Chapter five hundred and fifty seventh monstrous hatred
The night fell quietly, and darkness suddenly enveloped the earth. At that time, there was a sultry moisture in the air, like fog, making the scenery far and near appear hazy, chaotic, and hazy.
The beauty, the meaning of chaos.
Along the streets and on the paths, there are no longer any pedestrians rushing around during the day or enjoying the night view. At this moment, the surroundings are quiet and there is no noise at all.
"Woooooo~"
In the darkness, in a hidden corner, there were five people standing, one in the middle and the other four around them, forming a siege in pairs.
Looking closely, you can clearly see that there is a tied-up person in the middle. His eyes are blindfolded and his mouth is covered, and he can only make a "wow" sound.
Obviously, this man did not accept his fate. Even though he was tied up with ropes, he did not give up struggling and tried to break free by his own strength. However, he finally underestimated the restraints of the ropes and the people who captured him allowed him to struggle no matter how hard he struggled.
Under the four encirclements and the binding of ropes, everything seemed so weak and futile.
It can be clearly seen that among the four people, the leader is a short, dark-skinned, and elderly man.
Perhaps he had been standing for too long, so he motioned to the person next to him to bring a stool, and with his help, he carefully sat down.
While he was sitting down, he kept his eyes on his thighs. At the same time, his hands were also deliberately supporting his thighs, making people feel as if his thighs were defective.
Not long after I sat down, I don't know if it was because of my posture, but suddenly my hands were half-bent on the stool and my buttocks were lifted off the stool, as if I was adjusting my posture.
At this time, it can be clearly discovered that his left leg was stretched and raised, and it did not touch the ground due to the half-bow. At this time, the entire stress point on his body was on his right leg.
It can be seen that there is a hidden disease in his left leg.
Sitting down again, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and turned his eyes to the person who was tied up. His loose eyes gradually became firmer, and he raised his head slightly, as if to indicate something.
Under the gaze of the leader, one of the three people stood up, nodded to the old man, and decisively removed the white cloth from the mouth of the tied man without any hesitation in the process.
"Let me go, let me go..."
As soon as the white cloth was removed from the tied man, the sound of his struggle was immediately heard.
But no one responded to his words.
In the dark night, in a hidden corner, it seemed that he was the only one talking to himself, and his voice was accompanied by heavy breathing. The loneliness of the night, coupled with the torch next to them, made it particularly eerie and strange.
"Who are you? Who are you?"
When no response was received, the tied man roared and roared with all his strength. There was no white cloth in his mouth. His anger was like the flood that filled the river channel. Suddenly the embankment burst open, roaring and pouring out unstoppably.
At the same time, his feet kept rubbing, as if he wanted to move, and the sweat on his face kept falling, showing his restlessness and impatience.
"I tell you, no matter who you are, I am an official of the imperial court, a yamen chief, and a subordinate of Mr. Yang Buwei. If you dare to attack me, I will definitely die. I advise you to release me as soon as possible."
, Lord XX doesn’t care about the faults of villains, let’s just forget about it, otherwise, when XX’s people find me and find you, they will definitely not be able to spare you..."
No one responded, and the surroundings were silent, which made him scared and angry. If the white cloth hadn't been taken off from his mouth, he would have thought there was no one around.
At this time, except for the movement of the mouth, no other part of the body can move, so the only choice is to reveal one's identity. At the same time, it is also hoped that after revealing one's identity, these people will have some scruples.
As for the Master Yang he mentioned, who else could there be besides Yang Buwei in Guangxin City?
Finally, the tied man was tired of shouting and could only breathe heavily. Everything returned to tranquility. The leading old man then lightly touched his lips and said slowly, "Take off the cloth from his eyes!"
Being able to see the light again, even in the dark, allowed him to see the people around him clearly.
But just because of this look, his bones could not help but stand on end, and his soul was terrified.
After being shocked, he muttered, "Big...big manager, why is it you?"
This fact made it difficult for him to accept it for a moment. He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Big...big manager, little...little one is Xiaoliang! I don't understand, what do you mean? Why do you want to treat little one like this?"
Tied up, has the little one done something wrong recently that did not satisfy you?"
It turns out that the person who was kidnapped by Wu Hua Da was Yang Wuliang - Yang Baotou, and the leading old man was Yang Bo, the chief manager of the Yang Mansion.
"Yang Wuliang, don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame you for knowing too much. I have no choice but to put you..."
Uncle Yang spoke in a rather heavy tone, with a look of melancholy on his face, mixed with emotion and sigh... Halfway through his words, he shook his head helplessly.
Yang Bo's words made Yang Wuliang despair, because the implication of Yang Bo's words was that Yang Buwei thought that he knew too much, so he wanted to clean him up.
The frustrated Yang Wuliang suddenly calmed down and stared at Uncle Yang angrily, "Uncle Yang, can you tell me if this is what the master meant?"
Facing Yang Wuliang's anger and questioning, Uncle Yang seemed calm and unfazed. He just sighed slightly, "Didn't you already guess it in your heart? Why ask?"
After that, he paused for a long time, and in order to achieve the purpose of making him give up his struggle, he did not forget to give his sincere advice, "I have treated you very well these years. You are a guard, you have food, clothing, even women, official titles...
I have never treated you badly, and now the time has come when I need you. I don’t think there should be any anger or complaints in your eyes or in your heart."
Hearing this, Yang Wuliang laughed wildly, his eyes full of disdain, "Hahaha... It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous!"
Uncle Yang's face was expressionless, making it impossible to see any change in his mood. He just glanced at him lightly, and deep in his eyes, a trace of confusion flashed, "Why are you laughing? Is there anything wrong with what the old man said during this period?"
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Yang Wuliang sneered, "Yes? Chief Manager, do you think this is right? How have I, Yang Wuliang, ever been sorry to their Yang family? Over the years, I, Yang Wuliang, have been risking my life for his Yang family. Did I hesitate at all once?"
"But what about Yang Zhengde? How did he treat me? While I was away from home, he peeked at my sister's beauty and attacked my sister, which caused my sister to go crazy. To this day, she is still living like a madman..."
"What about the Yang family? What did they do in the end? In order to appease my grievances, they reluctantly gave me the status of a leader... Do I still feel grateful to the Yang family for these things?"
Yang Wuliang's eyes were sharp, his tone was aggressive, and his eyes were full of overwhelming hatred. This overwhelming hatred was not only for the person in front of him, but also for the Yang family.