It's dark, it's pitch black in front of you.

Su danced lightly, and found that his hands and feet were tied, and a piece of tape was attached to his mouth.

She wasn't the kind of woman who panicked and screamed when she encountered something, squinting her eyes slightly to get used to the light for a while before opening them again and surveying her surroundings.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in her sight. The man slowly approached, and then tore the tape off her mouth.

"Why you?" Su Qingwu took a breath, looked at Chang Xiaopeng and asked coldly.

"Why can't it be me?" Under the darkness, Chang Xiaopeng's face looked even more ugly. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"Chang Xiaopeng, do you know the consequences of doing this?" Su Qingwu said. "Unless you kill me, otherwise, as long as I am alive, you should know the consequences of your Chang family."

"Don't threaten me." Chang Xiaopeng shook his head and said in a flat tone. "I don't want to do this either, if you want to blame you for marrying Yan Murong, or rather, if you want to blame him, you shouldn't go back to Yanjing - don't expect him to come to you, he can't find it."

"Your self-confidence seems to be a little overdone." Su Qingwu sneered, but her eyes looked at Chang Xiaopeng's back.

This is a warehouse, to be exact, a warehouse where forage is piled up on an abandoned farm, surrounded by haystacks, and the only way out is the gate behind Chang Xiaopeng.

"Don't mess around." Chang Xiaopeng didn't look back, and sneered. "Even if he can find it, it's not now."

"Hey."

At this moment, a sigh came from behind Chang Xiaopeng. "Your self-confidence is really a bit overdone, just like your looks, they are all so strange."

Chang Xiaopeng's heart shook violently, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Impossible, this impossible, how can it be so fast?

The voice was all too familiar to him.

For the first time, the owner of this voice called him ugly, and slapped him in the face so much that he couldn't even recognize his own mother.

The second time, he ran to the hospital and forcibly allowed himself to take his medicine.

The third time, he beat himself half to death, and even his wife was slapped down by him.

Turning his head violently, Chang Xiaopeng's eyes trembled violently.

The door of the warehouse was pushed open at some point, and the snow-white moonlight shone in, and at the door, a straight figure leaned against the door frame, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Surprised, isn't it?" Yan Murong looked at Chang Xiaopeng with a smile on his face and asked, but the killing intent revealed in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Dragons have reverse scales, and when they touch them, they are angry.

It is said that the dragon's reverse scale is a small piece of scale on the back of the neck, and Yan Murong's reverse scale is too many. His relatives, his friends, are all his scales.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to do it." Yan Murong asked as he walked towards the warehouse. "Zheng Wuming asked you to do it?"

"Don't come here." Chang Xiaopeng suddenly sobered up from his surprise, he knew that he was not Yan Murong's opponent, so he quickly retreated behind Su Qingwu, and there was an extra dagger in his hand, and the sharp blade was against Su Qingwu's neck.

"Don't get so excited." Yan Murong stood still, but his eyes were even colder. "Let her go, I won't embarrass you, this has nothing to do with you, I believe you are being used."

"You think I'm going to take your word for it?" Chang Xiaopeng hid himself behind Su Qingwu and said. "Who doesn't know that you Yan Murong never plays cards according to routines, if I believe you, I'm a fucking fool."

"My character is so untrustworthy?" Yan Murong sighed helplessly. "Well, I just want to ask you a few questions, you tell me, and then let her go, and I'll let you go."

As he spoke, Yan Murong pulled off his blazer, spread his hands, and said. "You see, I don't have any weapons."

"I said, I don't believe you." Chang Xiaopeng was never let go and sneered. "I didn't expect you to come here so quickly, but it's okay, my people will be here soon, since you're here, don't go."

"You're just so unpersuadable." Yan Murong pursed his lips with disdain and said. "Even if people are ugly, can you use some brains? How do you think I found here? Silly boy, you don't know that you've been used up and sold? It's pathetic. ”

"Fart." Chang Xiaopeng scolded, but he began to beat the drum in his heart.

Yan Murong was right, he didn't even get to Paris for ten hours, and he was only responsible for tying Su Qingwu back to Huaxia. Some of the actions had already been arranged, and he didn't know about it, let alone Yan Murong.

"Okay, just like I'm a fart." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders. "You can't trust me, why don't you just give a call and see if your people will answer."

Even if Yan Murong didn't say it, Chang Xiaopeng also had this idea, put a dagger against Su Qingwu's neck with one hand, looked at Yan Murong with a vigilant look, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with the other hand and put it to his ear.

After a few seconds, Chang Xiaopeng's two colors became a little ugly, and when he dialed again, the mechanical woman's voice still came from the phone, reminding him that the number he dialed was empty.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible." Chang Xiaopeng's face became more and more ugly, and he dialed another number to go out if he didn't believe in evil.

Again.

Twice.

Several times - a voice from the microphone told him that the phone he was calling was turned off.

"How so? No way, he can't take advantage of me, we're friends. Chang Xiaopeng's cheeks began to twist, and his mouth repeated repeatedly.

"Li Ning said that everything is possible." Yan Murong laughed. "Looks like they've really given up on you."

"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense. It's impossible, we're friends. Chang Xiaopeng shouted hysterically.

"Friends?" Yan Murong smiled sarcastically. "Don't be stupid, these days, for women to be able to stab their brothers twice, do you think the word friend is safer than brothers?"

"Chang Xiaopeng." Seeing Chang Xiaopeng's distorted face and somewhat dull eyes, Yan Murong suddenly snorted coldly. "Tell me, did Zheng Wuming ask you to do it? I just want to know the answer, tell me, I'll let you go. ”

"Are you really letting me go?" Chang Xiaopeng raised his head suddenly. As much as he didn't want to believe it, the mechanical sound on the phone convinced him of the fact that he had been sold.

That's right, his father is Chang Pozhi, and his uncle-in-law is Ning Zhandong. Yes, he will let himself go as long as he tells him himself.

"To be honest, I really don't dare to kill you." Yan Murong said. "So, you can rest assured."

"Okay, just ask, and I'll tell you what I know." Chang Xiaopeng's heart was horizontal and blurted out.