Abang was standing outside the door, smoking a cigarette and pointing at a man at the table.

He was a man in his fifties, with a dark complexion, and he spoke loudly, and when he spoke, he could see that he had lost two teeth on his left side, and he looked oily.

Maybe the actual age is younger, and the people in the countryside are exposed to the wind and sun, and they all look old.

Wei Qingyun handed over a cigarette, Abang glanced at the visitor, nodded with satisfaction, accepted it unceremoniously, and immediately turned his face away, continued to stare at the game, and spoke louder.

Lin Xiaohu couldn't hold his breath, took half a step forward, and reached out to pat Abang's shoulder, but was stopped by Wei Qingyun.

However, his actions have long been seen by Abang's squint.

This is a very slippery person, who knows that people come to ask for him, so he wants to get away with it. On the surface, it seems to be enthusiastic about the game, but in fact, I have been paying attention to the movements of the three people.

Abang turned around and grinned at the three of them.

Lin Xiaohu felt a wave of nausea, as if he could see the little hand, sticking out of his throat - asking for money.

If he does this, it would be more comfortable to just say the price.

Wei Qingyun took out a few silver coins, and the other party took them quickly, turned around and led the three of them to a secluded place.

"Early people?" Abang has a strong accent, but still speaks a few words of Chinese.

Wei Qingyun handed him the photo of Babuwang, "I heard, do you know where he is?" ”

Abang furrowed his brows, looked at the photo cautiously, and squinted in the direction of the commissary, looking like an old man.

"Oh, what the little boss told you, I know where he is, but what are you looking for him? Friend? Or is it an enemy? ”

"Haha, it's neither, what? Does he have a lot of enemies? ”

"Hehe, just ask casually, how to say, everyone is also a fellow villager, someone came to inquire, I can't talk casually, are you right?"

"Righteousness," Wei Qingyun gave an exaggerated thumbs up, "Haha, how can I say it, we are not friends, and we don't have much enmity, it's just that a few years ago, he borrowed a sum of money from us and never paid it back, so let's ask." ”

"Haha, you're from Fucheng?"

"No, it's from Bangkok, and he has a comrade-in-arms over there, who makes a guarantee."

"That's it, that kind of person still has someone willing to vouch for him, it's really blind, let's go, I'll take you there."

"Far away?"

"It's not far, it's a little dark on the road, he lives in that place, no one lives, just two or three of his families."

"Haha, it's okay, we're not afraid of the dark."

"Okay, I'll just lead the way, I don't care if you take the money back or not."

"Of course, how? Didn't he open a kiln factory? Will there be no money? ”

"How can that kind of person make money, he won't say a word to you when he bumps into him head-on, his wife was sick last year and borrowed a lot of debt."

Abang took the three of them on a rugged village road, which was muddy and slippery, and it was very difficult to walk.

The night was very dark, and I couldn't see the whole picture of Babuwang's house, but the flashlight shone on the courtyard wall, which was very dilapidated and poor.

Far away, Abang shouted, "Brother Ngawang, you have a guest at home." ”

The lights in the house were on, the light was dim, it was supposed to be an oil lamp. Along the way, I have seen many people lighting oil lamps.

There was only one fence gate spliced with bamboo planks at the door, which was crooked, and was kicked open by Abang, who led the three of them towards the house.

"Brother Ngawang, come to the guest, go out to greet you."

As soon as Abang's words fell, his body fluttered, and a cold light came towards Wei Qingyun's neck.

At the same time, several figures in the courtyard swayed, surrounding the three of them.

It was a trumpet*, Wei Qingyun punched Abang's wrist, and the scimitar flew out of his hand.

In the dark, I only heard Wei Qingyun wail a few times: "Hey, all the masters of the road, spare your lives, you are so powerful, we are not your opponents." ”

Without a few words, Wei Qingyun was punched in the chest by Abang and fell to the ground in pain.

Abang's hands and feet were quick, so he untied the cloth belt from his waist and tied Wei Qingyun's hands and feet.

Xie Lingyan and Lin Xiaohu saw that they couldn't fight, they both raised their hands to surrender, and were tied up by five flowers.

"Babuwang, Brother Ngawang, let your men let go of us, we don't want the money, we don't want the money." Wei Qingyun shouted towards the house.

"Alright, alright, don't make any noise," Abang rummaged around for his knife, but he never found it, and scolded angrily.

"You big fools, I have already seen you enter the village, and you are still pretending to be some creditor, and what are his comrades-in-arms guaranteeing."

"We don't want the money, we really don't want it."

"Shut up, what money, you idiots, Babuwang never asks anyone to borrow money, hum, a few little liars."

"Ahh

When Wei Qingyun heard this, he knew that he was clever just now, and he made up nonsense and missed it. I heard Lao Zhangtou say that his kiln factory was not well run, but he would inevitably borrow money or something, but he didn't expect that people were not only poor, but also stubborn.

"Say, Who are you? Isn't it the rescuer that the old dog thing has brought in? ”

"Rescuers?" When Wei Qingyun heard this, he immediately understood in his heart, it seems that this Abang gang is Babuwang's enemy.

"No, we're not a rescuer, we have nothing to do with him, of course, we're not creditors, we're from a magazine, looking for him as a guide, and we want to shoot some documentaries here." Lin Xiaohu moved out of Wei Qingyun's trick on Ah Kun.

"Magazine? When the uncle is a three-year-old child, be honest, go, and bring it in first. ”

The three of them were carried into the house, and Wei Qingyun saw that in the small hall, there were several people hanging from the beams.

A woman in her fifties, a little girl, a young man, all three of them were ragged and had been tortured.

The woman heard Abang and his gang carry people in, and tried to open the swollen eye bubbles, muttering a few words in her mouth, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"Ah Wang, Ah Wang, you were still caught by them, oops, why are you so stubborn, just give them things."

Wei Qingyun understood a few words, it seems that Abang's gang wants to get something from Babuwang-and you are likely to rob it.

This woman was most likely the mother-in-law of Babuwan.

The woman saw clearly that the three people who were escorted in, and there was no husband in them, so she was also puzzled, and opened her mouth and was silent again.

"Tell me, who are you from Babuwan?" Abang took out a stick and gestured at Wei Qingyun.

"Didn't you just say, we are a magazine company to collect wind and want to ask Babuwang to be a guide."

"Isn't that for the magazine?"

"You don't know Babuwang, do you?"

"You're looking for him to be your guide, aren't you?"

Ah Bang scolded, and then hit Wei Qingyun with a stick, and kicked twice from time to time.

"Say, tell the truth, fuck, don't tell the truth, I'll abolish you."

Wei Qingyun let him kick on his body without saying a word. This angered Abang even more, and the duck egg stick hit him on the head.

Click-

The stick snapped, and the half-cut stick flew out with a whizz.

Wei Qingyun didn't move at all, looking at the other party contemptuously, "Are you their leader?" ”

"What?" Abang didn't hear too clearly.

"I ask you, can you call the shots here?"

"Fucking bullshit, say, who the hell are you?"

"The one who wants your life."