From time to time, the department secretary's secretary revealed some news to Yang Chen.
The perceptive Yang Chen concluded based on this information that brothers Wu Jianzhong and Wu Jianxiao were going to be in trouble, but he did not feel at all relaxed and excited.
There is no news from Xiaowen Yao.
Yang Chen was worried, but she was definitely not in love with the other person. This girl was indeed beautiful, and she was really sexy and energetic in bed. However, Yang Chen met too many beautiful women, and Xiaowen could not seduce his heart. She even stopped talking to him not long after they first met.
I've been in love for a long time, thinking about her, and I just can't let go of my conscience.
As Wu Jie said, after all, this guy is a good man, who values love and justice, is responsible, and has a conscience. Sometimes he is ruthless and unscrupulous, just targeting his enemies.
If he risked five innocent lives for his own benefit, including an old man, a woman, and a baby under the age of one month, he would never let it go for the rest of his life.
"Boss, how many rounds of Dota are there in a row?" Zhou Huiqiang, who was used to playing vigorously before going to bed, asked Yang Chen expectantly, and several other guys with itchy hands followed suit.
"You guys can play..." Yang Chen looked around his roommates and smiled lightly, perfectly concealing all his inner emotions. Since he was a child, he was used to shouldering all the hardships in life alone and was unwilling to share his suffering and inner depression with his relatives and friends.
, even if it is a pure confession, he will not do it.
One person's suffering is tasted alone.
One person's pain must be endured alone.
This is Yang Chen. He opened the window, stopped in front of it, and smoked silently.
The sudden ringtone of the cell phone on the computer table interrupted his train of thought. Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he walked to the computer table and answered the call from an unknown number.
"The surname is Yang, Xiao Wen is in my hands. If you want her to live, come to the Beijiao Mastiff Park to find me now. I hope you hurry up. The things on my brothers' crotches are quite ferocious. I don't know what they are."
How long can the white and tender slut last? You are going to be late, so we have to collect the body."
The person on the other end of the phone laughed wildly after finishing speaking.
Yang Chen took a deep breath, restrained his violent emotions, and said yes with an expressionless face. Although he had only met Wu Jianxiao once, he remembered the voice of this bastard.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Chen calmly put on his clothes, said goodbye to his roommates, and went out alone. The 301 people thought that the boss was out having sex again, and looked envious.
A real man.
It’s not just romance.
There is also a bloody ileum.
Yang Chen drove the Wrangler all the way north, out of the city, onto the national highway, driving for more than ten kilometers, and then turned onto a sandy dirt road, bumping forward into the mountains.
The Wrangler with excellent off-road performance was bumpy for a quarter of an hour, and a little light appeared in the dense forest ahead. The Mastiff Park in the northern suburbs was located in the forest at the foot of the mountain. It was very secret.
Bang!
Yang Chen drove open the two iron gates of the Mastiff Park.
The car suddenly braked in an open space in the center of the Mastiff Park.
Yang Chen opened the door and jumped out of the car. He stood alone in front of the car. He was like a javelin, tall and strong, and his black windbreaker was fluttering in the biting cold wind.
There are several rows of kennels on the east and west sides of the open space, and a three-story building on the north side is located against the mountain. The moment Yang Chen broke in, several high-power spotlights on the roof of the building were turned on, illuminating the open space in the middle of the mastiff garden, making footsteps cluttered.
Then the sound rang out, and seventy or eighty people poured out from the building, each holding a sharp knife in their hands.
Wu Jianxiao was surrounded by more than a dozen strong men and appeared on the second floor terrace. He stared down at Yang Chen and sneered: "You are really good at it alone. Look who is over there."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked in the direction pointed by Wu Jianxiao.
In the southwest corner of this open space, there is a dog pond similar to the zoo's bear pond. This is a place for dog fighting. Wu Jianxiao's mastiff garden sells dog meat on sheep's heads. Breeding Tibetan mastiffs is a cover, but it is a casino and a dog fighting ring. From gamblers
The profit from licking the body is not comparable to that of speculating and selling Tibetan mastiffs.
People from Xijing Road, the rich and powerful, and even big gamblers from neighboring provinces all come here to play, where they can play safely and securely without having to worry about being investigated.
At the moment, the circular dog pond with an area of 30 to 40 square meters has two pillars three meters above the ground standing on the east and west ends, supporting a log beam across the dog pond. Xiaowen is hanging under the beam. Below her is
In the center of the dog pond, a dozen ferocious Tibetan mastiffs that had been hungry all day were swimming back and forth, raising their heads and barking at Xiao Wen from time to time.
Once Xiaowen falls, she will definitely be torn into pieces.
On the beam as thick as a bowl, next to where Xiaowen was hung, sat a strange young man with long hair reaching his shoulders. The young man was playing with the American military spurs in his hands. His feet were crossed under the beam, and they were shaking.
Extremely leisurely.
In the dim light.
Xiaowen's clothes were not covering her body and her body was covered with bruises.
He was probably numb from torture and could no longer feel the biting cold.
Her head was drooped, and her messy hair covered half of her face. The exposed half of her face was covered with bruises. What was even more outrageous was that there was blood from her lower body running down her exposed legs and dripping into the dog pool, causing a lot of trouble.
A dozen Tibetan mastiffs who were accustomed to eating raw beef with blood were frantic and restless.
Poor woman.
I don’t know how much humiliation I have endured.
This was not something she should have suffered.
Yang Chen saw everything clearly, his heart was like a knife, his face was ashen, he slowly clenched his fists with his hands, his joints cracked violently, his deep guilt for Xiaowen turned into overwhelming hatred for Wu Jianxiao, he turned his face and glared at Wu Jianxiao: "surname
Wu, bullying women, or men?"
Wu Jianxiao laughed wildly on the terrace. There are many men who bully women, but he is not that many.
There was also hatred in his exaggerated smile. The Wu family's current situation was all caused by this little bastard named Yang. Not to mention tormenting Xiaowen, he wanted to destroy Yang Chen's whole family. He suddenly suppressed his smile and pointed at Yang Chen angrily:
"If you want her to live, just walk through my group of brothers, walk to the front of the building, kneel at my feet and kowtow until I am satisfied!"
Yang Chen gritted his teeth, eyes filled with murderous intent, and turned to look at Xiaowen hanging above the dog pond. He felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and he had to keep her alive no matter what.
Yang Chen took a deep breath, curbed the urge to kill, and walked step by step towards the three-story building in the front. In front of the building, there were a group of 70 or 80-year-old tough men like wolves and tigers. Some people rushed up and slapped Yang Chen hard without waiting for Yang Chen to come over.
, Yang Chen did not dodge or evade, his expression did not change even after being slapped, and he continued to move forward.
The group of people gathered downstairs suddenly became more aggressive. When Yang Chen was walking by, they used their fists and kicks to attack Yang Chen with all their strength, but Yang Chen still did not dodge.
But he is still human.
A body that has been tempered is not really a body of steel.
Halfway through the crowd, he was already bleeding from the mouth and nose. His black windbreaker was covered with traces of beatings. Someone picked up a baseball bat and hit him hard on the back of his right knee.
thump!
After suffering the heavy blow, Yang Chen knelt down on one knee. His majestic back immediately became a little more tragic. He gritted his teeth and slowly looked back at the scumbag behind him. The murderous intent in his eyes scared the scumbag and he took two or three steps back, but he still did not move.
Fight back, stand up, and keep walking. There is only one belief in my heart to ensure Xiaowen's safety.
The noisy shouts and curses stimulated the semi-conscious Xiaowen to regain consciousness. She raised her head with difficulty and looked into the chaotic crowd. She was stunned for a moment, and then felt heartbroken.
