"What you said makes sense." He agreed, burying his chin between her neck.
There was a itching sensation, and Nian Mu felt that the temperature of his body was even higher.
"But if those people are here for money, can the Song family give Song Beiye money now?" she asked.
Now Song Beiye can be said to be a shame to the Song family. He has done so many things. If it weren't for Song's mother, no one would have dealt with these troubles for him.
Mr. Song was even more disappointed with Song Beiye.
If Abepu asked the Song family for money, would the old man really give money to Song Beiye?
"Nothing can happen to Song Beiye now." Mu Shaoling said, those people kidnapped Song Beiye, even if Mr. Song was unwilling to give money, they would not just watch something happen to Song Beiye.
But now, Song Beiye will definitely suffer.
…
The other side.
Song Beiye was still tied to a chair, his mouth was gagged with a dirty smelly rag, his right leg was fixed by two tattered wooden boards, and his other foot was also tied to the chair.
This posture remained for the whole night.
It wasn't until someone came out that Song Beiye moved, raised his head, and stared at the man with a western face in front of him.
When the man saw Song Beiye moving, he laughed playfully and said, "Hey, one night has passed and Second Young Master Song is still alive. It's not that the lives of rich people are precious. I thought you wouldn't survive the night."
Song Beiye lowered his head again.
The man bent over and pulled out the rag from his mouth, "Here, I'll give you a chance to talk."
"Water." Although Song Beiye hated it in his heart, he couldn't say anything right now and just wanted to satisfy his current thirst.
"Tsk." The man was impatient. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but he thought of Abeipu's instructions and couldn't let Song Beiye lose his life. He had no choice but to turn around, pick up a bottle of boiled water, and go directly to Song Beiye.
mouth, "Drink."
Song Beiye looked at the water that had been drank and frowned in resistance.
"You still want to pick? Do you really think this is your Song family? Just this water, I will count to three, if you don't open your mouth, stop drinking." The man threatened, he despised this kind of young man.
It's just that he was born a little better and couldn't bear or work, so he thought he was very delicate and could be superior to others.
But when facing them, why don't you lose your pride in order to save your life?
Song Beiye knew that he would keep his word, so he weakly opened his mouth and allowed the man to pour water into his mouth.
I haven't had a sip of water all day long. The water fell into my stomach along the esophagus, and the burning feeling got better.
Seeing Song Beiye's disdain for the bottle of water at first, and then opening his mouth wide to drink more water, he smiled contemptuously, "Tsk, Second Young Master Song, do you know what you look like now?"
Song Beiye ignored him and didn't lower his head until he finished drinking the water in the bottle.
Seeing him like this, the man sneered and said, "You're like a dog begging for water. If you offend our boss, you'll be out of luck."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man walked out again.
"What to do?" asked the man who came out.
"Asir, why did you just get up? Young Master Song was drinking water like a dog just now. It was very interesting." The man shook the empty bottle in his hand. It was obvious that Song Beiye's behavior just now put him in a good mood.
"Koskiv, don't kill people, otherwise you won't be able to deal with the boss when the time comes." Asir reminded secretly that the person in front of him was an important bargaining chip for Abep to ask for money.
"Don't worry, this man is very tough. Even if his leg is broken, he won't even make a sound." Koskiv mocked.
Asir frowned, "His face is so red, what did you do?"
"I didn't do anything, but I was kind enough to give him water." Koskiv shook his head and looked carefully at Song Beiye's face, which was indeed a little red.
Asir stepped forward and touched his forehead with his hand, "It's hot, I have a fever."
"Hey, it's just a broken leg, can you still have a fever?" Koskiv couldn't believe it, and he also looked at his forehead, "Tsk, that's really hypocritical. I thought I was shot through the leg with a gun and it took me two days to recover.
Even after taking out the bullet, he didn't even have a fever. This man is too weak."
"You think everyone is like you." Asir rolled his eyes. He told this past story to everyone, and it became a little annoying after hearing it so many times.
Koskiv shrugged his shoulders.
"Carry him in. We need to reduce the fever and take antibiotics." Asir said, untying the rope that tied Song Beiye and lifting up Song Beiye's left shoulder.
"It's really troublesome." Koskiv complained, but he still came over to lift his right shoulder.
Both of them were Russians and taller than Song Beiye, so they easily lifted Song Beiye up and carried him directly into a room.
Song Beiye looked at the layout of the room, which looked like a simple clinic.
"Go and give him medicine and an injection." Koskiv said to his companion in disgust.
Asir didn't say anything. He opened a drawer and took out antipyretic injections and antibiotics. "Go and ask the boss if you can lock him in this room."
He felt that Song Beiye had a broken leg now and couldn't do anything even if he was locked in this room, so it should be fine.
But about every decision he makes, Abepp should be asked.
"Okay." Koskiv walked out of the room.
Asir took an antibiotic injection and an antipyretic injection, mixed them, and gave Song Beiye an intravenous injection.
Song Beiye frowned as the needle pierced the blood vessel of his arm.
"This is a drug specially developed by doctors in our organization. It is hundreds of times more effective than what is available on the market outside. It can reduce fever quickly after injection." Asir explained to him.
"How much did that man give you?" Song Beiye suddenly asked.
Asir raised his eyebrows but did not answer.
"As long as you help me, I can give you double the price, calculated on a monthly basis." Song Beiye said again.
Asir laughed mockingly.
"The price is whatever you want, as long as you can help me leave and become my subordinate!" Song Beiye gritted his teeth and offered what he thought was a more tempting offer.
He realized that these people were hundreds of times stronger than his people, so even though he had been rude to him, he still wanted him to submit to him.
"Forget it, Second Young Master Song, I still want my life." Asir was not moved by the conditions he proposed.
Even if they are given more money, they will not be able to escape from the Terror Island. Even if they do not take the poison, the Terror Island will kill those who betray them.
Therefore, no one has ever dared to betray Terror Island and submit to others.
Song Beiye shut his mouth.
Koskiv opened the door and said: "The boss said that he can't run now with a broken leg. He can stay in this room. We just need to take turns guarding the door. Oh, yes, put away the dangerous items in this room."
, don’t give him the chance to commit suicide, otherwise we will be the unlucky ones.”
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