He had just finished speaking.
The two thugs rubbed their hands and approached Qiao Nian.
Qiao Nian jumped down from the table he was sitting on, flexed his wrists, and was about to lower the brim of his hat with his hands, his eyes slightly cold...
at this time.
There was a crackling sound outside the box.
Zhang Yin looked outside warily: "What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?"
The two thugs approaching Qiao Nian were also attracted by the noise outside. They also turned sideways to look outside and shook their heads: "...I don't know."
Zhang Yin frowned and walked out: "I'll go take a look!"
He had just walked to the door, with half of his body still inside the box and his neck not even stretched out, when he suddenly felt someone kick him hard in the chest!
Zhang Yin’s eyes went dark after being kicked, and he leaned back, almost vomiting blood in pain.
"Zhang, Mr. Zhang!"
The two thugs were horrified by the sudden change. One of them stepped forward to support Zhang Yin, at least preventing him from falling to the ground.
"Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"
"..." Zhang Yin covered his chest with his hands. The pain from the kick made his face twisted, his blood boiling, and he couldn't breathe for a long time, let alone speak.
Before he could react, he saw someone breaking in from outside.
The visitor was a young man in his mid-twenties, with an exceptionally good-looking appearance. His white sports shirt was neatly ironed on him, giving him the demeanor of a distinguished nobleman.
If it weren't for the smell of rust coming from Zhang Yin's mouth, he wouldn't have believed that the person who almost kicked him away was the one in front of him.
"Who are you?" Zhang Yin's temples were throbbing, and his brain nerves were stretched. Perhaps he realized the danger, and he ignored the pain in his body and spoke with all his strength: "Do you know where this is? If you dare to act wild here, I think you don't want to live anymore!"
As he spoke, he winked at the two thugs beside him.
The two thugs had been aiding and abetting the evil for years, and when they received Zhang Yin's look, their faces immediately turned cold, and they took out their weapons, ready to teach the newcomer a lesson.
Before they got close, people came in one after another.
More than a dozen people were holding guns in their hands, with the dark holes pressed against their foreheads. The hard and cold touch announced who was the master here.
Zhang Yin's two thugs turned pale with fear. They immediately dropped their weapons and raised their hands to beg for mercy: "We surrender. Don't shoot. Don't shoot."
They were still talking.
A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in from outside, walked up to the girl and whispered, "Miss Qiao."
Qiao Nian raised his hand and rubbed his brow: "It came pretty fast."
"Sorry, we're late." Mo Xi thought she said that on purpose because she thought they were too slow.
After he apologized, he turned around and looked at the two thugs who were controlled. He walked in front of them, looked down at them, raised his hand and pushed the frame of his glasses: "Are you the ones who tied him up?"
The two had never seen such a scene before, and their legs were shaking with fear. Facing Mo Xi's questioning, they looked at each other, their faces pale, and did not dare to say a word.
When Mo Xi saw Qiao Nian being locked in the box by them, he was already furious. He frowned and didn't bother to talk nonsense with them. He raised his hand and ordered the Yaomen people: "Take them out and squat with the people outside."
"yes."
The two thugs were led away with guns pointed at their temples.
In a blink of an eye, there were only five people left in the box.
Zhang Yin's eyes changed: "You, who are you?"
(End of this chapter)