Liu Zhongqi knew in his heart that these kids who cheated on the street were not good people, but people's thinking has inertia. Just like stock investors who see the stock rising today, they always feel that it will continue to rise tomorrow. A boy who has never been bullied since he was a child

When I see a slight improvement in the villain's character, I always feel that he might still be a good person.

So when he saw the bald man, his feet were nailed to the ground. He didn't want to run away, and he didn't take any precautions. After all, this group of people had just let him go and invited him to a brunch.

The bald man acted too quickly, as if a hawk swooped down from the sky and snatched up a hare cub, which caught people off guard.

Liu Zhongqi didn't react at all, his throat was strangled by a big hand, and then his feet were dangling in the air, and he was picked up by the bald head. Because he couldn't breathe, his ears were filled with the pounding of his heart, and his eyes were bursting with excitement.

black.

"The third child!"

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Not to mention Liu Zhongqi, even the lame second senior brother and Scarface were shocked and stared at the bald head in shock.

The bald face had a sheen of oil from overnight, his eyes were bloodshot like cobwebs, and veins popped up on his forehead, like the legendary puppet who accidentally stepped into the realm of evil spirits and was possessed by a group of demons.

"Five hundred thousand," he said lowly and vaguely, "ask this kid's family to bring half a million."

The second senior brother shouted loudly: "You strangled him to death!"

The bald man roared: "Otherwise I will strangle him to death!"

Liu Zhongqi began to suffer from hypoxia, and he used both hands to pick up his bald arms in vain.

The young boy who had just turned sixteen had already grown up, and the other hardware seemed to have not caught up, falling into the bald hand like a soft noodle.

Scarface blurted out: "Yes, but you can't strangle him to death before taking the money!"

Second Senior Brother: "Shut up! Make trouble! Get out!"

But Scarface's somewhat "matter-of-fact" words actually made Baldhead listen to it. Sure enough, he loosened his grip slightly, and a breath of rapid air entered Liu Zhongqi's lungs, choking him until he wanted to vomit.

"Third brother... Zhiyong," the lame second brother took a step forward, with two nasolabial folds hanging down from the corners of his mouth. He looked old and tired, "Don't be stupid, what time has it been? I beg you."

Please, please let me, senior brother, worry less!"

The bald head's hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, and his whole body seemed to be trembling.

"Let go!"

"I don't. Senior brother, please don't worry about it. Today's matter has nothing to do with you. If something happens, I will go to jail myself." The bald man shook his head. Suddenly, there was a cry in his crazy and calm words, "Anyway, the four senior brothers

, I am the least promising, I am the most disliked, my wife has disliked me the most since I was a child, and my master also thinks I am stupid, so I won’t lose if I go in! I will give my senior brother one life in exchange for another!"

"Are you talking humanly?" The lame second brother's face turned red with anger, "You have to make me angry to death before you are willing to accept it!"

Scarface poked his head out meaningfully: "Just...that's it, if you strangle that child to death, his family may not give him money, and if he gives you money...then senior brother may not be able to cure him well...

You said one life for one life, this, this deal may not work..."

The lame man raised his hand and pushed him, causing him to stagger. His scarred face shrank his neck and shoulders, and he did not dare to say a word.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind: "I think this makes sense."

The three kidnappers and one hostage present were all shocked.

At the same time, the beggar gang issued a secret order, and a large net buried deep in the city's foundation was pulled out, capturing everything from all directions.

When Uncle Yang's water boiled, he asked Yu Lanchuan to sit down for a moment, stretched out his hands covered with age spots, and slowly brewed Kung Fu tea, ironed the cup, dried the pot, poured the tea, and said smoothly: "Here."

Yu Lanchuan took the cup absentmindedly and was about to speak when Lao Yang raised his hand and interrupted him: "Don't worry, wait."

The tea began to steam, and Lao Yang said softly in the mist: "When I was young, I drank alcohol instead of tea, and looked down on tea drinkers. When I got older, I was forced by my children and grandchildren to quit drinking, and slowly I realized that I

Wrong, drinking is spiritual practice, drinking tea is spiritual practice, walking, sitting and lying are spiritual practice, and joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are also spiritual practice. You have to sink your heart. Grandpa Yang will help you today, but he might kick off to the west tomorrow. Wulin is big and small.

, it has to be left in the hands of you young people, Xiaochuan, you have to learn to cultivate your own mind."

Yu Lanchuan tasted the tea and did not accept the fairy-like elder's words: "Grandpa Yang, I think your attribution is inaccurate, so your suggestion is not feasible."

Lao Yang was dragged from the Hanshan Ancient Temple to the conference room of the office building. He was a little disoriented for a while.

Yu Lanchuan: "My younger brother is missing. There is a high probability that he will be kidnapped. There is a high probability that he will be physically harmed. The resulting injury, disability or death. I cannot accept any bad outcome, and I cannot explain it to my parents, so

I am very, very anxious now. The reason why you are calm when things happen is because you have a sense of power and control in your gang, and control is often an effective weapon against anxiety. So when you look back on the past, you find that you have become calm.

Qingyundan, in fact, it is probably not because you have cultivated the so-called 'heart', but because you have gained more control as you grow older and improve your abilities."

Lao Yang: "..."

The metaphysics class became a social science theory class.

Yu Lanchuan: "I'm sorry, I'm talking so much nonsense now, but I'm actually fighting anxiety."

At this moment, Lao Yang's mobile phone rang. Yu Lanchuan suddenly sat upright, and Yu Yan, who had been smoking outside, rushed in.

Lao Yang gave them a calm look, picked up the phone, and after a moment, he hung up the phone and reported the names of several places: "Brothers in these places reported seeing suspicious people, but not

To make sure it's what we're looking for, you, the police, need to confirm it."

Yu Yan jumped up: "Understood, let's adjust the nearby surveillance cameras separately!"

"There are a lot of surveillance in places like Yanning. Seriously, I'm not going to lie to you, there are no small nooks and crannies like the back alleys of Nitang where you can escape. Last night, this man walked out of the house with such a big man on his back.

I don’t know how many cameras I’ve been photographed in Nitang back here. As long as the police narrow the scope of their investigation, they have enough skills to find you.” Gan Qing stopped and stood less than two meters away from the trio of gangsters.

He took out the wooden sign that was broken by the bald head from the bag and asked the bald head politely, "Also, let me ask, is this the one you left for me?"

The lame second brother, who just wanted to tear his bald head apart with his hands, saw the outsider, but took a step forward and blocked the bald head: "Which master is he?"

"It's neither high nor high," Gan Qing spread his hands helplessly, revealing a thin wrist. His right hand was still trembling slightly. "That bald man kept following me that day. I was a little scared.

So I'm just pretending to be crazy, but it's actually nothing. It's just a place where I'm familiar with you, but you're not. There are a few places that look like dead ends - but actually there is a small gap that you can get through. You just need to be thin and run two steps quickly. Oh,

Yes, I even hit you with a plastic gun that children play with, and it hit you, but I didn’t expect that maybe you were drinking that day.”

Bald head: "..."

"That's probably the case. If you don't have a place to vent your anger and feel comfortable beating a woman, then you can just beat me. Anyway, I've come here and I can't fight back. As long as you can't beat me to death, no one will come looking for you in the future.

You are in trouble." Gan Qing said in a low voice, "Let the child go. When the police come, the nature of the matter will change."

After Liu Zhongqi heard this, he didn't know where he had gathered the heroic courage, and he struggled violently: "Hurry up... uh... run away!"

Gan Qing sighed - the child remembered eating but not spanking, probably because it didn't hurt him. Fortunately, it seemed like he didn't suffer much.

"Spread your mother's anger!" the bald head said in a crying tone, "Let this kid bring 500,000 yuan to his family and stop talking nonsense!"

"I don't know what you want five hundred thousand for," Gan Qing took a few steps towards them and looked at the bald head calmly, "but now the police have opened a case, and you know from watching TV that the police will definitely not let you

You hand over people with one hand and money with the other. So what are you going to do when the time comes? You actually don’t know, right?”

Scarface pushed her subconsciously: "Don't come over!"

Gan Qing was like a fluttering kite. She was pushed back several steps by Scarface's slap. The ground in the village in the city was uneven, so she tripped and fell. The rag bag on her shoulder also rolled to the ground.

There is a layer of floating soil.

She hurriedly stretched out her arms to support herself, and the skin on her palms immediately broke.

Gan Qing hissed and smiled wryly: "Brother, you really want to fight me."

The lame second brother raised his shoulders slightly and stood up straight thoughtfully - people who have practiced will not stretch their arms to support the ground when they fall backward. This is very easy to get injured. This is what the master taught me when I was a child.

a lesson.

Maybe because she was afraid of falling again, Gan Qing simply sat on the ground and didn't get up. She patted the dust on her hands and smiled: "I always feel that people who really want money will have more plans in doing things. This is what you are doing."

Spreading anger - blaming people who want money, blaming people who spend money, blaming myself for not being strong enough to make money...I drank to drown my sorrows, and when I woke up, I blamed myself for not being able to control my mouth..."

"Shut up!" the bald man spat out obscenities.

Gan Qing's expression did not change, as if what he heard was just a dog barking. At this moment, the lame second brother suddenly took action, but instead of dealing with Gan Qing, he cut his palm sideways and hit the bald elbow, which hit him in the middle.

The arm holding Liu Zhongqi's neck suddenly lost its strength, and the lame second brother pulled Liu Zhongqi out.

Almost at the same time, the bald man reacted, roared, and grabbed Liu Zhongqi's shoulders reluctantly. The two brothers each pulled the unlucky hostage aside, as if they were going to perform a show of tearing meat tickets.

The lame second brother: "Loose your hands!"

The bald man held his neck and breathed heavily.

The corners of Gan Qing's mouth curled up slightly, he was very happy to see this kind of internal strife.

She felt that the heat was almost building, so she used the accent that she used to fool people in the store, and added quietly to the side: "Brother, you use wine to drown your sorrows, you will regret it when you wake up, and you will use others to spread your anger, and you will regret it even more afterwards.

, there is essentially no difference between the two things. Since you hate your alcohol addiction so much, why do you keep doing this kind of thing? How many times can one trap trip you up? "

The bald head trembled suddenly.

Gan Qing: "Everything was too late before the police came. If you let him go now, it doesn't count as kidnapping or extortion. Sometimes if you make a wrong move, you will be faced with thorny paths all your life. If you look at other people's bright roads, you will never see them again."

I can’t turn it around, is it worth it?”

The bald man didn't know how much he heard, but the lame second senior brother was slightly stunned, as if he was in a trance.

Scarface was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Third Senior Brother, please hurry up!"

The second senior brother came back to his senses, his eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his voice: "The three of us will figure out a solution together about money matters and senior brother's illness. Be obedient."

The bald man's cheeks were so tight that after a moment, the fingers that were about to dig into Liu Zhongqi's flesh finally lost their strength.
To be continued...