Wan Yunting gently patted Jiang Wenhao's face and shouted softly. Gradually, he opened his right eye and looked at the person in front of him in confusion. It was Wan Yunting. Jiang Wenhao was suddenly so excited that his whole body was trembling.
The wound made him cough a few more times...
"Keep your voice down, I'll let you down right now..."
Wan Yunting said, watching his hands being chained and hanging, he grabbed the lock with both hands and broke it open with force, then untied the iron chain, supported Jiang Wenhao with one hand and slowly fell to the ground, looking at
He was about to fall down if he couldn't stand firmly. Wan Yunting quickly helped him, "How is it? Can you still walk?"
"Um…"
Jiang Wenhao nodded and said excitedly: "Teacher, you...how did you get in?"
Wan Yunting smiled and said: "I sneaked in, but now I have to find a way to take you out."
Jiang Wenhao sat on the ground, panting and nodded, while Wan Yunting took out his mobile phone to call Lucy. At the same time, he came to the door of the office and looked at the corridor outside to prevent anyone from coming in and discovering...
"Mr. Wan, how are you?"
Lucy, who had been waiting outside, received a call from Wan Yunting and asked quickly.
"Well, I have found Jiang, and now I need your help."
Wan Yunting said.
"Mr. Wan, tell me."
When Lucy heard that he had found Mr. Jiang, she couldn't help but said excitedly.
"You ask a group of people to drive into the entrance of the debris field and draw away the firepower of those people, and you drive a car in the direction I am going. I will take Jiang out then."
Wan Yunting said immediately.
On the way here, I also discussed several plans to rescue Jiang Wenhao with Lucy.
"Okay Mr. Wan, I'll let them take action now."
Lucy nodded, and after hanging up the phone, she said to a bodyguard: "You immediately take someone to attract their firepower, and I will go to meet Mr. Wan and Mr. Jiang."
"clear."
That bodyguard was none other than the eldest brother of Jiang Wenhao's personal bodyguard, Joe Sens. He nodded in response and immediately turned back to greet the dozen bodyguard brothers. They all got on the car and started to turn around, rushing towards the entrance of the Baboon Car Ruins.
…
At the same time, Lucy also asked two other heavily armed bodyguards to drive towards the Baboon Car Ruins in the direction Wan Yunting walked just now...
Wan Yunting came back, helped Jiang Wenhao up, and sat him on a sofa. Looking at his weak appearance, Wan Yunting infused the inner energy into him. Jiang Wenhao was suddenly shocked, and he felt that the pain all over his body seemed to have improved.
, and the person also regained some strength.
"How is it? There are not many?"
Wan Yunting let go of his wrist and asked.
"Well, I can't die yet."
Jiang Wenhao nodded, looked at Wan Yunting's face full of excitement, and said with a smile: "I knew you would definitely come to save me."
Wan Yunting patted his shoulder and sighed: "If you hadn't been asked to investigate the Qunlong Group, they wouldn't have arrested you and you would have suffered."
Jiang Wenhao shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "It's a small matter."
"You sit down first. I've asked Lucy to come over and pick us up. We'll go out as soon as the gunfire starts outside."
Wan Yunting stood up and smiled at him, then turned around and entered the room inside. He sneered and said, "Now it's time to interrogate the people inside."
After a while, Wan Yunting dragged the naked Bert out, then came to the iron frame, tied his wrists with iron chains, then pulled the other end of the chains, immediately pulled Bert up and hung him up.
On the iron frame, Wan Yunting fixed the iron chain and then clapped his hands. He turned to Jiang Wenhao and smiled: "Is this grandson beating you?"
"That's right, he was very cruel."
Jiang Wenhao, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded and gritted his teeth.
The thought of being caught here by him and being severely beaten made Jiang Wenhao feel resentful. If he had a chance, he would kill this bastard with his own hands.
Wan Yunting looked back and saw that there were various torture tools on the table next to the iron frame. He grabbed a whip, then went up and tapped an acupuncture point on Belt's neck, and then waved the whip in his hand.
The whip was thrown hard towards his chest...
Snapped!
A whip was thrown on him, and Bert's eyes immediately opened, his mouth opened wide with a painful expression, and he made a gesture of screaming, but he did not scream out because Wan Yunting tapped his mute point, just to prevent this grandson.
Yell so that people outside can hear you coming in...
Snapped……
Wan Yunting whipped the whip more than ten times in a row, causing Bert's hairy chest to be torn and bloody, and he couldn't scream no matter how hard he screamed. The pain made him sweat profusely, but his eyes widened with resentment.
He glared at Wan Yunting angrily and kept saying something, which was obviously a curse word...
"Teacher, let me come..."
Unable to bear it, Jiang Wenhao struggled to get up, picked up a long knife from the table and came over. He looked at Bert in front of him, moved his eyes downwards, and patted it with the tip of the knife...
Now Bert's eyes became frightened. He shook his head violently and kept talking with his mouth open, but no sound came out. Jiang Wenhao didn't know what he said, but he could guess a thing or two...
"Wait a minute, don't kill him."
Seeing that Jiang Wenhao was about to chop off his life with a knife, Wan Yunting quickly stopped him. Then he went into the inner room to search, picked up a mobile phone from the bedside table and came out. He saw Jiang Wenhao being tortured by Bert, but there was no
Killing...
After Wan Yunting held the phone in front of his face and unlocked it, he opened the address book and saw the name on the phone note. One of the names with yellow characters in English appeared in the first position of the recent call. Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes slightly.
Asked: "The surname is Huang!"
"It's Huang Zhiming!"
Jiang Wenhao was out of breath after being whipped a few times, and turned around and said: "Teacher, he, Fang Tai, Chen Guangyang and the others are in the same group. When this grandson arrested me, he called Huang Zhiming. What he said was
Huang Zhiming instigated Bert to arrest me behind the scenes, in order to lure you, Teacher, to come to the United States!"
Wan Yunting turned to look at Bert and said: "So, this Huang Zhiming is the manipulator behind the Qunlong Group?"
"Probably not."
Jiang Wenhao shook his head and said: "Maybe like Fang Tai and others, the big boss behind the Qunlong Group may be someone else!"
Wan Yunting nodded, and immediately picked up the dog-leg knife and came towards Bert, pointed at his lifeblood, and said in English: "Now I ask you, if you dare to scream, I will chop off your lifeblood.
Understand?"
Although Bert's eyes were full of anger, he felt the cold chill coming from the blade, so he could only nod obediently. Then Wan Yunting clicked on the acupuncture point on his neck, and Bert suddenly gasped for breath.
, his eyes glared at Wan Yunting, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Let me go quickly, or my men outside will come in, and none of you will be able to get out."
Wan Yunting smiled at the corner of his mouth, patted him with the knife, and said: "If you say another nonsense, I will cut it!"
"you…"
Bert was shaken all over by him and stared at Wan Yunting angrily, but he could also see the breath of death in the eyes of this Chinese young man. If he really dared to say one more word, he would wave his hand without hesitation.
Go down with the knife...
"Tell me, who is your boss?"
Wan Yunting asked Bert while holding the phone and looking at it.
As a result, this Bert was still acting tough and just glared at Wan Yunting and stopped talking.
Opening the photo album on his mobile phone, he immediately found a group photo in addition to some photos of drugs and beauties taken by Belt. Among them were Fang Tai, Chen Guangyang and two unfamiliar Chinese youths. The background of the photo was in a dark place.
In the private room, piles of dollar bills were piled behind him...
Wan Yunting sneered, picked up his mobile phone, put the photo in front of Bert, and said with a smile: "Tell me, among these people, who is your boss?"
Bert said firmly: "I am the boss of Qunlong Group!"
"Just you?"
Jiang Wenhao looked at him with disdain and said: "You are just a car guy. In the drug circle, you are just a small role.
Four years ago, you suddenly rose to prominence, and if no one was helping you behind the scenes, how could you possibly capture half of the drug market in the United States?"
Bert glared at Jiang Wenhao, and then said angrily to Wan Yunting: "I said, I am the boss of Qunlong Group. If you let me go now, maybe I can let you live...ah!"
Suddenly, without saying a word, Wan Yunting stabbed his left thigh with the dog-leg knife in his hand. He immediately let out a scream, but in an instant, Wan Yunting tapped the dumb point on his neck, and the scream could no longer come out. Bert
His face was full of ferocious anger, his whole body was trembling violently, and the wound on his thigh was bleeding. His mouth was open, and although he could not make a sound, he seemed to be scolding Wan Yunting and Jiang Wenhao.
"Haha, it seems that I am being merciful."
Seeing that Bert was still so tough, Wan Yunting took out a silver needle from his clothes and stabbed the acupuncture point on Bert's chest directly, and then took out several more silver needles...
After a while, silver needles were inserted into several acupuncture points on Bert's body. Suddenly he felt as if there were hundreds of thousands of ants gnawing in his stomach. The pain that was difficult to describe in words made Bert full of pain.
His face was twisted and ferocious, and his hanging body was shaking violently. He opened his mouth and screamed, but no sound came out.
"Wen Hao, do you know these people?"
Wan Yunting, who was holding his cell phone, ignored Bert and let him suffer for a while.
Jiang Wenhao looked at the four oriental faces in the group photo on his mobile phone, two of them were Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang, and pointed at Huang Zhiming and another young man: "This is Huang Zhiming, and this one seems to be called Wang Heshuo. They are all members of the Longyu Sports Car Club."
member!"
"Dragon Sports Car Club?"
Wan Yunting raised his eyebrows, and Jiang Wenhao nodded and said: "Most of this sports car club is Chinese, and all of them are rich second-generation international students. They graduated and stayed in the United States to form the Longyu Sports Car Club. The founder is Kong Xuefeng!"
Wan Yunting asked: "Kong Xuefeng is also one of us Chinese?"
"Well, as for his identity, I was captured by this grandson before I had time to investigate."
Jiang Wenhao pointed at Bert who was suffering unimaginable pain. He was now red all over, with more than a dozen whip wounds on his chest and wounds on his thighs bleeding profusely. He couldn't even scream.
Bert's originally angry eyes gradually turned into fear, which was even more painful than killing him with a knife...
"Huang Zhiming and Wang Heshuo, I heard about the Longyu Sports Car Club when I was investigating Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang. I asked an international student member of the club to find out about them."
Jiang Wenhao pointed to the photo on his phone and said.
Wan Yunting nodded and was about to say something...
Bang bang bang...
Suddenly there was violent gunfire outside, and then, the sound of running footsteps was heard from the corridor outside. Wan Yunting's eyes widened slightly, and he walked toward the door with a dog-leg knife...