Not sure if Zhou Wei could see him in the dark, Wang Jin turned his head and made an OK sign to him, then walked to the fire door on the 32nd floor quietly.

But he soon realized something was wrong:

the footsteps downstairs were too heavy and messy, and it was obvious that there were many people coming, and almost all of them were men.

Wang Jin frowned: According to the original plan, there shouldn't be so many people who would call out to his sister Wang Jiamei downstairs.

But even though he thought so, he still stretched his head out carefully and vaguely saw a beam of flashlight light appear in the corridor.

Within two seconds, a dark, fat, medium-sized, and sinister man appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Behind him, a group of people followed fiercely, led by a fierce man with a flashlight and a machete in his hand and a scar on his face.

Among those people, there were young guys in black work clothes and middle-aged men in regular daily clothes.

What was even more unexpected to him was that his sister Wang Jiamei walked at the end with fresh blood stains on the corners of her mouth and a look of despair.

"Biao, Brother Biao."

A trace of fear flashed through Wang Jin's eyes, and the remaining excitement and joy in his heart disappeared instantly, but he still suppressed his inner anger and said in a flattering manner:

"Brother Biao, what wind brought you here!"

His voice was obviously much louder when he said the following sentence.

Ma Longbiao looked at him meaningfully, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

But the scarred man next to him twitched the muscles at the corners of his lips and sneered maliciously.

Zhou Wei, who was about to open the last marble, paused, hurriedly took back the wire in his hand and put it in his bag, and then walked quickly towards his door.

When the people were halfway there, Ma Longbiao and his group had already walked to the fire door.

No one spoke, as if waiting for his order.

"Brother Biao." Zhou Wei bent down and whispered, but glanced at the group of people behind him.

Unfortunately, the light was very dim, and Wang Jiamei was walking at the end of the team.

At this moment, only one fire door was open, and he didn't see anything.

Ma Longbiao stopped at the fire door, looked at 3201 with a fierce and vigilant look, then looked at 3204, and then lowered his voice and said: "Let's talk inside!"

"Okay."

Zhou Wei glanced at Wang Jin, who was secretly winking at him and hinting at him, hesitated for a second, and finally led everyone to the door of his house.

A group of people entered the house one after another, filling up the originally empty living room and dining room area.

The door "banged" and was gently closed by the last guy who came in and locked it with a "click".

The guy who closed the door did not follow everyone into the house, but stood behind the door in a well-trained manner, his eyes fixed on the cat's eye.

Ma Longbiao glanced at the room, and his eyes followed the light of the scarred man's flashlight and stopped in the corner of the living room near the second bedroom.

In the corner, the thin and weak Wen Wanli was like seeing a demon, her eyes were full of fear and her body was shaking like a sieve.

She bent her waist slightly, stretched out her scarred hands, and held the small Zhou Haoyue tightly in her arms.

Zhou Haoyue buried his head in her arms.

Because she was facing away from the crowd, she couldn't see the scene clearly, but she could hear the messy footsteps. At this moment, her small body was also trembling slightly.

Zhou Wei finally saw his wife Wang Jiamei, who was huddled in the crowd with a wound on the corner of her mouth. A surge of angry blood rushed to his head from the bottom of his feet.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and resisted the impulse in his heart, took a relatively high stool from the side and put it behind Ma Longbiao:

"Brother Biao, please sit down."

Ma Longbiao glanced at him coldly and sat down.

A young man in black work clothes next to him had taken out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and shook it, then handed it to him respectfully.

Ma Longbiao casually took out a cigarette from it, and the young man immediately took out a lighter to help him light the cigarette.

He put the cigarette in front of his mouth and took a slow puff, his cold eyes fixed on Zhou Wei who was standing beside him with his head slightly lowered.

The scarred man beside him followed Ma Longbiao's gaze, raised the flashlight to shine on Zhou Wei's face, and twitched the corners of his mouth with ill intent.

The others stood there quietly without making a sound.

The room was like a scene of a struggle session, and suddenly fell into silence, with only the sound of heavy rain coming from the French window.

"Auntie, are they gone?" Zhou Haoyue, who was hiding in Wen Wanli's arms, asked cautiously in a crying voice while sniffing.

She wanted to turn her head back to look, but was hugged by Wen Wanli.

Hearing her voice, Ma Longbiao, who was smoking in a thoughtful manner, showed a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, then raised his chin forward and said, "Hmm?"

The people around him in black work clothes understood instantly and took out a few pieces of stained rags from their trouser pockets.

At the same time, several other people in black work clothes came forward in pairs and restrained Wang Jin, Wang Jiamei, Wen Wanli, and Zhou Haoyue.

Before they could shout, the rags in their hands were crumpled into a ball and stuffed into their mouths.

"No!"

"Mmmmm!"

"Help!"

"Mmmmm!"

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The middle-aged men in ordinary clothes who followed the scarred man saw this, and their pupils shrank, and their eyes were full of panic.

Wang Jiamei saw that her daughter was also stuffed with rags, and her body struggled and whimpered to resist. The people next to her slapped her directly.

The slap was too hard, and it happened to be near her eyes and temples. Wang Jiamei's eyes were dazed for a while.

Seeing this, the blue veins on Zhou Wei's forehead bulged up.

But he didn't choose to resist, even though his back teeth were about to break. Instead, his burly body knelt down in front of Ma Longbiao with a "thump!"

"Brother Biao, I was wrong! It was all my idea. Please let my family go!"

"Wuwuwuwu!" The few people whose mouths were stuffed with rags were also in tears and twisting their bodies wildly.

They did not beg for mercy, but their eyes were full of unwillingness and despair.

"Brother Biao, they are coming up." The young man who was guarding the cat's eye before walked over quickly and whispered.

Ma Longbiao didn't even raise his eyelids: "Let them in."

The door opened with a "creak" and closed gently with a "click".

A young man in black clothes walked in with a middle-aged couple with distracted eyes.

There were some blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

There was no rag stuffed in their mouths, but the two did not say a word.

They also staggered when they walked.

"Brother Biao, according to your instructions, we kept the two of them and dealt with the rest." The young man walked closer and reported in a low voice.

Zhou Wei's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he shuddered all over.

Ma Longbiao didn't say anything, but looked at Zhou Wei and said, "Stretch out your hands."

Zhou Wei, who was kneeling, didn't understand what was going on, so he stretched out his hands with his palms facing up.