Li Hanwei.

The secretary of the department director revealed some news to Yang Chen from time to time.

Yang Chen, who was watching the fire, concluded that Wu Jianzhong and Wu Jianxiao were going to be unlucky based on these news, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of relaxation and excitement.

Xiao Wen has not been heard from.

Yang Chen is worried, he is definitely not in love with each other, this girl is indeed beautiful, and she is really sassy enough in bed, but Yang Chen has met too many beautiful women, Xiaowen can't charm his heart, and not long after he first came into contact, he even talked about the long-term love of "day", thinking about her, and his pure conscience is not going.

As Wu Jie said, this guy is a good person after all, he values love and righteousness, has responsibility, has a conscience, and sometimes is ruthless and unscrupulous, only targeting the enemy.

If he put five innocent lives on his own benefit, including an old man, a woman, and a baby before the full moon, he will not be able to let go of it for the rest of his life.

"Boss, how many rounds of Dota are there in a row?" Zhou Huiqiang, who was accustomed to fighting before going to bed, was full of anticipation to ask Yang Chen, and several other guys with itchy hands followed suit.

"Let's play" Yang Chen looked around at his roommates, smiled faintly, perfectly concealed all the emotions in his heart, he was used to carrying all kinds of hardships in life alone, and he was unwilling to share the suffering and depression in his heart with his relatives and friends, even if it was purely confiding, he would not.

One person's bitterness, one person's taste.

One person's pain, one person endures.

This is Yang Chen, he opened the window, stopped in front of the window, and smoked silently.

The mobile phone on the computer desk, the sudden burst of ringing interrupted his train of thought, he took a cigarette, walked to the computer desk, and picked up a call from an unknown number.

"The surname is Yang, Xiaowen is in my hands, you want her to live, come to the northern suburbs mastiff garden to find me at this time, I hope you hurry up, the things under the crotches of my brothers are very fierce, I don't know how long the white and tender sluts can last, you are too late, you can only collect the corpse."

The person on the other end of the line laughed wildly.

Yang Chen took a deep breath, restrained his violent emotions, and said yes with an expressionless face, although he had only seen Wu Jianxiao once, he remembered the voice of this bastard.

Hanging up the phone, Yang Chen quietly got dressed, said goodbye to his roommates, and went out alone, 301 people thought that the boss had gone out again, and their faces were envious.

A real man.

It's not just the wind and snow.

There is also a bloody backdrop.

Yang Chen drove the Wrangler all the way to the north, drove out of the city, onto the national highway, drove more than ten kilometers, and then turned into a sandy road, bumpy forward, into the mountain.

The Wrangler, who has excellent off-road performance, bumps for a quarter of an hour, and there is a little light in the dense forest ahead, and the mastiff park in the northern suburbs, just in the forest at the foot of the mountain, is very secret.

Bang Dang!

Yang Chen drove his car and smashed open the two iron gates of the mastiff park.

The car flicked its tail brakes in an open space in the center of the mastiff park.

Yang Chen pushed the car door and jumped out of the car, standing alone in front of the car, like a javelin, tall and strong, and the black windbreaker fluttered and swayed in the biting cold wind.

On the east and west sides of the open space are several rows of kennels, and a three-story building in the north is located against the mountain, the moment Yang Chen broke in, several high-power spotlights on the roof of the building were turned on, illuminating the open space in the middle of the mastiff park, and the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and seventy or eighty people poured out of the building, all of whom held sharp long knives in their hands.

Wu Jianxiao was surrounded by more than a dozen strong men, appearing on the terrace on the second floor, he stared at Yang Chen condescendingly, and sneered: "Single-handedly, it is indeed quite kind, look at who is over there." ”

Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked in the direction Wu Jianxiao was pointing.

In the southwest corner of this open space, there is a dog pond similar to the bear pond of the zoo, which is the place of dog fighting, Wu Jianxiao's mastiff garden hangs a sheep's head to sell dog meat, and the cultivation of Tibetan mastiffs is a disguise, but a casino, a dog fighting arena, and the profits obtained from gamblers are comparable to the Tibetan mastiffs.

People on Xijing Road, powerful celebrities, and even big gamblers from neighboring provinces come here to play, play steadfastly, safely, and without worrying about being investigated.

At this moment, the circular dog pond with an area of thirty or forty square meters, there are two pillars three meters above the ground at the east and west ends, supporting a log beam across the dog pond, Xiaowen hangs under the beam, and below her is the center of the dog pond, more than a dozen fierce Tibetan mastiffs who have been hungry for a day swim back and forth, and from time to time raise their heads and bark at Xiaowen.

Once Xiaowen falls, she will definitely be torn to pieces.

On the thick beam of the bowl, next to Xiaowen's hanging position, sat a bewitching young man with long hair and shoulder-length, the young man played with the American-style military thorn in his hand, and his feet were folded under the beam, shaking and shaking, extremely leisurely.

In the hazy light.

Xiaowen's clothes are not covered, and she is covered with bruises.

Probably numbness from torture, I can't feel the biting chill anymore.

Her head was drooping, her messy hair covered half of her face, and the exposed half of her face was covered with bruises, which was even more outrageous, and blood was running down her bare legs, dripping into the dog pool, causing more than a dozen Tibetan mastiffs who were used to eating bloody raw beef to be restless.

Poor woman.

I don't know how much humiliation I endured.

This should not have been her suffering.

Yang Chen saw everything clearly, his heart was like a knife, his face was pale, his hands slowly clenched into fists, the joints were violent, and his deep guilt for Xiaowen turned into a monstrous hatred for Wu Jianxiao, he turned his face and glared at Wu Jianxiao angrily: "The surname Wu, bullying women, is it still a man?" ”

Wu Jianxiao on the terrace laughed wildly, there are more men who bully women, and there are not many more than him.

His exaggerated smile was also full of hatred, the martial arts family fell to this point today, it was all caused by this little bastard surnamed Yang, not to mention torturing Xiaowen, he couldn't wait to destroy Yang Chen's whole family, he suddenly restrained his smile, and pointed at Yang Chen angrily: "If you want her to live, just walk past my brothers, walk to the front of the building, kneel at my feet and kowtow, and kowtow until I am satisfied!" ”

Yang Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes burst into murderous intent, and he turned his head to look at Xiaowen who was hanging on top of the dog pool, feeling extremely uncomfortable, no matter what, he had to let her live.

Yang Chen took a deep breath, curbed the urge to kill, and walked to the three-story building in front of him step by step, in front of the building gathered seventy or eighty wolf-like tiger-like men, someone did not wait for Yang Chen to come over, rushed to slap Yang Chen fiercely, Yang Chen did not dodge, his expression did not change after being slapped, and continued to walk forward.

The group of people gathered downstairs suddenly intensified, and while Yang Chen walked by, they hurled up Yang Chen with their fists and feet, but Yang Chen still did not dodge.

But he's a human after all.

A tempered body is not really a body of steel.

Halfway through the crowd, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, his black trench coat was covered with signs of beatings, and someone picked up a baseball bat and hit him the back of his right knee.

Thump!

Yang Chen, who was hit hard, knelt on one knee, and his strong back was a little more tragic, he gritted his teeth, and slowly looked back at the scum behind him, and the murderous intent in his eyes exploded, and the scum was scared to take two or three steps back, but he still didn't fight back, stood up, and continued to walk, with only one belief in his heart to ensure Xiaowen's safety.

The noisy shouting and scolding stimulated the semi-unconscious Xiaowen to regain consciousness, she struggled to raise her head, looked into the chaotic crowd, was stunned for a moment, and then felt painful.