Zanlong drove away, Balu opened the door and got out of the car, Fuchai started the engine and followed with excitement screaming.
Yana walked to Boha's car, opened the door and got in. Just as she was about to take out her cell phone to call Zhanpeng to ask him what tricks he was playing, the door was opened and the man she hadn't seen for many years sat in the back with a stern face.
"Drive to the villa." After saying this, Baru closed his eyes and didn't say another word.
Yana was already afraid of Baru and didn't dare to talk to him. When she saw his cold face, she was even more afraid to speak.
But she knew that Baru couldn't have come to Country M for no reason. Could something have really happened to Zhan Peng? Wasn't his absence these past few days a change of tactics?
Finally, unable to overcome the doubts in her heart, she pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice,
"Where's Barut Chanpong?"
"Your man, ask me?" The other party spoke in a cold voice, with a chill in his tone.
"They said Zhan Peng was missing. I didn't believe it, but you showed up here today. I felt..."
"Do you think we have nothing to do after eating all day and come here to play chase with you two? Are you that valuable? Do you know how much I paid for this trip? It's just that Zhan Peng treats you like a treasure, it's a bad habit..."
He had no place to vent his anger, and his rage was rising to the top of his head.
It was not until this moment that Yana truly believed that something had happened to Zhan Peng. Her face gradually turned pale and her voice trembled.
"I know, Balu, I know I'm stupid and incompetent, but please, please save Zhan Peng. He's the child's father. Without him, Zhan Zhan won't be able to grow up..."
Zhan Peng has made countless enemies in northern Myanmar. As long as he is alive, Zhan Zhan has a protective umbrella. If he dies, there will be no one in this world who can protect her son and help him grow up safely.
"Now you know he's the father? What were you doing before? Why didn't you think about the child when you were cheating on Zhan Peng with this weird guy?"
"What wild man? What cuckold?" She stared at the irritable man opposite with eyes full of tears.
"Zanlong is my friend. I have nothing to do with him. He just wants to go back to Thailand to develop his career and suggested that I go back with him." Even though she was afraid of this man, Yana still argued with him angrily.
"Hmph, whatever. She's not my wife anyway. I don't care. As long as you find Zhan Peng, I won't even bother to watch you make a fuss." Baru's Adam's apple moved.
"Think carefully about who Zhan Peng has been in contact with recently, or whether he has behaved in any unusual manner."
Yana wiped her tears and thought carefully.
"He stayed home all day taking care of the kids and rarely came out. The only possibility is that he beat up Zanlong a few times, but Zanlong is just a businessman. He didn't have the ability to capture Zhanpeng, nor did he have the motive to do so."
Baru narrowed his eyes slightly, "Has he ever beaten that Zanlong?"
Yana nodded.
The man didn't say anything else. He took out his cell phone and made a call. The call was quickly connected.
"Go check if Zanlong has had contact with anyone recently, as soon as possible."
"Yes, Brother Long."
After hanging up the phone, Baru didn't say another word until he entered the villa.
"You are finally back. This little girl can really cry." Biaozi wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly stuffed Danmin into Yana's arms.
The little girl cried so hard that Yana frowned and carried her to the bedroom upstairs.
"Brother Lu, is there anything going on?" Biaozi came over and asked.
"Still investigating." The man pressed his index finger against his swollen temple, his chest feeling restless.
"Las Vegas is just like northern Myanmar, with all sorts of monsters and demons everywhere. I wonder who has gotten into trouble with Brother Zhan this time." Biaozi took a gulp of water from a bottle. "After all, this isn't our territory. We're restricted in what we do here."
"If it were in Myanmar, few would dare to touch Zhan Peng. It's precisely because he's in dire straits that all the wild dogs and boars want to get close to him."
Baru played with the lighter in his hand, "Is Fuchai back?"
"Didn't he go out with you? Why didn't he come back with you?" Biaozi asked casually.
"Call him and ask what's going on. Damn, it's only been a short time since we last fought, and it's so hard to beat someone up?"
"Who did you ask him to beat? Why didn't you leave this good thing to me?" Biaozi complained, took out his cell phone and called Fu Chai.
The other end rang until it automatically hung up.
Biaozi looked up at Balu.
The man opposite had a tense expression on his face, so cold that ice chips could form on his face. "Hit me again!"
The ease on Biaozi's face completely disappeared. He pursed his lips and dialed again, but the phone kept ringing until it automatically hung up.
Baru could no longer sit still, so he stood up and walked out the door.
"Biaozi, drive. You followed Zanlong before and know where he lives. Look for him in the direction of his home." The man's eyes were red and veins bulged with anxiety.
Biaozi trotted after him, "Brother, Fu Cai wouldn't fall into that grandson's trap, right?"
"I hope not. If he dares to touch my people, I guarantee that his fate will be even worse than what happened to his father a few years ago."
Biaozi gritted his teeth, got in the car, started it quickly, and sped towards Zanlong's house.
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In the middle of the night, there are no stars or moon...
The desert prison has an outer wall that has been eroded and mottled by the dry wind. Going inside along the base of the wall, huge searchlights flash around from time to time. The tall iron net surrounds the entire building tightly. All the people imprisoned here are desperate criminals. Every year, there are fearless people who try to escape from prison, but no one has ever escaped.
Walking along the cold prison building, there is an inconspicuous small door at the end of the first floor. When you open the door, a mixture of sour smell, sweat, blood and urine smell hits you in the face, almost taking your breath away.
The black guard holding an AK cursed and walked inside unhappily. He was no longer surprised by the strange noises coming from the small cells on both sides.
At the end, there is a "special" cell that is rarely opened. Even the outer door is triple-bulletproof. The surrounding walls, including the underground, are all poured with special materials. It can be said that there is no way to go up to the sky and no door to go down to the earth. Once you enter here, you can either walk out from the main gate or rot to death inside.
The black guard took a look inside through the narrow observation port, saw nothing unusual, and turned to leave.
Inside the bulletproof door, there was only a dim light above the head. I could vaguely see black blood splattered all over the wall, layer upon layer, with various words written on it in an unknown material.
Squeak~
The man sitting in the corner moved to stretch his muscles, and the heavy chains on his hands and feet began to make irritating noises, which made people feel inexplicably angry.
The man's hair was disheveled, and his floral shirt had lost all its former splendor and had even become strips of cloth. One could vaguely see the wounds crisscrossing his honey-colored, strong muscles. Some were white, some were bleeding, but most of them had become inflamed and were starting to accumulate pus.
The skin on his hands and feet, where they had come into contact with the rusty chains, had been completely rubbed raw, but the man seemed to be oblivious, completely unconcerned. He mentally calculated the time for the guards to arrive for inspections. Once they had left, he suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils still dangerously bright, filled with murderous intent...
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