Nightmare Attack

Hearing this, Chen Xiaomeng's face changed with anger. She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to stab him to death. She came all the way here not only to kill him to vent her anger.

As if she had thought of something, her expression improved again, "By the way," she smiled brightly and clapped her hands and said, "Look what gift I brought you this time."

She took the bag handed over by the middle-aged man, opened it, and took out the contents one by one and placed them in front of Jiang Cheng.

A pair of pliers that are just the right size.

Several red candles.

There is also a leather whip that looks very unfriendly.

The handle of the whip has been worn to a pulp and has a shiny sheen.

"I know Mr. Hao likes these things. Because he was leaving in a hurry, he prepared hastily. Please be more considerate." She blinked her pretty eyes and asked, "Which one do you think we should start with?"

The middle-aged man standing next to him couldn't help but frowned.

He has watched this girl grow up and knows that she has a character that will seek revenge, but being so crazy is still a bit too much.

The person Pi Ruan sent to monitor was discovered by his men. The person obviously had no experience in investigation and counter-reconnaissance, and was a stupid young man who could only use "brute force".

It didn't matter how they started, they just explained everything in one go.

Not only that, but he also cooperates very well with their work.

According to his confession, the businessman named Pi Ruan was also entrusted by someone. Coincidentally, on the way here, the man answered a phone call from Pi Ruan, who gave him an address and told him to come here directly. .

There was a man named Hao Shuai waiting for him.

After hearing the name Hao Shuai, Chen Xiaomeng immediately ordered a change of direction. Instead of going to the company to find his top line Pi Ruan, he came directly here to find the man named Hao Shuai.

And still in a hurry, I parked in front of a grocery store and bought some small toys.

A pair of pliers, and some candles.

It is worth mentioning that when passing through a relatively remote section of the road, Chen Xiaomeng encountered a donkey cart pulling melons and fruits. Chen Xiaomeng shouted to stop, and then he bought the donkey cart for him at a high price from the old man driving the cart. whip.

Then on the way here, Chen Xiaomeng grasped the handle of the whip, a fierce light flashed in her eyes from time to time, as if she thought of some exciting scene.

To be fair, he had a good impression of the young man on the other side of the desk. At least he didn't look like a vicious person and should have nothing to do with those people.

And if they were those people, their methods would never be so clumsy.

As if he was thinking of some scene in his memory, a sharp look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

The reason why he agreed to accompany this girl here was because he was worried about meeting those guys. The middle-aged people who had personal experience of their horror were unforgettable.

"Miss Xia Meng," Jiang Cheng sat up straight and said with a righteous face, "I don't think this is necessary between us. If you think about it carefully, our cooperation in nightmares is quite effective, and I have saved you many times. ," He scratched his neck and suddenly said in a measured tone: "I am your savior."

Chen Xiaomeng was no longer too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She directly showed her cards and said, "You took my things before and threatened me, so you need to compensate."

"If you are sensible, hand over all the things you have accumulated from your nightmares," Chen Xiaomeng said viciously, "After giving me a beating, I can consider letting you go."

Jiang Cheng spread his hands innocently, "No."

Chen Xiaomeng was stunned. According to her assumption, this man named Hao Shuai was quite capable and ruthless. He should have a lot of good things in his hands.

"No?" Chen Xiaomeng stared at him, as if she wanted to see the flaw in his eyes.

"Not even a hair." Jiang Cheng said again.

Picking up the whip, Chen Xiaomeng stretched it out and said with a sneer: "It seems you have to suffer a lot before you are willing to confess."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man who had gone out earlier opened the door and came in. He whispered something into the middle-aged man's ear.

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled, then looked at Jiang Cheng, and said in a voice with a vicissitude of time: "Your fat friend has also been invited by us."

After saying that, he glanced at the young man beside him. The young man turned and left. When he entered the room again, he had a familiar vegetable basket in his hand.

The bamboo handle of the vegetable basket has been broken. Judging from the marks on the break, it must have been torn off by a huge force during the struggle.

The middle-aged man took the vegetable basket, then slowly walked to Jiang Cheng step by step, and gently put the basket down in the center of the desk.

"Young man," his sharp eyes like an eagle brought a strong sense of oppression, but he spoke very slowly, "if you don't want anything to happen to your friend, I suggest you cooperate."

Raising his head, Jiang Cheng faced the mountain of pressure and faced the most troublesome person around Chen Xiaomeng. After a while, he suddenly said: "You don't have to bluff, the fat man is not in your hands, he ran away."

The middle-aged man's eyes were as silent as the sea, and Jiang Cheng's probing did not cause any ripples. Then, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled, "Young man, do we want to make a bet?"

He was wearing a very orthodox lead-gray suit and was about 180cm tall. There was an obvious scar at the lower corner of his lip. Just standing there gave people an unshakable sense of depression.

A corner of the suit rests on the side of the desk, and the gorgeous ukiyo-e prints on the lining of the suit are revealed in the folds.

Without waiting for Jiang Cheng to answer, the middle-aged man said calmly: "In one minute, I will let you see his ears."

The casual stance, the slightly raised corners of the mouth, and the quiet yet unshakable eyes all showed that the middle-aged man's state of mind was extremely strong.

The probability of such a person lying is very low.

They either don't lie, or even if they do, they try their best to turn the lie into reality.

"There's still half a minute," Chen Xiaomeng's eyes narrowed into a crescent shape. She was obviously in a good mood. She was leaning on Jiang Cheng's desk, her body under her skirt curved seductively.

"Uncle Gong rarely takes action, so this time the fat man is lucky," she said with a smile.

After a few seconds, Jiang Cheng nodded, "Okay."

Chen Xiaomeng smiled.

Even the usually calm middle-aged man's eyes showed a trace of fluctuation, but after the brief fluctuation, his eyes turned towards Jiang Cheng with a hint of coldness.

"The fat man lives here with you, and you both went into nightmares together to find a way out. I think we have a lot to do with each other." The middle-aged man's tone was much colder than before, and so were his eyes. "Do you really not care about his life or death?"

"I can't even take care of myself, so why should I care about what he does?" Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. "I raised him to work for me and explore the way for me in my mission," he said with a groan: "I'm not his father, so I have no responsibility to fulfill my obligations to him."