Inside a home in the living village in the Sinaloa region.
Xu Er pressed the young man's head and said, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
“Brother, are you mistaken? I…!” The young man’s face turned pale, and he was about to explain with horror.
Xu Er looked at him coldly and replied expressionlessly, "You took eight watches in total, sold seven of them to someone in Harry, and took away 100,000 in cash, right? Do I need to explain it in more detail?"
When the young man heard this, he was completely stunned.
"Damn, do you know what I do? I rob and smuggle goods. I am your forefather! Forget Harry. Even if you run a few hundred kilometers further, I can't find such expensive goods. Do you believe it?" Xu Er pulled his hair. "I won't waste time with you. I have something to ask you. If you explain it clearly, I will spare your life."
“This… this… brother, my son…!” The old man put down the watch he had not put on yet and stood up tremblingly.
“Bang!”
Xu Er raised his leg and kicked the old man in the chest, knocking him and the stool down. "It has nothing to do with you. Just stay still. Do you understand?"
The old man was beaten so hard that he was dizzy and still begging for mercy, but the other party ignored him.
After the thugs controlled all the young man's family members, Tang Baiqing and Xu Er grabbed the young man's hair and came to the inner room.
The young man knelt on the ground, trembling.
Xu Er sat on the bed, pointed at his cheek and said, "I'll ask you three questions. Who is your boss? Who hired you to pick up the ship? Who is responsible for connecting with you?"
The young man stretched his neck and replied, "Big... Big Brother, I really don't know these things. I'm just a boat driver. I got on the boat that day because there were not enough people. I don't know anyone."
Xu Er sneered when he heard this: "You don't know anyone, but they're taking you on board? Do you take me for a fool?!"
"We have a middleman for this job. I have a friend in Harry's place, and he introduced me to this job. I think the money is not bad, and if I do it well, I can live a prosperous life, so I went with him." The young man pleaded, "But I really don't know the details."
"What's your friend's name?"
"His nickname is Er Laozi, and he used to hang out in Harry Potter."
"Can you contact him?"
"It's Chinese New Year, he may have gone home a long time ago, it's hard for me to contact him." The young man shook his head: "You know, those of us who make money in illegal ways don't treat each other as real friends."
"Ah, after all you say, what you mean is that I can't help you at all?" Xu Er smiled.
“Brother, please take the watch back. I was wrong, and I won’t do it again...!” The young man bent down and was about to kowtow.
"What do you think we should do?" Xu Er looked up at Tang Baiqing.
"Fuck!" Tang Baiqing cursed and turned to walk outside.
Thirty seconds later, the young man's parents and his young wife were all brought into the room.
"You're not going to tell me, right?" Xu Er stood up slowly, stretched himself, and pulled out his belt. "I don't mean to mess with you. It's said in the underworld that you shouldn't bring disaster to your family. I think that's pure bullshit. Only an idiot would say that. My style is more realistic. I'm willing to bring disaster to my family."
“Bang!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Er took the belt, exerted all his strength, and hit the young man's mother in the face.
The old lady was in her sixties, and the consequence of this blow can be imagined. She was knocked down on the spot, and her face was scratched by the belt clip, bleeding.
"Get on with it!" After Xu Er yelled, Tang Baiqing and his two thugs attacked the young man's parents and wife without hesitation.
This group of people have been in a bad mood recently. The loss of goods has amounted to more than 10 million, and many people have been arrested, some have been imprisoned, and some have been suspended. They are now furious and are beating the young man's family members in a very cruel way.
The old man was soon knocked unconscious, and the old woman was stepped on the head by three people and crushed to the ground.
During this period, the young man kept begging for mercy, even to the point of collapse, and shouted that he was willing to cooperate, but the crowd still did not stop, and instead further tortured him psychologically.
After the crowd had been beating for three or four minutes, the old man and the old woman were already lying on the ground motionless, and the young man's wife was also lying under the bed with blood all over her face, twitching all over.
Tang Baiqing was also sweating after the intense exercise. He looked at the woman on the ground with hatred and said simply, "Drag her to the room. I'll play with her."
No one stepped forward to stop it, they just did as they were told.
Tang Baiqing gritted his teeth and kicked the young man on the head like crazy: "Are you willing to talk now? Damn it, do you know how much blame I have to bear because of you poor bastards? Just because you want to make some money, do you know how many people have been implicated? You are still pretending to be stubborn? I wish I could tear you into pieces!"
Tang Baiqing was still not satisfied after scolding the young man, so he kicked the young man several times again before turning around and leaving the room.
Not long after, a woman's heart-wrenching cry for mercy and shouting came from the next room. Xu Er sat on the bed with an inexplicable smile on his face, just listening without saying a word.
The young man lay on the ground and begged like a dog, but no one paid any attention to him.
Whether you are a traitor or a traitor, since you have been paid for doing something, you should follow the rules and complete your work. If it is not your property, you cannot touch it, otherwise it will easily bring disaster.
But this logic sounds very correct and simple, but in real life, how many people are willing to follow the rules
Knowing that selling gold bricks is punishable by death and is cheating people, there are still some people willing to take the risk; knowing that gambling will lead to bankruptcy, there are still people who sit at the card table every day.
How many people who risk their lives to make money are not doing it for money or profit? If 500 yuan is placed on the table, everyone will be able to remain calm, but what about 50,000 yuan? What about 500,000 yuan? Who can guarantee that they will not waver
The young man could only earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan at most for each job, but if he took the watch, that would be over 100,000 yuan, so he couldn't bear it. It was sad, pitiful, and hateful.
Fifteen minutes later, the young man stopped begging for mercy and sat on the ground, motionless.
"What's your name?" Xu Er finally asked.
"... Liang Feng." The young man lowered his head and replied.
“How many people are there working on your site?”
"About ten, not fixed, but always in the lead."
"Who hired you?"
“… I think his last name is Yu. The leader took the job, but he didn’t tell us the details.”
"Very good." Xu Er grabbed his hair and said word by word: "From now on, I will be here. You have to find a way to lure the others over."
Another room.
Tang Baiqing fastened his trousers and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. The pent-up anger in his heart finally eased a little.
But just when Tang Baiqing felt that he had gotten rid of his anger, his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, Brother Yang?"
"Fuck, how did your family negotiate this? Why did the guy who took the blame for you run away?!"
"Ah?!" Tang Baiqing was stunned.