Between life and death

Li Lang kidnapped Chen Hai and rushed to the hiding place, which is a low-end residential area, the two avoided all surveillance to get to the room, and Chen Hai limped into the bedroom.

"It's inside the mattress".

Li Lang pointed a gun at him and motioned for him to take out his things himself.

Seeing this, Chen Hai gritted his teeth and removed the mattress, took out a thick black notebook from it, and threw it to Li Lang, who took the notebook and looked at it briefly, and said to Chen Hai after confirming that it was correct: "Let's go to the dock immediately, I'll send you away."

Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Li Lang's reply, he was worried that he would be directly disposed of if he handed over the things, but now it seems that with tens of millions of ransoms as a condition, he may still have a way to live.

"As long as you send me out safely, I will give you a lot of money you want."

"Don't worry, I want money".

Chen Hai nodded and followed Li Lang out of here.

Chen Hai transferred half of the ransom to him in the car according to Li Lang's request, at this time he no longer had that decisive demeanor, and he was no longer a gangster who responded to every call, and the end of one era was replaced by another.

Now this Jianghu belongs to Liu Ying, or Zhou Zhixiong's, but that throne is what all the people in the rivers and lakes dream of, who can guarantee that today's king will still be proud of the rivers and lakes in the future, and today's unknown people have no chance to dominate the world.

Li Lang sent Chen Hai to the ship and got the other half of the ransom.

Chen Hai stood at the bow of the ship and looked at the coastal city that was gradually moving away, and looked at the city and everyone in that city with vicious eyes, and he swore to God: one day he would make a comeback and take back everything.

But sometimes things backfire, and an untimely phrase rings at this moment, "It's good to return dust to dust, why make a comeback".

Chen Hai looked back in shock, and he fell down in response to a gunshot, his head flowing bright red brains, and he didn't know who fired the gun until he died.

Ye Mingzhi came to Liu Ying for the first time, he was grateful from the bottom of his heart for today's incident, if it wasn't for her help, he might have been in a different place now.

He was led by Wei Li to the living room, and when he entered through the main entrance, he felt that this place was very strange, there was an indescribable depression, and there was a foul smell in the air, which did not match the elegant environment of the calligraphy and painting academy.

Liu Ying saw that Ye Mingzhi had arrived, and got up to greet him, "It's good that my brother comes back safely."

Ye Mingzhi looked at the beauty in front of him, and the discomfort in his heart became more and more intense, although Liu Ying at this time was still dressed in white, with plain makeup, a smile on her face, and her appearance was even more beautiful under the illumination of the light, but under this beautiful appearance, she walked like a flood beast, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Facing Ye Mingzhi's sudden demeanor, Liu Ying smiled slightly, and pulled him to sit on the sofa, "It seems that I am tired today, I have taken care of everything, go back and have a good rest, tomorrow is a new day."

Ye Mingzhi regained his expression, "I was able to get out of danger today thanks to my sister, I don't know how to thank me."

Liu Ying patted Ye Mingzhi, "Remember to walk around tomorrow, it's hard to cover up your affairs on the highway with me alone."

"I'll arrange this matter, then I'll go first and don't disturb my sister's rest."

Liu Ying nodded, "Then I won't send you."

"Sister stays".

After Wei Li saw Ye Mingzhi leave, she said to Liu Ying: "Sister Ying, when those people get to the Mekong River, someone will solve them, but Chen Hai has no news yet."

Just as the two were talking, Li Lang walked in with a notebook, "Sister Ying, Chen Hai has solved it, and the things have been obtained."

Liu Ying took the notebook handed over by Li Lang and flipped through it at will, only to see that Li Kang, Liu Zhendong, Liang Hai, Zong Ming, Lin Qiusheng, Bei Xue, Li Jianwen and other dozens of leaders of all sizes were written on it, and there were many criminal evidence of gang leaders, involving hundreds of people and things.

"You're doing a great job".

She said to Wei Li, "Put this away", and Wei Li took the notebook and left here.

Liu Ying and the others relaxed after leaving, the exhaustion of her body made her body sore, she got up and went to the bedroom to take off her clothes, and the mirror showed a perfect carcass, this is a body full of strength and beauty, not as soft and charming as a little woman, her muscles are very even, and each piece is very strong.

Her white skin is as smooth as white jade, her flat abdomen, her slender legs, all of this is so perfect, she is charming and moving at this time, and people can't contain their desires.

But on that alluring body, multiple scars were layered on top of each other, as if a crude craftsman had carved them haphazardly on a piece of jade.

She gently stroked the scars on her body with her hands, especially the scars on her ribs, back, and shoulders, as well as the randomly stitched wounds, crawling on her body like a centipede.

Ye Mingzhi came home and found that Han Yaxi was not here, he now wanted to find someone to talk to, wanted to find someone to talk to, opened hundreds of calls on his mobile phone and didn't know who to call, and thousands of friends on WeChat didn't know who to talk to, at this time the only thing he could think of was Wang Xiaoying, a person who could confide in his heart, but this person has become a thing of the past.

He walked to the wine cellar and took out the treasured wine, turned on the stereo and played a piece of music at will, leaned on the foot of the sofa and sat on the ground, the very penetrating sound was transmitted to the brain through the audio, hundreds of thousands of red wine was like water without taste, drinking bottle after bottle, those memories that do not want to be remembered, accompanied by energetic music, continue to reappear in the brain.

Ye Mingzhi looked at the empty room, the anxiety in his heart was infinitely magnified, and at this time he realized that this house was really big, so big that he had nowhere to go, so big that he didn't know where he was, so big that the black hands that could be seen everywhere grabbed him.

He waved his hands against it, countless arms wrapped around his limbs like snakes, biting his neck, he was pulled and kneaded like dough, he desperately broke free, resisted with all his might, but every time he struggled, he was exchanged for more violent destruction.

In the end, he was powerless to resist, and let countless arms throw him over, and he didn't care about the poisonous snakes that were tightly wrapped around his body, and let them bite at will.

At this time, he felt that the world was spinning, and the originally empty room became crowded, and expensive mahogany furniture, millions of red wine, and hundreds of thousands of stereos seemed to be increasing, filling every corner of the room.

He crawled forward with difficulty, his legs were weak as if he were stuck in the mud, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't know why he was doing it, he had only one thought in his mind, to get out.

He was like a man trapped in a swamp, and every time he crawled with all his might, he sank deeper, and he vaguely saw a figure walking towards him, but it didn't seem to exist.

He was tired, tired and had no strength, he couldn't even open his eyes, the red wine scattered everywhere was as red as blood, and the room exuded an intoxicating aroma that made people indulge in it and did not want to leave.

With the tempting aroma of wine, Ye Mingzhi was paralyzed on the ground, his heavy body was crawling weakly, his strong will gradually dissipated, and the only remaining spirit was pulling away from his body little by little.

The seductive red wine gave birth to countless hands that pulled him as if to pull him into hell, and the rapidly falling body caused the soul to detach, while the rising soul was entangled in countless chains and went to hell with the body.

At the time of his fall, he seemed to have experienced the burning of fire, and his hot body was constantly writhing, trying to shed his clothes, but he seemed to be extremely cold, and his arms were shivering.

The alternation of cold and heat, the scorching of fire as if in the Infernal Hell, destroyed his consciousness and destroyed his body.

If Ye Mingzhi is wandering in hell at this time, then Wang Xiaoying is really suffering in hell, her body is destroyed and scarred, and her last dignity has long been trampled on by many people, and her weak cry is exchanged for ridicule from others.

The so-called resistance is nothing more than adding a touch of interest to others, the whip marks on the body, the turbid liquid, the empty eyes, the expressionless face and the heart like dead ashes, all thoughts are silent.