"Crash" a clear and crisp collision sound touched Rick's eardrum.

The five fingers bent, and when they clenched slightly, a cold and hard metal feeling came from the palm.

Through the small cloth bag, Rick's fingertips could feel the wonderful concave and convexity on the surface of those gadgets.

Seeing Rick showing a satisfied expression, Coffey felt as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and his whole body was filled with joy and pride.

"We have a backstage too."

Although Rick did not admit it, Coffey was like his spokesperson at this time, dealing with communication and contact with people around him. Rick's default made Coffey's body fat lighter.

After leaving the Taris family's crime scene, Rick chatted with Kofi for a few words, and returned to the hotel to change his clothes.

Lilith and her daughter are safe and sound, but they have been unconscious.

The police station has the obligation to resettle the two injured mothers and daughters, and they were admitted to Tongbancheng Hospital funded by the government.

Rick went to see the mother and daughter, breathing smoothly and looking normal. The doctor said that it was a coma caused by drug use and hypoxia. The two were found in the basement, and their breath was weak when they found it.

After visiting the mother and daughter, Rick found Xiaopang who was placed in a cheap hotel.

The purple-blue swollen bruise was covered on the fat face like a seal.

Severe soft tissue contusion made Xiaopang feel like he had experienced a marathon every time he moved his body.

Thick curtains block the sunlight and the hustle and bustle on the street.

In the room with a tide of wood, the familiar short and fat figure was huddled in the corner like a ball of mud.

The room was closed for a long time, making the air inside a little dirty and dull.

A large piece of clear residue appeared on Xiaopang's chin that had not been taken care of for several days, with a hint of death and despair.

"Crash" the thick curtain cloth was torn off by someone, and the bright sunlight pierced the darkness in the room like a sharp sword.

Retracting his body, Xiaopang's disguised eyes moved, and his eyes gradually gathered on Rick's ordinary face.

It was like igniting a fire. A shiny light gradually rose in the deadly eyes of Xiaopang, and his trembling and hoarse voice seemed to have not spoken for a long time: "Gao... Master, is it you?" The voice was like a block of iron, heavy and hoarse.

Removing the micro-incarnation state and returning to his original appearance, Rick, with an ordinary face like a passerby, without his handsomeness and elegance, and a little more calm.

Regardless of the strong smell of the other person, Rick sat next to Xiaopang: "What the hell is wrong? Why did you make it like this? Where is your sister?"

When Xiaopang heard the word "sister", he moved his calves that were hurt by the floor. He spoke in a very calm tone and told them about the two of them returning to Tongbancheng.

The calm voice vibrated in the sun. The sliding throat was like a sponge, full of depression and helplessness.

He slowly told the matter roughly, just like reliving a nightmare. The focal length in the little fat eyes was gradually ignited by anger and madness, and his bright and hot eyes were even more dazzling than the sun.

"Master, I know we are not close or not. This request may be a bit too much, but I really have no other way." Xiaopang knelt down on the ground, pressing his head against the ground, and the cold floor kept taking away the warmth from his skin.

The bitter and desperate tears choked in my throat. The low and desolate sobs echoed in the dead room.

Xiaopang is just the son of an ordinary businessman. His father died unexpectedly, the caravan was ruined, and the family industry was even coveted by those uneasy and kind relatives... His sister was kidnapped by the Qiangwei family, threatening this family without any support, and handing over the last bit of flesh and blood.

Rick sympathized with Xiaopang, but he was just sympathized with him.

Just as Xiaopang said, the two of them were not close or unfamiliar, so they wouldn't have let Rick risk his life to save his sister.

Rick looked heavy when he helped Little Fat up, but he had to tell the man who was about to despair.

"Little fat, I..."

Xiaopang raised his head violently, his eyes lit up with a heart-pounding madness and despair: "Master, I know what you are going to say, but I think you will change your mind after seeing this." Xiaopang's voice was full of confidence.

Rick raised his eyebrows, not saying anything.

Xiaopang made a deep breathing move to calm himself down.

A tense atmosphere gradually brewed in the dirty air. Xiaopang moved his body, and his limbs were like rusty clockwork, stiff and numb.

He had long been huddled on the ground and had a very small amount of food, which made him look extremely weak. But the flame of revenge burned the man's life, making him burst out with the brilliance and vitality of life again.

Licking his dry and cracked lips, a light fat cheek flashed with excitement and crazy blushing across his thin cheeks: "Master, wait a moment, I'll take out the thing right away." The voice was like a gambler who lost his eyes, and his eyes were slightly convex due to excitement, which made him look a little scary.

Rick stood there, waiting quietly.

The little fat trembled and took out a shiny and short knife. The knife was hidden in the sole of the shoe, and it was flat and wide in shape, looking like a leaf.

A stunning scene appeared when I cut my fingers with a wide-sized knife.

After the blade of the flat broad knife touched Xiaopang's blood for a few seconds, the thin surface of the body began to gradually heat up and turn red. Xiaopang's eyes widened, gritted his teeth and raised the flat broad knife and slashed it hard.

The stiff movement slowly controlled the cutting of the wide cutter in the hand. Along the position and shape that I remembered hundreds of times, a wide gap was opened above the wrist on the back of the left hand.

As soon as the blood came into contact with the air, it was absorbed by the flat and wide knife. After slowly cutting off a piece of skin as big as a walnut, it exposed the yellow connective tissue below.

The flesh and blood lacks skin protection and is slightly squirmed under the stimulation of sensitive nerve endings.

The blood was absorbed in large quantities, making Xiaopang's already pale face even more gray.

Carefully put the cut piece of flesh aside, Xiaopang turned his head and looked at Rick. The cold sweat on his forehead made his vision blurred: "Gao... Master, you have to wait a little longer." Xiaopang pulled the corner of his mouth, maybe he wanted to laugh.

Rick's eyes had already become solemn, and he signaled Xiaopang to continue.

After gasping for a long time, Xiaopang took off his shoes and cut off a piece of walnut-sized flesh from his right instep again.

Carefully scraped off the excess tissue from the two pieces of skin and flesh. Xiaopang clamped the flat and wide knife with two pieces of skin and flesh, clasped his hands together, and slowly closed his eyes.

As the lips squirmed, the low and trembling voice drove the air and made an inexplicable fluctuation.

After singing, the little fat man opened his eyes suddenly, and a snow-white craft flashed through his eyes.

It was like a different person, the pain and madness on the little fat face were all replaced by a kind of coldness of frozen air.
Chapter completed!