the wilderness factory.

Heaven Entertainment, Bai Ye took his mobile phone, pondered for more than a minute, then got up and walked downstairs.

Ten minutes later, he came to Jiang Yiheng's residence alone, and saw Jiang Yiheng who was reading.

If Jiang Yiheng is the only one who can compete with Lao Su among all the bigwigs, saying that he is capable, not that he is rich and powerful, but that he has an attitude towards life.

Look at Ang, Karen's old cannon, a few days ago, relax, with me and Ma Jun in the field, he doesn't have to worry about it at all.

But after we left, even Lao Jin had to run around for construction sites and relationships, not to mention himself.

Only Jiang Yiheng, no matter what happens, is light and light, full of indifference, the night market and casino in heaven, the income of a day is simply an astronomical amount, but do people stay in the field?

I don't care about it at all.

Therefore, he is the only one who can compete with Lao Su, a scattered immortal, in Bali Dao, and even Chen Guopeng, a person in the Chen family who is good at self-cultivation, cannot be compared.

Why?

Because although Chen Guopeng is proficient in the way of self-cultivation, he has a lot of daily work, even the parents of relatives have to take care of them, and the relatives and employees below have to take care of their emotions, so he is not relaxed, his so-called relaxation is just a comfort in his own heart.

"Big brother, Xiaojie is trapped." Seeing Jiang Yiheng, Lao Jin was holding his mobile phone and was silent for a long time, and it seemed difficult to speak.

"Bell ......" Jiang Yiheng, holding the book, reading it very seriously, his fingers lightly on the desk, constantly tapping, very slow, but very rhythmic.

"Big brother, Xiaojie was surrounded by Zhang Hailong's group." Seeing that he didn't pay attention to himself, Bai Ye gritted his teeth again and said.

After more than ten seconds, Jiang Yiheng put down the book, rubbed his temples that were a little numb, looked at his most powerful assistant, and his eyes were cold: "Lao Bai, your godson, you say, is he capable?" ”

"......" Bai Ye stood in place, biting his lip and not speaking.

"It's been more than ten years, if it weren't for your face, he would still be able to stay in my team?" Jiang Yiheng said with an expressionless face, then leaned back in the chair and changed to a relatively comfortable position.

"If something happens, it has to be solved, I don't want to hear about his bad things, what do you want to do, I won't stop it, you can do it."

"Alright, let's go." After speaking, Jiang Yiheng closed his eyes.

Bai Ye felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and looked at it again, his eldest brother was not tall, but he was very tall in his heart, gritted his teeth and turned around and walked out.

Out of Brother Jiang's residence, Bai Ye drove his own car, no one notified, just sent a text message, and then drove on a fork in the road, waited for about ten minutes, an off-road vehicle drove over, he got out of the car, went to the off-road vehicle to take a look, there was no communication throughout the whole process, directly got in the car, and drove towards the south of the city.

Yes, our lovely and respectable Bai Ye, who has not used a gun for decades, thought about it, and decided to rescue the person who, although useless, but willing to call himself a godfather for more than ten years.

Twenty minutes later, he was standing on the periphery of the factory with five people.

"Master Bai, here, there is a ...... of fraud" A prime man behind him, holding five consecutive hairs in his hand, glanced at the darkness around the factory, and shook his head a little calmly.

"There's a trick, and you have to get in." Bai Ye gritted his teeth and continued: "Don't guess, under Zhang Hailong's hands, those who can hold a gun are Xiaokai and that Huazi, you people, you lick blood at the knife all year round, it's okay." ”

With that, he took the lead and walked towards the closed gate.

"Squeak!"

The unlocked door was pushed open by Bai Ye, and the dazzling light suddenly made his pupils tingle, and between his fingers, a bloody man was lying on the ground, as if he felt the sound behind him, and turned his head with difficulty.

Through the vague bloodstains, Bai Ye saw clearly that it was his godson, Bai Nanjie.

", godfather..."

In an instant, as if suddenly, Bai Nanjie saw the possibility of life, the hope of life, and crawled towards the door, his fingers clasped on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

"Stomp, stomp!"

There were six people in all, five with guns and straight waists.

"Tell me, what do you have to do before you can release him." They stood five meters away from me, and several gunmen behind them glanced at the three people on the rotten bed, and suddenly turned their guns around, and at least two guns were aimed at me.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

I clapped my palms, stood up with a light smile, and said to Bai Ye: "You are a bit courageous. ”

"Hehe, I'm not married, and I don't have any children, he called me godfather for more than ten years, and I am also my child." Bai Ye fixed his pale hair and took another step forward with an expressionless face.

"Brush!"

Behind me, two people suddenly appeared, holding a slight charge in their hands, and the body of the gun glowed with cold light.