Chapter 2 Making a Phone Call

"Be good and tell me." The man's low voice sounded like a devil's whisper in my ear.

Liang Pin felt a chill. It was hard to say whether he felt disgusted or liked her. It was an indescribable feeling that made him want to escape from it all.

"No...I can't say it." Liang Pin suppressed the discomfort in his heart and spoke tremblingly. His eyes wandered and he thought of that person.

"Oh, you don't want to tell?" The man smiled playfully, and his left hand, which was stroking Liang Pin's back, slowly moved downwards.

Feeling the direction of the man's hand, Liang Pin could not care about anything else and suddenly struggled hard, twisting left and right to get off.

But the man was holding him too tightly, Liang Pin couldn't break free at all. But he was really afraid of what would happen next, so he forced his left hand free and punched the man in the face with his left fist.

The man was not paying attention for a moment and was punched. The punch stunned both of them for a moment.

The man let go of Liang Pin in his arms, stroked his cheek with his left hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looked down at the blood on his fingertips, and sneered.

"It seems you don't understand your situation."

Liang Pin, who had broken free from his restraints, slowly stepped back, looking at the thick iron chain under his feet. He did not pay attention to what was behind him for a moment and tripped over the edge of the bed and fell onto it.

Seeing this, the man stood up, walked quickly to the bedside, and leaned over to press Liang Pin. He raised one of Liang Pin's hands above his head with his left hand, and tightly pinched Liang Pin's neck with his right hand. He stared at him and said harshly: "Do you think you have a choice? I don't want to hurt you. Tell me and you can leave."

Liang Pin felt the hand on his neck getting tighter and tighter, making it harder to breathe. He struggled with his hands, trying to push the man's hand away in order to breathe.

The man looked at Liang Pin struggling like this, and felt annoyed, so he loosened his hand that was pinching his neck.

Liang Pin, who regained his breathing freedom, gasped for air and coughed continuously due to the pain in his throat. The man looked at him, frowned, and asked coldly, "Why don't you say it?"

"Cough, cough, cough, if you have the guts... strangle me to death, do you dare?" Liang Pin had difficulty responding.

Hiss, that’s a headache.

The man sneered and quickly reached out to Liang Pin's pants, trying to pull them down. Liang Pin panicked and lost all thoughts. He looked at the man in horror, coughing and shaking his head, holding his belt tightly. "No, no... don't, cough cough cough, cough cough... no..."

"You're not afraid of death, so why are you afraid of this?" The man didn't stop his movements. Both of them were very strong. After a tug, the pants broke an inch above the knee. The man was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the pants to be of such poor quality. He sneered and looked at Liang Pin: "Huh, this works."

Liang Pin felt the coolness on his legs, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. In the past, it was okay to expose his thighs when he and his younger brother went to the big bathhouse to take a bath, but now it feels very strange. Liang Pin's eyes turned red, and his cheeks were flushed, whether because of anger or something else.

Liang Pin, who was restrained, accidentally saw the trunk of the Brazilian wood tree on the windowsill being rubbed by the big beetle next to it, and he couldn't help but shudder. He was angry and anxious, but he was a straight man! The soil can be killed but not humiliated.

Liang Pin resisted fiercely, thinking that even being beaten to death would be better than such humiliation. But the man was surprisingly strong, and no matter how he struggled, he could not escape the man's restraint. Thinking of what might happen next, Liang Pin became more and more anxious, and after struggling to no avail, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Wow, how can you be like this? I have been in the martial arts world for many years, and I have never seen anyone like you. If you have the guts, let's fight again, wuwuwuwu." The man looked at Liang Pin crying and found it a little funny: "You can't beat me."

"Wuwuwu, who said that? I've never... lost a fight." Liang Pin said with sobs. The man looked at him and thought he was very cute. He stopped teasing him and took out Liang Pin's phone and handed it to him.

"Call your friends and tell them that you are going abroad for a vacation. Let's set the deadline at... one month."

"I don't."

"Or do you want to continue what we were doing?"

…

After calming down, in order to maintain his "innocence", Liang Pin picked up the phone and started calling one by one.

"Xiao Wang, your Master Liang is going abroad to have some fun. Please keep an eye on West Street. That's all. Don't contact me unless necessary. Bye."

"Hey, Li Zi, I won't be coming to the shop for the time being. You take care of the shop... I'll let that guy handle the products. Don't contact me unless necessary."

"Ah Fei, I've been busy lately..."

"Xiao Zhang..."

"Grandson..."

"Old Yang..."

"Brother Wei..."

…

Half an hour had passed since the call ended. The man watched Liang Pin dial one number after another in silence.

"You are such a busy man."

"Of course not. The whole city of A respects me. So, now you know who you have offended!"

"Okay, just stay here and don't play any tricks. There is a signal jammer here. If I want, no one can locate here." After the man said this, he picked up Liang Pin's phone and put it in his pocket, preparing to go out.

"Where... are you going?" Liang Pin asked reluctantly.

The man turned around to look at Liang Pin, straightened his suit which was wrinkled due to the "trouble" just now, and said coldly: "If you don't tell me who he is, I will find him myself."

Alansong left the room on the third floor, walked down the stairs at the corner, and came to the study on the second floor. He watched the monitor and saw Liang Pin sitting on the bed fiddling with his worn-out pants. He picked up the phone and called a number called Abin.

"Abin, can this be kept secret from the family?"

"It's hard to say, but fortunately you didn't show up during the whole process, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Unlike the anti-corruption campaign next door, not only can those whose accounts have been reported not be able to speak out, but even their personal safety is not guaranteed."

"Okay, keep me informed if there's any movement."

Alan Song hung up the phone, opened the social software, and looked at the current public opinion trends.

Due to the silence, the heat of the incident faded very quickly, and now only a small number of people in the circle know the whole story, and most people don't even know about it. It's like a stone thrown into the sea, with only a layer of ripples.

In fact, after buying the hot and sour noodles for inspection that day, Alansong had already understood from the repeated confrontations with Liang Pin that Liang Pin was not the one in charge of the production chain, but was just the seller in the open, or the young man who was pushed to the surface. But Liang Pin was the only one in the whole city of A who knew the man behind the scenes...

Alan Song couldn't help but recall the second meeting with Liang Pin.

That was when he came to the shop with the test report after the test was completed. Coincidentally, Liang Pin was also in the shop at that time.

The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze made the willow branches at the door of Liangpin Bakery sway.

"Why can't you detect vermicelli in your hot and sour vermicelli?"

The waiter Li Zi came forward to comfort Asong and said, "Dear customer, please wait patiently. The boss is right in the store.

Liang Pin was wearing a baseball cap and holding a lollipop in his mouth.

This time Asong saw it clearly.

A young man in his twenties, his dark brown hair seemed to be caressed by the sun, giving people a sense of youthful warmth. He had a gentle and handsome appearance, yet he was resolute and had a refusal to admit defeat.

Liang Pin raised his chin and nodded at Asong.

"Are you the one looking for trouble?"

At the same time, Liang Pin was also looking at the young man in front of him who was dressed in a suit. The man in the custom-made blue high-end suit was tall and well-built, with a high nose bridge as straight as a pine tree, and his carefully groomed hair was black and shiny, neatly combed to both sides. His sharp jawline outlined the man's cold and three-dimensional perfect face, and his sharp red phoenix eyes stared at him coldly.

The most surprising thing was that the color of the man's eyes glowed slightly blue under the sunlight, and he exuded an innate and powerful aura, as if he could control everything.

Even though Liang Pin had seen many handsome men and beautiful women, he was still stunned for a moment by the handsomeness of the man in front of him.