"Coward."
The broken door was locked, so the younger brother took out a key and opened the door. He saw the beautiful woman still tied up sitting in the corner with her head drooping, as if she had not yet woken up.
"Look, I told you guys you were just worrying too much, but you're still unconscious."
"Where did that noise just now come from?"
"Who cares? Who knows what the stray cat or dog might have run into."
The two men walked up to Wen Qiao, and the slightly chubby one half squatted down, almost drooling: "Brother, don't you really want to have some fun? Look at her, she's unconscious anyway, let's make it quick and easy, she doesn't know anything, the boss doesn't know anything, and Mr. He knows even less. We'll never meet a piece of this kind of stuff in our lifetime."
"I'm not going to do it anymore. If you want to do it, you go ahead. I'll keep watch for you."
The fat man started to touch Wen Qiao's face: "Damn, it's so smooth, really..."
Suddenly, Wen Qiao opened his eyes, his eyes were sharp and full of murderous intent. He grabbed the fat man's hand and broke it hard. The fat man was about to open his mouth and shout, but in a flash, Wen Qiao picked up a piece of wood on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
The fat man couldn't shout out.
The other scarred man was so frightened that he was stunned. Wen Qiao jumped into the air and slashed at the back of his neck with a knife. The scarred man soon fainted.
The fat man was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Wen Qiao's hand seemed to have magic. He pulled out a knife from his waistband and put the tip of the knife against the fat man's neck.
The fat man was still biting a piece of wood in his mouth and was trembling with fear.
"Tell me, how do you want to feel good?" Wen Qiao's voice was like a ghost. The fat man's scalp went numb and his legs went limp with fear. He could only whimper softly.
He just couldn't understand how she, who was tied up, could break free from the ropes without anyone to help her.
Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to use anesthetics on me? I think you are tired of living."
The fat man's head shook violently like a rattle.
Wen Qiao said in a deep voice: "If you dare to shout, you will be dead immediately, understand?"
After saying that, the knife went deeper and blood oozed from the fat man's neck.
Wen Qiao reached out and took the block of wood out of his mouth. The fat man whispered, "I... I won't shout, beautiful lady, spare my life."
Wen Qiao said indifferently: "Who are you?"
The fat man was sweating profusely.
Wen Qiao thrust the knife deeper, his voice merciless: "If you stab any further, it will be an artery. Even gods can't save you. If you want to consider it, then take your time."
"No, no, no... Let me tell you, our boss's name is... Ling Ning."
Wen Qiao raised his hand and struck the fat man with a knife, and the fat man fainted.
It was indeed Ling Ning.
This woman actually drugged her and kidnapped her.
In fact, it was He Xihuai who was looking for trouble for her. If He Xihuai didn't choose her as the heir, how could Ling Ning make things difficult for her
Wen Qiao had no interest in the Pentagram. Why was He Xihuai so willing to give her the position in the Pentagram organization that he had fought for from her uncle
Wasn't it just a fight for loneliness back then
She didn't have time to think about it now, so she put away the knife and went out. This was a very dilapidated warehouse with two floors. Both sides of the stairs were filled with oil barrels and some chemical cement bags. The air was filled with a pungent smell of chemical pigments.
The light was dim, and I could vaguely see lights downstairs and the sounds of laughter.
Wen Qiao walked down the iron stairs.
(End of this chapter)