"Mom, mom, mom!
Okay, okay, your hand doesn’t hurt anymore! "
Meng Zhihui was stunned by his mother's actions. He only came to his senses after seeing her beat the two men into pig heads.
He quickly stepped forward to dissuade them, pulled An Mi off Meng Jianguo, and checked her red hands. After all, the action of force is mutual.
“It doesn’t hurt, it feels so good, I should have done this a long time ago.
The novel that Sanbao recommended was indeed correct. It really feels good to tear apart the scumbag men and bitches with your own hands."
An Mi shook her numb right hand, smoothed her hair, straightened her clothes, and looked at her son with a smile. There was a light in her eyes, a light of excitement.
"Anmi, there are such big rice plants here, how dare you make a nest!"
Meng Jianguo was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He finally managed to say something, but it was unclear and he was grimacing in pain.
"What, I just hit you!
If you have the guts, call the police now and accuse me of domestic violence!"
An Mi looked at the two pig-headed faces with disdain, and felt very happy.
"Miss, everything is packed!"
At this time, several men in black came down from upstairs, carrying several large suitcases, and asked An Mi respectfully.
"Send the things first, leave one car for me, and the others go back first."
An Mi waved her hand, signaling the men in black to leave first. Meng Zhihui and Meng Jianguo were still confused as to when so many men in black appeared.
It turned out that when An Mi came just now, their attention was all here, and no one noticed that four men in black went upstairs to pack up their things. Of course, they were all An Mi's own things.
"Yes, Miss!" Several people responded in unison and left with their suitcases.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Meng Zhihui asked puzzledly.
"Nothing, I bought a house out there and just finished decorating it these past two days. I came back today to move my things in!"
An Mi felt a little tired, so she sat on the sofa and ignored Meng Jianguo.
"That's great. I'll go over and see if there's a room ready for me."
"Of course, you two brothers have it!"
"Let's go and take a look!"
The mother and son walked out as they talked. When they reached the door, Meng Zhihui stopped again and turned back to Meng Jianguo.
"Here's some sound advice for you. Just pretend you never had Meng Chenlang. Don't bother looking for him anymore. He's messed with someone he shouldn't have."
Meng Zhihui looked at him steadily and spoke word by word.
"What do you mean, do you know who kidnapped Chen Lang?
You know it, right? Tell me, who is it?"
When Meng Jianguo heard the meaning of his words, hope arose again. He grabbed him and asked anxiously.
"Humph, it's better if you don't know.
He and the sons of the Zhu and Chang families had offended the wrong people, and it had caused a huge mess.
If you don’t believe me, just wait and see. In three days at most, both of their companies will be closed down.
If you want the Meng Group to suffer as well, just keep looking. I don’t care anyway!
H City is about to change, just wait and see!"
After Meng Zhihui finished speaking, he left with An Mi without paying any attention to Meng Jianguo who was still in a daze, leaving Meng Jianguo with a dazed look on his face and Yaya huddled on the sofa.
*
Dungeon.
"Stand still, everyone!
Today's class is about posture. You must always pay attention to your posture so that the guests will be happy."
In a closed space, Meng Chenlang, Zhu Yuanyu, and Chang Wenqi stood straight, wearing only a pair of underwear.
His body was covered with scars, which were obviously whip marks. They were everywhere, on his back, arms, and legs. The only place without them was his chest.
The three men no longer had the arrogance they once had on their faces; instead, there was only fear and confusion.
A woman in a mask holding a small metal stick.
"Don't think you are still the high and mighty young master. There is no distinction between high and low here.
Now that you're here, you have to follow the rules. Go, do three hundred deep lunges. This will also lay the foundation for your future!
You will be auctioned off tomorrow, I hope you find a good owner."
After the woman finished speaking, she opened the door and left.
"Woo, woo, when will someone rescue us?"
"Woo, woo, this is no place for people to stay! I want to go home!"
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be like this!"
"Is it all his fault?"
Chang Wenqi and Zhu Yuanyu couldn't stand it anymore. Only after they saw everyone leave did they dare to take a deep breath. They couldn't help sobbing and began to blame Meng Chenlang for not saying a word.
Meng Chenlang did not respond to their words. His expression was not right. He mechanically made the deep squat movement with a dull look in his eyes.
His drug addiction came back. He had been caught here for several days and had not touched flour. However, the inhumane treatment he suffered every day made it easier for him to get over his drug addiction.
Chang Wenqi and Zhu Yuanyu were different. They had both been injected with cartilage powder. Although it was a drug still under research, the effect was still very obvious.
I don’t know how many times I fell these days, and I got beaten quite a lot.
During these few days, the three of them experienced all the sufferings of the world, and no one could help them, no matter how much they cried out to heaven or earth.
Needless to say, they were terrified when they heard that they were going to be auctioned off tomorrow.
"We have to find a way to escape, they're going to sell us out!"
"What should I do? I don't want to be sold to Africa!"
"I don't want to be sold to Africa either! Woohoo, will we be able to get in and out alive?"
As they spoke, their bodies began to tremble, and their eyes were filled with fear. They had heard others say yesterday that people from all over the world would come to the auction.
Especially people from African countries like people with oriental faces, but I heard that those people are very perverted.
However, the more they fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
The next night, well, it should be night, because it’s impossible to tell whether it’s day or night in the dungeon.
They had no way to tell time, and their cell phones had been taken away when they were arrested. They had nothing left on their bodies except a pair of underwear.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you're all looking forward to the next auction item!"
A grand auction is being held on the first floor of the dungeon, where everything is available except drugs.
Antiques, calligraphy and paintings, fine jewelry, land and houses, anything that cannot be traded openly can be traded here, even arms and human trafficking, whatever you can think of, can be found here.
The masked host raised his hand and pointed at the huge object covered with a notice behind him.
It was as if someone knew what was inside and was whistling, waiting for the curtain to be lifted.
The staff pulled back the cover and saw a few cages, with several men and women inside, looking very miserable.
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