Chapter 108: Most Afraid of Pain
When Zhang Xiaomeng saw the helmsman go out, he hurried to follow. He caught a glimpse of a small pool of blood on the ground and shuddered.
At the end of the wide corridor, two waiters, one squatting and the other lying on the expensive carpet.
Zhao Xiaoyue could faintly hear the persuasion, "Xiao Man, people like us have no way out. Why should we struggle? No matter how hard we struggle, we are nothing but rotten loaches in the stinking ditch. Following Master Mang, at least we can eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and we don't have to accept the fate of being bought and sold."
The man lying on the ground was shaking, his voice was hoarse, "He is a pervert, a sadist, this should have been Asha's business."
"Oh, do you have a better choice than to accept it? Ashana is the boss's favorite. How can you compare with him?"
Zhao Xiaoyue had good hearing and gradually understood what was said and got the general idea of the plot.
No wonder we couldn’t find him, it turns out he was locked up in the dungeon.
Many people remember him because he is of British and French descent, with the tall figure and strong and handsome facial features of a British person, and the golden hair and deep misty blue eyes of a French person. However, he himself is naturally allergic to the body fluids of the opposite sex.
Zhao Xiaoyue and Zhang Xiaomeng did not go there directly, but went to find the casino manager Mr. Yi.
When Zhang Xiaomeng saw Mr. Yi, he was almost knocked over by Mr. Yi's revealing clothes, especially the two peaks on his chest. The visual impact was so strong that he kept his head down the whole time.
Mr. Yi opened his red lips slightly, holding a thin female cigarette in his hand, and exhaled a puff of smoke, "Little girl, you are quite arrogant. Xiao Man has been asked by Master Mang. Are you sure you want him?"
Zhao Xiaoyue leaned on the sofa and said, "It looks good to me. I'll buy it back and use it as a replacement item."
Mr. Yi crossed his arms and said, "Okay, as long as you can convince Mr. Python, half the price will be fine."
Zhang Xiaomeng muttered to himself, Oh my god, ten thousand dollars to buy a person, this is too expensive, and that's after a discount.
Zhao Xiaoyue turned around and left.
It’s even easier for Mr. Python.
The casino had another exit, and Zhao Xiaoyue blocked it directly. "Master, how do we convince that guy? He looks like he's not easy to mess with."
Zhao Xiaoyue took a sip of water and said, "Let's talk about it after he comes out."
Mr. Mang really had to go back today. When the group came out, he saw the girl leaning against his car. He winked at the bodyguard, who immediately stepped forward to drive her away.
Zhao Xiaoyue said in fluent North African, "Helmes is secretly reselling weapons."
The words rang like thunder in Mr. Mang's ears. The bodyguards and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. "What did you say?"
Zhao Xiaoyue took a few steps forward and asked, "Can I have a word with you?"
Master Mang looked dangerous, "Oh, where did you come from? How dare you talk to me like that!"
"Last year, while you were away, Helms secretly sold a batch of heavy weapons ammunition to..."
Master Mang interrupted in time, "Let's talk over there."
Zhao Xiaoyue curled her lips in satisfaction, you really know how to deal with the current situation, otherwise I would have dug you out completely!
Zhang Xiaomeng's admiration was as great as the flood of Pujiang River. If he could even scare the South American python, what kind of godly figure must be at the helm!
Mang Ye and Zhao Xiaoyue walked to a slightly further place, "Tell me, how did you know?"
Zhao Xiaoyue didn't say too much nonsense. "If you don't believe me, you can ask your people to check whether Helms' recent activities are in the ports in North America."
The firm tone made Master Mang dare not gamble anymore. "What are your conditions? Who are you?"
Helms was one of his men in charge of munitions, and he surrendered halfway.
Now he remembered many suspicious things about this man, such as a compulsive gambler who suddenly stopped coming here!
Zhao Xiaoyue looked at Master Mang's expression and said, "I only want one person." She pointed at the person who was being held at the back and said, "That person belongs to me!"
Mr. Mang had already pulled out his gun, and the moment he pulled the safety, he was hit in the stomach.
"Master Python, I only want that man. If you were a few hours late, the entire arsenal would probably be clear."
After hearing this, Master Mang's pupils shrank, "Let's go back!"
That was his family fortune, and that bastard Helms actually secretly sold his arms. No matter whether the news was true or false, he would rather kill the wrong person than let him go.
The group left quickly and in a mighty manner, leaving the comic exhibition behind at the end.
Life and death do not know!
Zhao Xiaoyue ran over quickly, helped the man up, and put her fingers on Manzhan's arm. His spleen was ruptured and he had severe anemia.
Zhao Xiaoyue took off the comic exhibition shirt and asked Zhang Xiaomeng to hold him while she massaged several major acupoints on his body to stimulate sexual activity.
Ten minutes later, Manzhan slowly opened his eyes and looked around, then fainted again.
Zhao Xiaoyue held back her tears and said, "Let's go, send him to the hospital."
Zhang Xiaomeng carried the person on his back and followed Zhao Xiaoyue to the hospital in a taxi.
Manzhan woke up in a sharp pain, and he felt his heart aching with pain.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Xiaoyue paused as she stimulated the acupoints, breathing so softly. "I asked you why you were pinching me?" Manzhan repeated it again.
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, but she said in a cold voice, "The doctor said you might not want to wake up, so I'll stimulate your acupuncture points! I know a little bit about Qi Huang's art."
Zhang Xiaomeng almost burst out laughing. He had just put away the needle that stabbed people at the helm. It was so long and thick.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
He remembered that he seemed to be in a dungeon, hiss...
Why was he in the dungeon? Wasn't he in the funeral parlor?
suffer?
Dealing with funeral affairs?
Whose funeral was it?
what happened?
The manga exhibition had a headache and wanted to pull out his hair. Zhao Xiaoyue quickly held his hand and said, "Don't move your head. You have been electrocuted on the temple. You are lucky to be alive."
The comic exhibition also remembered that they used electric batons in the dungeon, and finally someone put a light bulb in his mouth and connected wires to his head... It turned out that it was connected to his temple!
Zhao Xiaoyue felt very strange. Why did this person have a different expression every now and then? Now he was gloomy again.
I shed tears at the comic convention.
He was filled with sadness. Someone suddenly collapsed and died two months after being brain dead!
Then he opened his eyes wide for no apparent reason. What happened to him? Why was his mind so messed up?
He frowned and stared at the person in front of the bed, "You saved me?"
Zhao Xiaoyue remained calm and said, "Well, how about being touched?"
In her previous life, she was severely controlled by the comic convention, and now she wants to control him to death for saving her life.
Manzhan chuckled, "Look at the bandages tied up all over my body, do you dare to move?" He twisted his body tentatively, "Hiss~ I had surgery on my stomach! I dare not move!"
Puff! Cough cough cough! Puff, puff!
Zhao Xiaoyue glared at Zhang Xiaomeng and said, "Go outside and laugh!"
"Yes! Puff puff!"
"That's right, I guess he ate too many radishes!" Manzhan added.
Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes lit up. Oh, he is still so sharp-tongued.
"Why are you looking at me? I'll give you as much money as you want." The person on the bed closed his eyes and dozed off.
In his impression, he had saved a lot of money, a lot of money. There were only two reasons why this man saved himself: one was for looks, and the other was for money.
"That's too formal..."
A quick glance at the comic convention really opened my eyes, "Little girl, you are not my type!"
It turns out it’s not for money, haha!
How many people came for his face? I can't remember.
I really want to destroy this face, but... it would hurt too much.
The thing I fear most in this life is pain.