Lame Seven's expression gradually stiffened, and the hand holding the phone had dropped.
That stinky girl was right! He worked so hard to help the Jiang family, and he got this kind of reward.
After a long time, he picked up the phone again: "Does Mr. Jiang even care about his daughter's life and death?"
"Xiao Ou? How many times have I told her not to go back to Macau? I have so many enemies. If everyone tied her up and asked me to get money, I would have gone bankrupt. Since she dares to go back, I will treat her as if I don't have this daughter.
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The human relationship is so cold, what else can he say?
After slowly picking up the phone, the two people said: "Lame Seven, did you hear everything clearly? Let's go quickly and don't cause any more trouble to Mr. Jiang."
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Three months later, Hong Kong.
This season in Hong Kong is the rainy season. Sometimes it is sunny when you go out in the morning, but soon it starts to rain. The locals are accustomed to always bring an umbrella with them when they go out. At the end of the day, it is always wet for four or five hours.
Yes, every time at this time, Pei Xiao couldn't help but bend down and scratch the wound on his abdomen.
When I opened my clothes, I saw an ugly and twisted scar like a centipede on my flat lower abdomen. It was dark brown. Because I didn’t get timely treatment, I hid here and there, wandering around, and couldn’t use medicine, so the wound became inflamed once, and it healed later.
The scabs have become hideous and itchy every time it rains.
The elevator in the building is narrow and light-proof, and is surrounded by simple wooden boards. Every time it stops, it makes a heavy thump, making people feel like it may fall without weight at any time.
Pei Xiao trembled, and the person behind her had already pointed a gun at her and urged her: "What are you looking at? Why don't you go in."
This building is hidden in the unknown depths of the streets of Mong Kok. In fact, there are many similar buildings here. The inside is old and shabby, with the smell of damp dust everywhere. There is a stingy and mean landlord on each floor, often more than ten years old.
Each square meter must be divided into three or four compartments with partitions, which can be rented out to mainland Chinese tourists who travel independently or young people who are new to Hong Kong and are unfamiliar with the place.
Pei Xiao lived in one of them, together with Jiang Xiaoou. A skinny woman and a pregnant woman with a belly as big as a belly placed a one-meter-wide bed in a compartment of less than five square meters.
There was almost no place to stand. Open the iron window, and you would see the bustling downtown of Mong Kok downstairs. Every night, the noise of young nocturnal people and the sound of the engine of sports cars could be clearly heard. Pei Xiao always kept his eyes open and could not sleep, and around him were people
Jiang Xiaoou was seven months pregnant. Because her belly was getting bigger and bigger, the uneasiness, agitation, and fright that pregnant women often have were all reflected in her. Thanks to her, in the only silence at dawn, Pei Xiao was also very happy.
Difficulty falling asleep.
The two women were squeezed into such a shabby environment. Even though they hated each other, they miraculously coexisted for the same purpose - to live.
There are five similar compartments on this floor. Other kidnappers also live here. Several big men are also crowded in this small place like them. There is also one room specially used to store the five thousand
10,000 cash. The kidnappers were very strict with that room. Every time the landlord didn't come close, he would be threatened with bad words and scared away.
Sometimes Pei Xiao finds it very funny. These people guard a golden mountain, but they can't spend a penny. They have to pay rent to support this golden mountain and allocate manpower to guard it. Maybe when they fall into the law, they will still
If you don't have the chance to spend this money, it's really not as good as what Lin Xiangyuan said at the beginning: burn it on fire!