Mu Heng stood in the shadows, watching Ruan Mengmeng be haunted by nightmares all night, and his eyes were dark and uncertain.

After he saw that Ruan Mengmeng's fever gradually subsided, he walked out of the ward and dialed a number.

The people on call in the dark were surprised when they received the call.

"Young Master?" The man hid in the darkness like a ghost, respectfully greeting the person on the phone.

"I want to know what happened to Ruan Mengmeng five years ago. Clue: Human trafficking. Mu Heng's voice was cold, and he commanded the subordinate on the other end of the phone.

"Uh......" The man paused, caught off guard by the task Mu Heng had ordered.

"Give you three days." Mu Heng hung up the phone.

The man in the dark looked at the phone that was hung up in an instant, and realized the seriousness of the matter.

From the tone just now, he knew that his young master was really angry, otherwise he would not have dispatched the underground intelligence network again after two years.

Without hesitation, the man quickly disappeared into the night, searching for the truth from five years ago.

Mu Heng was dressed in black, as if he had melted into the night, he stood silently at the end of the corridor, the cigarette between his fingers slowly burning, and the light of the star.

After a while, he extinguished the cigarette butt and opened the window in front of him, and the cold wind continued to pour in from the outside, blowing away the smell of tobacco on his body, and from time to time a trace of autumn rain drifted in.

At this point, he was wondering what the nightmare was that was haunting her......

This dark night is destined to be long, both for those who are hurting and for those who give harm.

Li Baijun's pores all over his body were screaming pain, he thought he was dead, however, someone refused to give him this chance.

In the quiet basement, the footsteps gradually approached, each more powerful than the other, and the black-clothed bodyguards around did not dare to breathe, carefully greeting the ruler of darkness.

The next moment, a dark shadow blocked the light source in the basement, and the man lying on the ground moved his eyelashes, he slowly raised his eyelids, looked at the comer, and then smiled.

Fu ...... Abundant...... Ming ......" His voice was hoarse, and he slowly said the names of people word by word.

Before Fu Yiming entered this basement, a strong smell of blood had already poured into his nose. He stood there, looking down at the motionless man on the ground, like a dead body.

On the way here, he had already learned that Li Baijun had been taught a lesson by Ruan Mengmeng. Li Baijun's body injury happened to be caused by her.

Fu Yiming glanced at it lightly and didn't speak.

Li Baijun moved his eyelids, and said in a weak voice: "I...... I know you ......" he paused and laughed, "aren't you...... Because I...... Moved your woman...... to take revenge on ......"

Fu Yiming's eyes, which were originally as light as clear water, moved slightly, his fingerbones clenched, and the next moment, Li Baijun, who was lying on the ground, was kicked out by him and hit the wall along the floor.

Li Baijun snorted, blood spat out of his mouth, he looked at the man whose face suddenly changed, laughed strangely, and then continued: "She...... Looks ...... Beautiful......"

Fu Yiming's eyes darkened, his face tightened, and he walked over with long legs.

The next moment, Li Baijun's chest was hit again, and the hot liquid poured up his throat, and he vomited out in discomfort.

A strange smile rose on Li Baijun's lips again, and he opened his mouth and said, "The figure is ...... Very good......" Again, there was a painful blow from his body.

Li Baijun still spoke, and said weakly: "The skin is very slippery...... It's very white......" It was as if something appeared in his eyes, and his laughter became strange.

"The legs are beautiful...... The waist is very thin......" Li Baijun's eyes seemed to have flames, his expression became excited, and he laughed, "Hahahaha...... You didn't know she was lying under me...... How lovable and cherished...... Hahahaha"

Fu Yiming's eyes flashed with anger, accumulating little by little, and finally he couldn't stop it, he roared in a low voice: "Shut up!" Then, like a lion who had lost control, he kept beckoning to Li Baijun with his legs and feet, regardless of whether he still had breath or not.

The old wound has not healed, and new injuries have been added, Li Baijun is so painful that he can't speak, and even feels difficult to breathe.

When he thought he was going to die and was finally free, a basin of ice water was splashed down.

No, to be exact, it was a basin of highly concentrated brine dissolved with fine salts.

On this late autumn night when the cold air arrived, in this dark and cold basement, Li Baijun was awakened by the cold, and he was also in pain.

Li Baijun's wounds were stimulated by the cold salt water, his teeth trembled in pain, he rolled on the ground, and shouted in his mouth: "Ahh

He hoped that he would die a hundred times and not have to live to endure this pain again.

However, no one will make him happy.

Fu Yiming stood in the dark, glanced at Li Baijun on the ground, and slowly said, "Want to die? ”

Li Baijun came to his senses, endured the pain in his body, and grinned at Fu Yiming, who was high up like a king, and said with hatred: "Fu, Yi, Ming, you can't kill me today, and I will make you regret it tomorrow!" ”

The reason why Fu Yiming suppressed his anger and didn't beat Li Baijun to death was why Li Baijun could think of what it was for. Therefore, he said this with confidence.

"Really?" Fu Yiming's voice was very deep, "Since I can send you in, I won't give you a chance to come out." ”

He turned around and said to the man in black behind him, "Don't kill you, send it to the police station at dawn." ”

The man in black behind him received the order and shouted in unison: "Yes! ”

Li Baijun's body trembled, and he knew at this moment that Fu Yiming would be so terrifying.

However, before he could regret it, the wounds were all over his body again.

The night was especially long, and even when dawn came, the sky was still gloomy.

After Fu Yiming came out, the sky outside was already bright, the fog was shrouded, and the cold wind was raging everywhere.

He sat in the car with his eyes closed, his black hair, which had been meticulously combed, was now a little disheveled, and a few of them rested on his lowered eyes.

Wang Mohan didn't make a sound to disturb him, and drove to the downstairs of the hospital.

As soon as he parked, Fu Yiming opened his eyes, he got out of the car, dusted off his body and dew, and strode into the hospital.

The woman in the ward was still asleep, her face was slightly pale, and her palm was cold, Fu Yiming slowly stretched out her hand and stroked her bloodless face.

Xia Lin'an still didn't wake up, and the stone in Fu Yiming's heart sank lower and lower.

Wang Yihan knocked on the door and walked in, he leaned over and whispered a few things in Fu Yiming's ear.

Fu Yiming frowned, got up and walked out of the ward, and said in a deep voice to Wang Yihan behind him: "Don't worry about my mother's side for now, and deal with the news as soon as possible." ”