Chapter 3

On the dark road, a black ASTON MARTIN Vanquish sped past.

The party was held in the suburbs, some distance from the nearest police station. Sis found a tie, tied the boy's hands to the passenger seat, and drove him there.

The little lamb only shouted a few words when he was held down by him at the beginning. Sis didn't understand what he said and glared at him threateningly.

The timid boy quickly shut up, his body trembling slightly, but he didn't even dare to hum.

Now Sis began to understand why his nickname was "Oil Rat". He was indeed as timid as a rat.

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Is he going to die?

Fang Chen wondered desperately where this man would take him, maybe to some remote factory, tie him up with chains, and then saw off his limbs with an electric saw.

This is how it's played out in American horror movies.

The boy wanted to curl himself up into a ball, cursing himself in his heart for being so careless and risking his life for a little money.

The little lamb was shaking violently. The passenger seat was wide enough for him to curl up pitifully. From Sith's angle, he could just see the little lamb's tail sticking up, a small furry ball that seemed to be shaking slightly with the trembling of its owner.

Because of this posture, the already short flower-bud pants were pushed up even more, and the leg flesh at the edge of the trouser legs was squeezed out, pouting a light pink color.

Sith's gaze lingered for two more seconds before glancing away.

He frankly admitted that this was a little lamb that suited his taste in every way, but he would not show him any more mercy, let alone let him go.

The car continued to move forward until it was stopped by a roadblock and several policemen waved their batons to signal it to stop.

Fang Chen's eyes lit up and he sat up straight quickly.

There is help!

But when Sith next to him glanced at him, he immediately shrank back and buried his head like a quail.

The two policemen had approached, and Sis opened the car door and got out.

"Sir, are you going back to the city?"

The police were very polite, probably because the sports car was so eye-catching.

"The ground ahead collapsed and is being repaired. The road is temporarily closed. You may need to take a detour."

Sith frowned.

This road is the fastest way to get to the city center. If you want to take a detour, you may have to travel twice as far.

If it was just him, it wouldn't matter, but he had someone else in the car...

"Sir, is there anyone else in your car?"

The police officer suddenly asked. Sis raised an eyebrow and turned to look in the direction of his car. The little lamb became bolder, leaning forward, pressing his entire face against the glass, his mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something loudly.

Unfortunately, the car is very well sealed and no sound can get through.

Why not just hand this bad guy over to the police right here? Have them hand him over to the headquarters?

But soon, this idea was suppressed by Sith.

In such a deserted place, with only a small tin house and two policemen on temporary duty, it is hard to guarantee that something will not happen if such a little lamb is sent there.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the Sith.

But the image of the young man curled up and shivering suddenly appeared in his mind.

Forget it, since he was the one who caught him.

He is always responsible for safety on the road.

Seeing that one of the policemen had already walked to the side of the car, Sis suddenly said, "There is no one else in the car."

"Sir, are you kidding?" The policeman looked at the boy in the car and spread his hands. "Perhaps you could take off your mask before talking."

Sis raised the corner of his lip, "Of course."

He took off the gray wolf's mask, revealing an overly handsome and oppressive face.

The policeman was stunned. "Cess Bolton?"

He couldn't help but recognize it. After all, this face appeared on major posters almost as frequently as celebrities, and he was just as handsome as those celebrities.

There are rumors that Sis's mother has some Irish ancestry, so his eyes are gray-blue, his eyebrows and cheekbones are as deep as if carved by a knife, his jawline is sharp and angular, and his thin lips reveal a cold and distant look when slightly pursed.

The policeman thought silently, no wonder it is so popular.

But he quickly put on a smile and said, "It's such an honor to meet you here."

There was no change in the expression on Sis's face. He just repeated coldly, "There's no one in my car."

"Of course!" the policeman said quickly, "We've checked the car, and there's nothing in it."

The coldness on Xisi's face finally faded a little, and he nodded lightly, "Excuse me."

After watching Sis get into the car, the policeman waved goodbye enthusiastically, "Have a nice evening."

The black sports car's engine roared, and it quickly reversed and turned onto another small road.

Fang Chen had no idea what had just happened outside. He couldn't hear any sound from outside. He had just mustered up all his courage to attract the police, but when he saw the police about to open the car door, he didn't know what the man said, and the police turned and left.

At that moment, Fang Chen felt like he was falling into an icy cave and felt that he was doomed.

After the man got in the car, he took him to another road without saying a word, which made Fang Chen very nervous. He always felt that this man would pull out a knife in the next second.

But he took off the mask.

Fang Chen took a look twice, then quickly looked away.

It was quite different from what he imagined. He thought the character would have a face full of scars or some defects. But this is normal. Isn't that how it is portrayed in those American horror movies?

The perverted murderer uses his handsome appearance to make people let down their guard and take his bait willingly.

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I don’t know what this little lamb is thinking about. His expression keeps changing and he always sneaks a glance over here.

The man gripped the steering wheel and suddenly said in a calm voice, "Do you like to walk into traps so much?"

This is the first time I’ve seen someone actively wanting the police to take him away. Doesn’t he know that he has offended someone he shouldn’t offend?

Too late!

Fang Chen shuddered and sat up slightly, but his head was still lowered, not daring to look up at anyone.

What does that mean? Is this a mockery of him?

Indeed, he was blinded by money and went for it whenever he saw a famous watch, otherwise he would not have ended up like this.

The boy shuddered twice, and said in a soft, trembling voice, "I'm sorry... can you let me go?"

The man scoffed, "Are you dreaming? But you can certainly use some sleep. This road will take all night."

Fang Chen bit his lip lightly.

Driving for so long, are we going to drive to the horizon?

But it's also good news. From what this person said, he won't kill himself for the time being.

He forced himself to calm down, thinking that maybe there was still a chance to survive.

If it were a little later, maybe Benjamin would have discovered that he was missing, but unfortunately his phone was handed to the storage rack when he entered the venue, and now he couldn't even send a message.

The most urgent task is to keep this man steady.

Fang Chen's spoken English was not good to begin with, and in such a tense moment, his speech was even more incoherent.

"I have money. Maybe you want money? Or anything else? I'll give it to you as long as you let me go."

Sith laughed in an ambiguous manner.

"Your money originally belonged to me, although I don't care."

He has the nerve to talk about the money he made from selling fake tickets to his games.

"As for the rest..."

The man stepped on the brakes and the car stopped suddenly.

He unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand and pressed himself towards Fang Chen's position. His aggressive gray-blue eyes fixed on the boy, and he asked with a half-smile, "What can you give me?"

Fang Chen's body stiffened. He swallowed and moved his lips, but he didn't dare to utter a single syllable.

The space of this sports car is not small, but at this moment Fang Chen feels inexplicably cramped and almost unable to breathe.

Fortunately, the man didn't say anything else. He looked at Fang Chen coldly twice, then withdrew his body, opened the car door and got out.

Only after the car door closed again did Fang Chen take two deep breaths.

He was so scared, he thought...

Fang Chen pursed his lips and looked out the window. He didn't know which road the car had driven onto. There were wastelands on both sides and not even a street light. However, there was a small gas station not far away, and there was a convenience store next to it.

After a while, he saw the man walking out of the store carrying a bag. Fang Chen quickly averted his gaze and lowered his head. He looked at the man with his eyes and nose, and his nose looked at his heart, as if he was a very obedient hostage.

The man got in the car and only took a bottle of energy drink from the bag, throwing the rest to Fang Chen.

He also untied the tie around Fang Chen's wrist.

Then he raised his chin and said concisely, "Eat!"

His wrists had been tied all the way, and now he could finally move them. Fang Chen quickly rubbed his wrists.

Sith took a glance and saw the bright red marks on the boy's fair and slender wrists. He frowned slightly.

The tie was the one he wore to an event last time. It cost six figures and was soft enough. What's more, it was tied by Sis himself. He knew that he didn't use any force at all.

This can also make it red.

Too delicate!

The man commented in his heart, but his eyes were still wandering on it.

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This person is looking at himself.

Fang Chen could sense that he didn't dare to look up, for fear of making eye contact, and silently opened the bag, which contained several bags of bread and milk.

What’s that? Wouldn’t it be fun to worry that he would starve to death?

But Fang Chen was indeed hungry, and he couldn't care too much at this moment. As long as he was alive for one second, he couldn't give up on himself.

He opened the package and took a big bite, his cheeks puffed up as he chewed hard.

Sis leaned back in his chair, watching the little lamb eat nonchalantly. He ate so seriously that the lamb ears on his head moved along with it.

Sending such a lamb to prison, the man could predict what would happen to him.

He is timid and delicate, and I don’t know where he gets the courage to sell fake tickets. Can he afford the consequences?

Sis felt inexplicably annoyed. He opened the car window a little, and a cold breeze blew in, bringing with it a hint of dampness.

It looks like there will be a heavy rain soon.

This is a country road. Not only is it long, but the road is also difficult to travel on. It will be even more troublesome if there is a heavy rain.

Sith remembered that there was an abandoned factory a little further up the road that could barely shelter them from the rain, but if that happened, they would probably have to spend the night there.

—and this little lamb.

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Irresponsible Mini-Theatre*

(The husband and wife wear a set of pajamas)

Fang Chen likes to wear Xisi's pajamas at home.

Because it was so large, he only needed to wear the top, and it worked on him like a nightgown.

This also resulted in the Sith often having to go shirtless.

But both of them thought it was great.

Fang Chen could bury his face in Xisi's pectoral muscles anytime and anywhere and take a few bites to his heart's content.

Xisi also skipped the step of taking off his pants and just picked Fang Chen up to enjoy him to his heart's content.