That place is a bit far, it takes more than half an hour to ride there. I should have locked him up that far away. When he got off the bike, his buttocks were damp from sweating.
This awful weather, why does it have to rain?
Arriving at the dilapidated ruins, it is said that this place was once a very prosperous place decades ago, what kind of mansion was it?
They've fallen on hard times; the windows have been gone for decades. The reason they chose to lock people up here is because it's in the middle of nowhere.
If a person runs away and has no sense of direction, they will get lost and die on the road.
He heard panting sounds when he got upstairs, so he quickly walked up and saw that they were indeed torturing someone.
Song Weidong lay on the ground like a stray dog, a rope tied around his neck, forcing him to kneel. If he lost his footing even slightly, someone behind him would kick him.
Then he remembered that he hadn't brought a hood, but then he thought that it didn't really matter whether he brought one or not.
So he strode in and said, "Alright, you can let him go now."
The leader, Xiaoshan, loosened his grip on the rope, and the man fell face-first into the dirt with a thud, unable to get up.
"Big brother, do we not need to turn it off?"
Brother Biao walked up to Song Weidong and saw that he had his head bowed very low. He grabbed the back of Song Weidong's collar and said, "Don't pretend anymore. Look up at me."
Song Weidong raised his head and looked at Brother Biao in front of him. He couldn't help but tremble all over. "What are you going to do? Are you going to torture me again? I've said everything I can say. Please let me go! Okay!"
Brother Biao raised his hand and slapped his right cheek, once or twice, then gradually increased the force, finally slapping him hard with a loud "smack".
Song Weidong leaned back with a thud, raising a cloud of dust around him. He quickly stood up.
Song Weidong felt like he had been cursed for eight lifetimes. If he had known it would turn out this way, he would never have abandoned Lu Zhixia under any circumstances.
Brother Biao clapped his hands. "Alright, you can go now. Don't tell anyone what happened here, and don't even think about reporting it to the police to get out of trouble!" He slowly walked to his side. "I've been in this business for so many years, I know all sorts of people. I can go in and still live, but you won't survive. Those people have all sorts of ways to torture people!" He patted his left cheek again. "Especially pretty boys like you with delicate skin, they hate you the most!"
Song Weidong nodded repeatedly, "I promise I won't do anything, I just beg you to let me go."
Brother Biao waved to the people in the distance, "Put a hood on him and send him out. We'll need this place again!"
Upon hearing this, the men immediately found hoods, put them on Song Weidong's head, and then each of them grabbed one of his hands and led him out.
Song Weidong felt himself walking forward continuously. At first, he was pleasantly surprised, but later he was afraid that they wanted to take him to the mountain, dig a hole, and bury him. He felt uneasy.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move until he was pushed to the ground.
I don't know how much time passed, but when I felt that there were no people around, I took off the hood.
Then he found himself on the side of a desolate road, with no one around and no cars in sight.
In other words, he was really released. This feeling of surviving a disaster is something that people who haven't experienced it can't understand.
He quickly got up from the ground and walked forward along the road, hoping to be rescued if he encountered a car.
Once Biao Ge's two men saw that the person had gone far away, they turned around and went back, quickly returning to the small building in the ruins.
When Brother Biao saw them return, he asked, "How did it go? Did you send the person away?"
The man said, "We've already taken him away. We took him to the side of the road and watched him walk away. He shouldn't be able to find us here!"
Brother Biao was relieved after hearing this, then stood up and said to them, "You've worked hard these past two days. Go back and get some rest. I'll let you know if there's any more work!" He then took out some money from his pocket and gave each of them 20 yuan. "Take this home and have some drinks and snacks. I'll pay you back when I earn more money!"
Immediately, someone flattered him, saying, "Brother Biao has already spent more than enough money; we've only been watching for two days!"
Brother Biao was very satisfied with his answer. "Okay, you've got guts. I'll think of you first if I need anything in the future!"
The man's face lit up with a smile. "Okay, Brother Biao, I'll give you a ride."
Brother Biao felt that this matter had been handled perfectly. Now it was up to Song Weidong's own fate. If he couldn't find a car, then he could die of thirst or starvation on the way. Anyway, it had nothing to do with them!
Thinking of this, I told them, "If anyone asks about Song Weidong, you must say you don't know anything about him, and never say you know him!"
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