Lu Zhan was afraid that the woman would tell the whereabouts of her son, so he hissed and roared: "What kind of hero is he who has the ability to rush at me and threaten an ignorant woman!"

Jia Wuwen glanced at the hysterical Lu Zhan and suddenly smiled.

He stretched out his hand and patted the woman's shoulder gently, and said softly: "As long as you tell the whereabouts of the little young master, I will let you go back and reunite with your relatives!"

"I ......"

When the woman heard that she could leave, her eyes lit up. Then he thought of something again, hesitated a little, and secretly glanced at Lu Zhan, who was eyeing him fiercely. Although the other party didn't say anything, the threat in her eyes still made her shiver involuntarily, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

She was very afraid of the smiling person in front of her, and always felt that he was like a cold snake, but she was even more afraid of Lu Zhan, she had seen the scene of him slashing people alive more than once or twice. Although he was now tied to an iron frame, and it didn't look like he could escape, the shadow he left on her still made her dare not betray easily.

When Jia Wuwen saw her expression, she sneered in her heart, knowing that she wouldn't say anything if she didn't come up with some chips. So he didn't bother to talk nonsense with her anymore, and suddenly clapped his palms.

The heavy iron door was pushed open again, and a man carrying a sack walked in. After putting the sack on his shoulder on the ground, he went out again.

Jia Wuwen stood up, walked to the sack, picked up a wire and poked it gently. The sack began to wriggle violently, and it appeared to be a living creature inside.

I only heard Jia Wuwen say: "Gang Leader Lu, guess what's in this?"

Lu Zhan took a sip and said, "What does Lao Tzu care about you inside? It can't be your wife!"

Jia Wuwen didn't get angry when he heard this, and sighed: "It's that I didn't think it through, how can I see it through a layer of linen." After speaking, the wire in his hand shook and directly picked up the rope that bound the mouth of the bag.

"Jun-chan!"

Seeing that the sack slipped down, revealing the contents inside, it was actually a little boy of seven or eight years old. He was born with a tiger's head, but at the moment his hands and feet were firmly tied, and his mouth was stuffed with a ball of rags, and he looked at everything around him with horror on his face.

When the woman saw this, she immediately wailed, and ran over with a crawl, and hugged the little boy. Ignoring Jia Wuwen, who was standing next to him, he hurriedly reached out and tore off the rags in his mouth, and while untying the rope for him, he asked repeatedly, "How is it?

The little boy seemed a little confused, and shook his head a little dazedly.

However, the rope of this trait, how can it be so easy to untie, she spent a long time, but still did not untie it.

At this moment, someone handed her a dagger, and before she could thank her, she grabbed the dagger and cut it at the rope. The dagger was so sharp that the rope snapped.

The little boy finally regained his freedom, threw himself into his mother's arms, and after a while, seeing that there was no danger, he secretly poked his head out of the woman's arms.

When the woman saw his nimble appearance, she was relieved that she was not injured, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What about your father?

Jia Wuwen looked at the two of them with interest, and suddenly tilted his head to the big man next to him.

Immediately, a big man stepped forward and waved the iron whip in his hand, whipping Lu Zhan on the side into a miserable scream. The iron whip in the big man's hand did not stop, and soon, Lu Zhan fainted to death in pain again.

The woman hugged the little boy, turned her head in horror, and met Jia Wuwen's smiling eyes, only to hear him say faintly: "Let me ask you again, where is your little master hidden?"

The woman knew that there was no choice now, she secretly glanced at Lu Zhan, and saw that he hung his head and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "I was taken away a few days ago!" Seeing Jia Wuwen's appearance as if he was smiling, he hurriedly continued, "That day, I decocted the medicine and sent it to the little young master, and I happened to see Dong Ling take the little young master out." At that time, I asked her what she was doing, and she only said that she was taking the little master to see the doctor. Because the little master's health has not been very good, and Dongling is the person who has been serving the little master, I didn't think much about it. It's just that since then, I haven't seen the little master, nor have I seen Dongling. After speaking, he looked at Jia Wuwen expectantly, "I told you everything I know, please let us two go!"

"Dong Ling!" Jia Wuwen muttered the name, and with a sudden wave of his hand, Dahan quickly took the mother and son out. He slowly paced in front of Lu Zhan, and immediately someone splashed a basin of salt water on him, and Lu Zhan woke up again with a scream.

Jia Wuwen stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, raised his head, and said with a smile: "Do you think that I don't know that Dong Ling is from the Dong family? If I guessed correctly, your half-dead son is now with Dong Divine Doctor, right?" Is the 'Tiangang Fragment' also in Dong Lao'er's hands?"

Lu Zhan cracked his mouth full of blood, smiled hesitantly, and said, "You can go and find it, don't say it's you, even if your master Du Zhongqian comes, don't think I can say half a word more." ”

"Du Zhongqian, what is he!" Jia Wuwen suddenly became furious, shook his hand, and slapped Lu Zhan fiercely, directly knocking one of his teeth away.

He looked at the void, and his face, which had been unwavering, also showed a look of resentment: "Sooner or later, one day, I will let you kneel in front of me and wag your tail and beg for mercy!"

Lu Zhan suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter was full of mockery.

Jia Wuwen said angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

Lu Zhan laughed breathlessly, and gasped: "What ugly things have you done, haven't you counted them yet? Now you actually ask me what I am laughing at? Are you sure, do you really want me to tell you what you did in front of your subordinates?"

Jia Wuwen suddenly turned around, grabbed Lu Zhan's neck, and gritted his teeth and said, "It turned out to be you! I said that I couldn't find the entire mansion, I couldn't find it after searching the entire mansion!"

"Ha-haha!" Lu Zhan smiled even more happily, and sneered with bared teeth, "I can't even keep the woman I love, I don't think you're much better than me." ”

"Shut up!" Jia Wuwen yelled, his hand suddenly forced, making Lu Zhan roll his eyes and gurgle in his throat.

The big man with the whip next to him couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing whether to remind the master or remain silent.

Fortunately, Jia Wuwen is not a person without measure, he still maintains a trace of sobriety under anger, and Lu Zhan can't die before the goal is achieved. He suddenly let go of his hand and let Lu Zhan cough violently on the side.

Jia Wuwen looked coldly at Lu Zhan, whose face was flushed, took out a Jinpa, wiped his hands slowly, and said coldly: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so comfortably!" After speaking, he threw Jinpa aside and walked towards the door. Pulling open the heavy iron door, he threw down a sentence as he walked to the door, "I will find that Dongling for you, and then bring your precious son to meet you." After saying that, he walked out without looking back.