"Boss Han, do you want me to send you back?"

"No. I'm not drunk again. Besides, the scene is in Seoul, who doesn't know me, Han Zhengshun?"

Cui Jingdong thought about it, "Then you should hurry up." After saying that, he told the little brother who supported Han Zhengshun and said, "If you have anything, call me."

"Yes, gang leader."

Cui Jingdong waved his hand and hugged a woman wearing heavy makeup and left.

"Boss, here, the parking lot is here." The younger brother helped Han Zhengshun, who was tilted around, walk towards the parking lot.

It was already late at night. The parking lot was pitch black, and the only rows of light bulbs above my head emitted dim lights. My younger brother helped Han Zhengshun walk deeper step by step.

The reflection on the ground is getting longer and longer, and it looks quite creepy.

My brother looked back and felt as if he was being targeted.

"Boss, I feel something is wrong. Are we being targeted?"

"Uh?..." Although Han Zhengshun drank Erma, he was still shocked after hearing this. He looked back at the back. He had no hair except the rows of cars.

Han Zhengshun slapped his younger brother in annoyed, "You kid is really useless. You will scare you like this after walking all night. If you ask you to chop someone, wouldn't you be scared to pee?"

"Brother, it's quite terrifying! You haven't seen ghost movies in movies, and it's most likely to happen in parking lots." Koreans like to speak in a tone and prolong their accents, regardless of gender. However, Han Zhengshun was a little uncomfortable. Especially when he saw a gangster with a big and thick face, he was also speaking in a coquettish manner. Suddenly, a feeling of disgust came from his throat, and his stomach twitched, "Vomit..."

"Brother, squat down quickly."

In fact, Han Zhengshun didn't want to vomit very much, but just heard his younger brother talking like this, and his head was a little dizzy and he felt nauseous. When he squatted down, he lost his vomiting.

He retching twice until his eyes were filled with stars and he didn't spit out anything. Han Zhengshun stretched out a hand and "help me up."

"Die...Big...Brother..."

"You shiver, hurry up and help me up. My legs are numb." Han Zhengshun waited for a while, but his younger brother did not help him. Instead, his legs trembled and his teeth were trembling. The sound made Han Zhengshun's scalp numb.

"I'm paralyzed, hurry up, and I'll just rush to see if I don't deal with you."

"Big...Brother, there is someone behind you."

"I'm not you behind me?"

"There's not the other person..."

Han Zhengshun raised his butt, looked back from his crotch, and saw several legs and soles of his feet, "Damn, there are really people."

Just as I was about to turn my head, I was hit by a stick on my head, my eyes turned black and I fell to the ground.

"Brother..."

When Han Zhengshun woke up again, he was tied up and locked in a small dark room. It was a real small dark room with no light.

Han Zhengshun tried hard to open his eyes, but it was pitch black. The pain in his head was faintly painful and he couldn't touch it, which made Han Zhengshun feel a little panicked.

"Hey, is anyone?"

"Well...Brother, are you still alive? That's great."

"Xiami, are you alive too? Is this where?" Han Zhengshun heard his younger brother's voice, and it was really relaxed.

"Brother, I was knocked out too. I don't know where this is."

"Damn, is anyone? Here comes..." Han Zhengshun shouted at the top of his throat, his voice almost hoarse, and no one answered.

"Brother, do you think it was the Jiang family who kidnapped us?" the younger brother asked worriedly.

In the past few days, the Jinghua Gang followed Xiaofeng's instructions before leaving and swept through the underground world of Seoul with lightning speed. Nothing else was serious, but when he cleared the Jiang family, he encountered strong resistance. Although he finally took down the territory controlled by the Jiang family, he ran away to several Jiang family members and had not been found yet.

After hearing what my brother said, Han Zhengshun also felt that it was very possible. After all, in Seoul, he could not think of any other possibility except Jiang.

"Brother, do you think we will die?"

No one is afraid of death, and Han Zhengshun, who tasted the sweetness, doesn't want to die. Now he is so many times more prosperous than before. He can be regarded as a person who calls the wind and rain in Seoul. He has not tasted enough of this kind of feeling of holding power in his hands and turning hands to the clouds and rain.

Death is a very terrible word for him now.

Han Zhengshun's heart was thrilled and said calmly, "No, we won't die. The Jiang family's people would have killed us long ago if they wanted to kill us. They wouldn't stay until now. They definitely want to negotiate terms."

After hearing this, my younger brother's depressed mood suddenly improved and he became much tougher. "Well, my elder brother is right. When we escape from danger, we must make the Jiang people look good. If we don't kill them, it will be difficult to eliminate the mistakes they made. I dare to fight with our Jinghua Gang, and I really don't know how to write the word "death".

"Shhh...someone is here."

The two of them quickly closed their eyes, their heads tilted, and continued to pretend to be unconscious and still not awake.

Bang!

The door was pushed open vigorously.

The next moment, there was a faint light.

Han Zhengshun knew that the light was on. Human senses were very magical. It felt completely different when opening eyes in the darkness and closing eyes in the light. Although neither of them could see anything.

"Damn it, it's still a gangster! It's just a slap, I can't wake up yet."

"Can't it be that you guys are so good at it?"

"No! I'm already very light. Maybe Koreans are weaker!"

Chinese? Han Zhengshun was full of doubts. Although Han Zhengshun didn't know much about Chinese, these people spoke Chinese with a straightforward and melodious Chinese, just like Mr. Huang.

Han Zhengshun searched for a long time, and it seemed that he had not offended the Chinese? Could it be that Mr. Huang sent someone to test me? Or was it the killer invited by Jiang's people?

"Wake him up."

Damn, the weather is already very cold now. Han Zhengshun was about to shout that he was awake, so he poured a basin of cold water on his head.

Han Zhengshun could no longer pretend to be unconscious, and she shivered all over and almost jumped up from the chair.

He jumped, and he jumped up with the chair. He fell heavily, making his butt hurt.

"Wake up the other one too."

"Okay, I'll wake up by myself." The little brother named Xiami had already quietly squinted his eyes and secretly saw what Han Zhengshun had experienced. He didn't want to be soaked in his heart.

Looking at Han Zhengshun with black lips, Xiami observed silently in her heart: Poor boss.

"Who are you? Why do you kidnap us? Do you know who I am?" Han Zhengshun was furious. Not to mention now, even before, no one dared to treat him like this.

"I don't care who you are? If you want to survive, answer our questions honestly."

"If you ask others for questions, shouldn't you be respectful?" Han Zhengshun said with a deep expression.

"Uh? Yes. We forgot that you are the boss. I'm sorry!"

Han Zhengshun looked happy and looked proudly at the people wearing black masks in front of him and said, "Since you know you are wrong, why don't you let us go quickly."

"Let you go? Haha, I don't think it seems to be respectful enough to give that." One of the masked men walked around behind Han Zhengshun, grabbed the chair, and flipped it hard.

Han Zhengshun fell down with his chair.

Click!

"Ah..." Han Zhengshun tied his hands behind his back, so the weight of his entire body was pressed on the back of the chair, and in disguise they were pressed on his hands.

The slight clicking sound was not known as the chair or Han Zhengshun's bones were broken.

Han Zhengshun screamed and struggled violently. The more he struggled, the more he felt the pain coming from his arms.

After a while, Han Zhengshun gave up struggling, stared fiercely at the masked men who were looking down at him with fire, and gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better kill me, otherwise, even if you chase me to the horizon, I'll tear you into pieces."

"Yeah, it's quite tough. I just don't know if it's your bones or the chair is strong." As he said that, the masked man helped up the chair and let it fall freely.

Click!

“Um…”

Han Zhengshun gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan, his face becoming ferocious and terrifying.

"Okay, dog breed."

The masked man helped up the chair again, "It seems that the chair is of good quality and can be dropped a few more times."

Relax your hands.

The chair fell back again.

"Oh, don't, I admit defeat." The hero didn't suffer any loss. After a few more times, Han Zhengshun was very doubtful that his arms could still be kept. Without his arms, let alone taking revenge, it was a lot of trouble even when fucking a woman.

By the way, Han Zhengshun doesn’t like to insert the willow or Guanyin or other lotus.

"Damn, I thought I was so tough, but that's just that. Damn, I want to play a few more times!" As he said that, the masked man turned his eyes to Xiaomi.

Xiami was frightened and shook her head, "I admit defeat, too."

"Damn, you have no backbone. At least you have been with it twice. You kid are so good, so you surrender directly. In the war era, you are definitely a traitor."

The masked man was making fun of him here, but Han Zhengshun was spinning his mind frantically. Where did these people come from? He heard that they were Chinese, but they were proficient in Korean. Could it be that Mr. Huang was really sent by him? What did Mr. Huang want to do? I got it and said that old boy Cui Jingdong made a report?

Suddenly.

"Sign up your dog's eyes and see clearly, do you know this person?"

A photo was almost posted on Han Zhengshun's eyes.

"It's too close to you to see clearly."

"Okay, you guys have a genitals." The masked man pulled the photo a little further, "Look it clearly, do you recognize it?"

Han Zhengshun saw it clearly this time, but he was even more confused. Isn’t this a photo of Mr. Huang? Are these people the enemy of Mr. Huang?

"Did you see clearly?"

"See clearly."

"Do you know?"

"Don't know."

"Damn it, you guys are playing tricks on me." The next moment, Han Zhengshun was hit by a slap in the face.

The scorching pain.
Chapter completed!