Ruan Qing was a little scared when he was left alone in the basement, and he wanted to open the door and leave the place.

However, the door was locked with chains.

Ruan Qing tried his best to push the door, but he only pushed the door open a crack, and could only barely accommodate him with one hand stretched out.

Ruan Qing gave up after pushing it for a long time and couldn't push it away, and sat crampedly next to the lamp, a little puzzled by what the current situation was.

Who the hell is he? Who are these people? Where is this again?

It's so suspicious, whether it's the reaction of this group of people, or the inexplicable conversation of this group of people, it's suspicious and makes people feel that something is wrong.

This is not at all like the attitude that should be towards relatives or friends, and under normal circumstances, no one will lock up friends.

He was less like their friend, more like a prisoner with his freedom restricted.

Ruan Qing even had some doubts about the authenticity of the man's words at the beginning.

Is he really his lover?

Ruan Qing pursed her lips a little uneasily, and carefully looked at the entire room, wanting to remind herself of something.

However, everything around him was extremely unfamiliar, and no matter how Ruan Qing thought about it, he didn't have the slightest memory.

Just when Ruan Qing was about to give up, suddenly his gaze was slightly stunned, and he stopped in a certain direction.

However, Ruan Qing's gaze didn't stay long before he was interrupted by footsteps from outside.

Someone's coming.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the rhythmic sound was even more unsettling.

Ruan Qing's whole heart was lifted inexplicably, he looked around, picked up the things in the corner and held them in his hands, and stood beside the door very calmly.

If the other four involved in the kidnapping were there, they would have recognized the man who had gone to the basement.

The man was none other than the fifth person involved in the kidnapping - Luo Haodong.

It took a lot of effort for Luo Haodong to get rid of Ren Yanqing's people, and then he immediately rushed back to the construction site.

The basement was the Tibetan location that the five of them had discussed at the beginning, so Luo Haodong walked to the basement without any hesitation.

Luo Haodong slowed down as he walked, his eyes fell on the wires leading to the basement, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Why are there wires pulled into the basement?

Not only the wires, but even a pile of materials and debris piled up not far from the basement doorway.

If memory serves, these clutter and materials were placed in the basement in the first place, right?

Luo Haodong looked at the pile of things that obviously belonged to the basement, frowned, and pushed open the door of the basement.

However, before he could see the situation in the lower room, a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and then a great pain came from his head.

"Bang ——!!!"

Luo Haodong didn't react at all, he looked at the young man holding an iron rod in front of him, he subconsciously reached out and touched his somewhat numb head.

It's blood.

Because the place where Luo Haodong stood was the door, Ruan Qing could only start smashing from the side, and the smashing was naturally Luo Haodong's position close to his forehead.

Ruan Qing had just used all his strength, and if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely faint from the knockout, or lose his strength and fall to the ground.

However, Luo Haodong didn't, the blood slowly flowed down his forehead, and he just reached out and touched it expressionlessly, and his face did not change much.

It's as if he wasn't the one who was smashed.

Ruan Qing saw that the man did not fall, his face turned white directly, his thin white fingers clenched the iron rod in his hand, and he stepped back step by step in the man's sight.

The reason why Ruan Qing dared to make a bold move was because he only heard the footsteps of one person.

If there was only one person, he would be able to knock them out and escape from the basement.

However, he didn't expect that a man would carry a stick that ordinary people couldn't catch.

You must know that the force of that stick hit the head was enough to kill a person.

Luo Haodong lowered his eyes and looked at the blood stains on his fingertips, he didn't get angry for the first time, nor did he settle accounts with the person who dared to beat him for the first time, but looked at the basement with an expressionless face.

The basement was no longer what he remembered, and the warm light illuminated the whole room, clean and tidy, and it was impossible to see that it was a dirty basement.

There is even a pot of blooming bonsai on the simple table next to it.

If it weren't for the familiar appearance of the young man who looked at him vigilantly, Luo Haodong would have thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

The person was kidnapped by Luo Haodong himself, he naturally knew this little young master, but he felt that he didn't know much at the moment.

Luo Haodong looked at the young man in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly, and always felt that this little young master was a little different from before.

He casually wiped the blood that was blocking his eyes, and then approached Ruan Qing step by step.

Seeing this, Ruan Qing clenched the iron rod in his hand tightly, and made a defensive gesture, as if to warn the man that he would not be polite if he approached him again.

However, Luo Haodong didn't seem to see the iron rod in Ruan Qing's hand, and approached Ruan Qing step by step without being affected.

Although Luo Haodong walked very casually, his tall figure gave people an indescribable sense of oppression, which made people subconsciously feel a little retreating.

Ruan Qing looked at the approaching man, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes, even if he had an iron rod in his hand, he was afraid and couldn't control the retreat.

Until he retreated to the corner of the corner, there was no way to retreat.

Ruan Qing looked at the man who was still approaching in front of him, clenched the iron rod in his hand, and then used all his strength to hit the man again.

However, before the iron rod could fall on the man's body, he was imprisoned.

The first time he was smashed was because Luo Haodong was unprepared, but this time Luo Haodong was obviously on guard, and easily caught Ruan Qing's stick with all his might.

Ruan Qing watched the iron rod being caught by the man, the panic in his eyes deepened a little, and he subconsciously used force to pull the iron rod back.

But the man's strength was too great, and the big Ruan Qing couldn't pull the iron rod back at all.

Even when Ruan Qing used all his strength, the iron rod imprisoned by the man did not move at all.

Luo Haodong looked at the iron rod in his hand expressionlessly, and with a little force, he pulled the iron rod towards him.

Ruan Qing couldn't pull the iron rod with all his might, and it was easily pulled by Luo Haodong like this, if it wasn't for Ruan Qing's quick release, he himself might have been pulled over together.

The weapon in his hand was gone, Ruan Qing's eyes widened, and he suddenly panicked and wanted to run towards the open gate.

However, he only moved slightly, and an iron rod grazed the side of his head and plunged directly into the wall.

The slightest deviation from the iron rod would most likely plunge directly into his skull.

Ruan Qing's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and his heart almost stopped, he subconsciously raised his head, and leaned to the other side violently to barely stabilize his body and not let himself hit the iron bar.

The fear brought by death made Ruan Qing's body tremble slightly, his eyes were slightly red, and cold sweat was pouring out of his forehead, sliding down his fair and delicate skin, revealing a messy sense of beauty and brokenness for no reason.

It looks very pitiful.

But Ruan Qing didn't dare to move for half a minute, so he could only lean against the wall stiffly.