It is still windy and rainy outside, as if God is angry and willfully unleashes disasters on the world.
In the huge and misty rain curtain, Meng Zhao and his party pressed Hu Yingming and left quickly, returning to the Zhang family's small house.
Hu Yingming's side probably received Liu Song's order and did not pursue it.
It's just that a few masters turned into tails and hung tightly behind them to capture their whereabouts.
Back at the mansion, almost everyone was drowned, their bodies were wet and cold, but fortunately no one was killed or injured.
The reason why he was able to escape unscathed was mainly because Meng Zhao captured Hu Yingming and held Liu Song and other Hu family masters hostage.
He asked those who stayed behind in Zhang's house to prepare hot water and clean clothes. After Meng Zhao washed them, he became clean and came to the main room of Zhang's house.
At this time, in the room illuminated by lights, there were only Meng Zhao, Lu Zhong, Lu Le, and Hu Yingming, who was standing on the ground as immobile as a bamboo pole.
Compared with Meng Zhao and others who were looking fresh and fresh at this time, Hu Yingming looked much miserable.
The rain stuck to my clothes, as if they were tied to my body, which made me feel extremely uncomfortable. My whole body was shivering from the cold, and my lips were turning blue and white.
Meng Zhao sat upright on the Grand Master's chair, his eyebrows and temples still a little moist. He turned the jade beads leisurely and winked at Lu Zhong. Lu Zhong then clearly unblocked Hu Yingming's mute point.
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At this time, this fierce-tempered young master of the Hu family had no idea what it was like to be a prisoner, and he was still very arrogant.
"Monk Meng, if you dare to tie me up, you are dead. No one can save you. If you are wise, please let me go quickly and return that thing to me, otherwise you will definitely regret it..." p>
Another popular threat theory came up. It seemed that the person who was being manipulated now was not him, but Meng Zhao. This man's thinking was indeed a bit abnormal.
Meng Zhao has many things to deal with at this time, such as how to deal with Bai Yang's family, how to use the Earth Spirit Pearl, how to use the newly obtained huge energy points, and how to treat Shi Jie who has regained his strength...
None of the things were simple, and he really didn't want to waste his precious time on this person.
Without looking at Hu Yingming, he faced Lu Ledao, who was staring at Hu Yingming with hatred,
"Ale, it seems that Mr. Hu is not thinking clearly after being exposed to the rain. Please ask him to wake up and talk to me again."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. While turning the beads, he muttered something in his mouth, as if he was chanting sutras?
Lu Le received Meng Zhao's instructions and the cryptic look in his eyes, but he instantly understood what the young master meant.
Meng Zhao knew that Lu Le had always been resentful about Hu Yingming's injuring Lu Zhong, so he took this opportunity to let him teach him a lesson and vent his anger.
Lu Le is smart and natural. His round face is full of gratitude to Meng Zhao, and his loyalty is rising again and again.
In addition, I was really disgusted with this Hu Yingming, so I endured my ecstasy and walked up to him.
Under Hu Yingming's puzzled and somewhat ferocious gaze, Lu Le smiled cruelly, raised his arms, raised his powerful palms, and fanned Hu Yingming's cheeks left and right.
The crackling sound was like a band for a while, one after another in the room, ringing non-stop.
Slapping someone in the face is the most damaging thing to a person's self-esteem.
People say you don’t hit someone in the face, but Lu Le wanted to hit Hu Yingming in the face, and he used a lot of force in his hands.
Soon, Mr. Hu’s cheeks were bulging high, his eyes were filled with stars, bright red blood marks appeared, the teeth in his mouth seemed to be loose, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.
After twitching for a moment, Lu Zhong felt uneasy and felt something was wrong, so he quickly stepped forward and took Lu Le's arm.
No matter what, Hu Yingming is Hu Wanwan’s son. If they go too far, it will be difficult for Hu Wanwan to explain.
Lu Le just wanted to vent his anger and let Hu Yingming understand his current situation. When his adoptive father came forward, he just stopped and said,
"Master, I think Mr. Hu is awake now."
Meng Zhao then opened his eyes and took a look at Hu Yingming. He looked a bit like a pig's head.
He secretly laughed in his heart, this Lu Le's attack was quite ruthless, but it was just a relief.
The other party's unscrupulous attack on him today and the deadly attack also angered him.
If you continue to be afraid of this and that, remain gentle and silent, you will really be regarded as a soft-footed shrimp.
Hu Yingming calmed down at this time, sucking air through his teeth. The burning pain in his cheeks made the anger and murderous intention in his heart grow bigger and bigger, and he wanted to tear everyone around him to pieces.
However, let alone the fact that he was controlled and unable to move.
Even if he regains his strength, what can he do in the face of an innate master? Or can he just submit and be at the mercy of others?
Using the little bit of reason he had left to suppress the anger in his heart and the hatred in his eyes, Hu Yingming spat out blood and said vaguely,
"Monk Meng, no, Mr. Meng, I surrender, I admit defeat.
You said you would let me go when it is safe. I promise now that as long as you let me go, this matter will end here and I will never send anyone to cause trouble for you in the future."
Although the tone is still relatively blunt, the content still reveals a bit of stubbornness and cannot let go.
But it’s still much better than the previous appearance, at least there’s something to talk about.
Meng Zhao hummed, nodded, and said with a satisfied smile,
"This is so true.
Mr. Hu, do you know where you would be now without your father's support?
Either throw it into the river to feed the fish, or throw it into the mountains to feed the wolves. In short, you will not be left with a whole body.
So, you have to be lucky that you have a good old man behind you."
Hu Yingming did not dare to say a word, but lowered his head, the hatred in his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
This is a shame he has never experienced before, and it is unforgettable.
Meng Zhao couldn't see his expression, but he guessed what he was thinking and continued,
"Originally, the well water does not interfere with the river water. You take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge.
But you are greedy for profit and want to steal Meng’s things. What’s the result now?
Isn’t it still a vain attempt to draw water from a bamboo basket?
Let me give you a message: What should be yours is yours after all, it is not yours, and it cannot be taken away.
I know you want to kill me now. In fact, I have the same idea.
It's just that you are stupid and can do whatever you want. You are too willful.
But I'm different. I can't kill you now because the overall situation is more important.
After you go back, you can still find opportunities to deal with me, but you have to think clearly about what will happen next time you fall into my hands.
As for letting you go back, it's not impossible. I'll ask your people to redeem you with something. I'm satisfied. You can leave at any time.
Ah Le, I’ll leave this matter to you, don’t let me down.”
As soon as he heard about this, Lu Le immediately understood that the young master was thinking about the Hu family's treasure collection again.
This was one of Meng Zhao's hobbies he discovered, especially those antiques that were played with by warriors all year round.
I recently spent a lot of money to acquire them and put them together to form a small collection room.
Meng Zhao also adheres to the principle of eating what you can and not wasting it. Hu Yingming's family has a big business, so there must be a lot of good things in his hands.
Now that the opponent is in his hands, he naturally taps some energy points to fill what he needs.
Wouldn’t it be cost-effective to use the enemy’s resources to strengthen oneself?