The strong man's eyes showed a fierce light, glanced at Xia Tong on the ground, and turned his head to look at the two black-clothed bodyguards behind him.

The black-clad bodyguards were very young, about thirty years old, all Chinese, and the two did not make a sound until the mobile phone in the pocket of one of the bodyguards rang.

"Hey......" The bodyguard immediately picked it up, his expression became very serious, "Yes, the person has been knocked unconscious...... Okay, you can send it now! ”

The bodyguard hung up the phone after saying a few words, and then looked up at the strong man.

The strong man understood, and immediately stepped forward to knock Wei Dong down, and tied his hands and feet with ropes.

"Wait, you can't talk and don't count, what about my daughter? Where is my daughter!? Wei Dong's heart was full of fear, he didn't understand why these people asked him to bring Xia Tong, and now that people have brought it, they still haven't let go of his daughter!?

He was afraid, and he began to fear deeply in his heart, for fear that these people would not believe in their words and finally tear up the ticket!

"Don't worry." The bodyguard who had just answered the phone stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, your daughter will be safely sent back to your home, provided that you don't call the police, if you dare to call the police, hum...... Wait to collect your daughter's body! ”

"Hmm." Wei Dong kept nodding and shaking his head, his eyes were anxious, but his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't break free at all, so he could only watch the two bodyguards walk out of the room.

And the strong man, who directly carried Xia Tong on his shoulder, also left in a hurry.

"Mmmm Gong Weijia watched this scene in horror, his face turned pale, and he kicked the chair hard, desperately trying to break free of the rope on his hands and feet, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope became.

"Hmm-" Wei Dong also shook his head, and the two men were anxious.

One is for Xia Tong, and the other is for his daughter!

The two struggled for a long time, and at this moment it was already dark outside, and gradually, the two lost their strength and were almost about to collapse.

Gong Weijia's face was pale, and he sat quietly for a moment, waiting for his emotions to calm down a little before looking up at Wei Dong.

The two looked at each other, as if they understood what each other was thinking, and almost at the same time they turned their heads and began to look for something sharp in the room.

There were no fruit knives or scissors in the whole bedroom, and the only thing that seemed to be available was the vase on the table.

The distance between the table was not far, about five or six meters, and Gong Weijia moved his chair closer to the table little by little.

It took him ten minutes to move a distance of five or six meters.

Gong Vega slammed his shoulder against the table, and the man's strength was so great that he knocked over the vase on the table in a single stroke.

The transparent vase has no flower arrangement, usually just as an ornament, there is no water in it, and it is naturally light.

So he rolled on the table, and then slowly put it on the table, and with a loud "bang", the vase shattered in response to the sound and fell apart on the floor.

Seeing this, Gong Weijia's body leaned back again, and the chair fell straight back in an instant.

With a thud, the man fell heavily to the ground, and he didn't care about the pain, his body moved towards the broken vase, and the hand behind his back hurriedly picked up a fragment.

He began to cut the rope around his wrist with great difficulty, but because he couldn't see behind his back and the vase fragments were sharp enough to cut his fingers after only a few cuts.

The blood flowed, but Gong Weijia didn't care about it, but increased the force to cut.