He stacked the chairs on the inside of the door, then tied them with ropes, pulled them to the foot of the bed, circled them, and tied them to the doorknobs.

"As soon as the door opened, he came in from here, and the chair fell down, and he was defenseless, and then I used this dagger to let him taste like me!" The beast ghost was very satisfied with his layout, and was able to make such a trap thanks to his wisdom - he was not without the courage to fight the beast tamer, but now that he was injured, he needed to use his wisdom to make up for it.

"No way, how would he know about this?" The Demon Shark struggled to keep himself calm. She confirmed that her phone was not in this room, and that it had been dropped by the beast.

The beast ghost laughed dryly twice and took out his mobile phone;

"Look, whose number is this?"

The Demon Shark's pupils shrank;

"Maniac!"

The beast shook its head, resealed the shark's mouth with duct tape, and waited quietly for its prey to arrive.

The animal trainer was in a hurry, he hurriedly called, hurriedly walked to the address mentioned on the text message, and looked at his phone anxiously from time to time.

"It's okay, Asha must be fine." The trainer's forehead was covered with sweat, wetting his hair.

The beast held the switchblade in both hands and waited quietly. He heard a rush of footsteps, his ears pricked up, his eyes lit up, and he was ready.

With a "click", the doorknob was pulled open, the chair slammed down, and the beast's switchblade stabbed forward.

"Mmmmmm The demon shark made a frantic sound, but the tape-wrapped mouth couldn't utter a complete word.

The beast's switchblade stabbed into something, but it wasn't the touch he expected.

A kick in his head almost made his head crooked.

The beast tamer raised the bench in his hand, and the beast ghost smashed wildly, his eyes saw the demon shark with his body exposed and tortured, and the adrenaline rushed to the extreme, and there was no room for the beast to prick the needle, it was a wild smash, smashed until the bench was broken, and the beast's head was bleeding, so he gasped and threw the bench aside, and rushed to the side of the demon shark to untie her.

"Are you okay?" The trainer is about to tear the tape off the shark's mouth.

The demon shark shook its head frantically, tears almost coming out of its eyes.

"Empty!" With a muffled sound, the trainer felt the back of his head sink, and a black curtain fell in front of him, and he lost consciousness.

Behind him, the bloodied beast ghost tilted his head, holding the almost smashed bench in his hand, grinning, his eyes rolling, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

After more than twenty minutes, the demon shark finally sat up from the stool, her hands were covered with blood, she immediately tore the tape from her mouth, rushed over to help the beast tamer up, she picked up the beast ghost's mobile phone, called the police, and dialed 120.

The sirens of ambulances and police cars roared, and all three were taken to the hospital for examination and treatment.

A few days later, the demon shark sat next to the trainer's hospital bed, smiling and feeding the trainer a peeled grape.

The beast king was angry and distressed when he learned that his younger brother Beast Ghost had just come to this city and actually did such a thing. After the beast came out of the hospital and entered the detention center again, he flipped through a document in front of him and showed a strange smile.

The Beast Trainer and the Demon Shark walked out of the hospital together on this day, and today is the day the Beast Trainer is discharged.

They stopped a taxi and prepared to go home.

But halfway through his seat, the Demon Shark suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the surrounding scene, so he asked the driver if he had taken the wrong route. But the driver didn't say a word, just drove silently.

"Stop, I'll tell you to stop!" The demon shark slapped at the driver's seat.

The other suddenly turned around, holding a bottle of spray-like things in his hand, and sprayed them in the face of the demon shark and the beast trainer.

The two hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, but the effect of the medicine quickly took effect, and they staggered to the back seat.

The driver drove the car all the way to a small house in the suburbs, and a lot of people came down and dragged the two inside.

"The person you want has already been brought." Standing here are some tough characters, full of muscles, with tattoos on their shoulders. Except for one person, with yellow hair and narrow facial features.

"Good! The Black Panther's means are really thunderous! The beast clapped his hands.

"Is anyone really willing to pay for these two?" The man at the head asked.

The beast ghost smiled and used his mobile phone to call the demon shark's diehards one by one.

When these diehards heard that the demon shark and the beast tamer were being kidnapped, they really became nervous one by one, and expressed their willingness to pay so that the beast ghost would not tear up the ticket.

The beast ghost hung up the phone, and then sneered: "Soon, the money will come." As he spoke, he jumped out of his chair and showed off a brand new switchblade. The previous one has been confiscated as a tool for committing crimes.

He walked over to the unconscious trainer and crouched down, about to stab him in the crotch, but was grabbed by a sharp hand by the wrist.

The beast glared at the man.

The man just responded; "Since the other party will send money over, we Black Panther Society will have to ensure the integrity of the kidnapping ticket before handing it over to those people." As he spoke, he reached out and broke the beast's fingers and pulled out the switchblade. It's as simple as snatching a lollipop from a child's hand.

The beast withdrew his hand, and the wrist was already purple and blue, leaving obvious marks.

"What's going on? The money has already been called to you, why not? Impossible! "At this time, in a certain city, a young man with black-rimmed glasses roared into the phone.

The beast squeezed the phone, keeping it away from his ears, and when the roar was over, he spoke into the phone:

"Anyway, I said no, but no, and you didn't ask again. If you can't get the money within the allotted time, your Demon Shark and Beast Tamer will be done. Don't think about calling the police, it's the same for calling the police, if you don't want them to have something! ”

The leader of the Black Panther Society stood beside the beast ghost, his brow furrowed slightly;

"Didn't you say they would definitely pay for it?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The beast put the phone away and smiled.

The black-rimmed young man was frantically contacting the demon shark loyalists at this time, but the results he got made him desperate. The vast majority of people said they couldn't come up with any more money, which meant they couldn't scrape together enough money to redeem the Beast Tamer and Demon Shark......

This made the black-framed youth feel a deep sense of despair.

"Who, who else can help us?" The black-framed youth suddenly remembered something and put on a virtual helmet.

On this day, many members of "Circus" received a message with an ID called Manniu.

Many people laughed and didn't reply to messages at all; Others politely refuse; Only a small number of people, after understanding the situation, sent some money to the bull with old friendships and an attitude that they would rather believe it, but the amount was very limited.

(End of chapter)