Mu Heng stood in the shadows, watching Ruan Mengmeng being haunted by nightmares all night long, his eyes dark and unclear.

When he saw that Ruan Mengmeng's fever was gradually subsiding, he walked out of the ward and dialed a number.

The person on standby in the dark was very surprised when he received the call.

"Young Master?" The man, hidden in the darkness like a ghost, respectfully greeted the person on the phone.

"I want to know what happened to Ruan Mengmeng five years ago. Clue: human trafficking." Mu Heng instructed his subordinate on the other end of the phone in a cold voice.

"Uh..." The man paused, caught off guard by the task Mu Heng had assigned him.

"I'll give you three days." Mu Heng hung up the phone.

The man in the dark looked at the phone that was hung up in an instant and realized the seriousness of the matter.

From the tone just now, he knew that his young master was really angry, otherwise he would not have deployed the underground intelligence network again after two years.

Without any hesitation, the man quickly disappeared into the night to find out the truth of five years ago.

Mu Heng was dressed in black, as if he had blended into the night. He stood silently at the end of the corridor, the cigarette between his fingers slowly burning, lighting up little stars.

After a while, he put out his cigarette and opened the window in front of him. The cold wind continued to blow in from outside, blowing away the smell of tobacco on his body, and from time to time a wisp of autumn rain drifted in.

At this moment, he was wondering what the nightmare that was haunting her was...

This night is destined to be long, both for those who are hurt and for those who cause hurt.

Every pore on Li Baijun's body was screaming with pain. He thought he was dead. However, someone refused to give him this chance.

In the quiet basement, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, each one stronger than the last. The black-clad bodyguards around did not dare to breathe and cautiously greeted the ruler of darkness.

The next moment, a dark shadow blocked the light in the basement. The eyelashes of the man lying on the ground moved. He slowly raised his eyelids, looked at the person who came, and then smiled.

"Fu...Yi...Ming..." His voice was hoarse as he slowly said the person's name word by word.

Before Fu Yiming even entered the basement, he could smell the strong smell of blood. He stood there, looking down at the man lying motionless on the ground, like a dead body.

On the way here, he had learned that Li Baijun was taught a lesson by Ruan Mengmeng. Li Baijun's injuries were caused by her.

Fu Yiming glanced at him calmly and said nothing.

Li Baijun moved his eyelids and said weakly, "I... know you..." He paused and laughed, "You are taking revenge... because I... touched your woman..."

Fu Yiming's eyes, which were originally as calm as clear water, moved slightly, and he clenched his finger bones. The next moment, Li Baijun, who was lying on the ground, was kicked away by him and hit the wall along the floor.

Li Baijun groaned, and blood spit out of his mouth. He looked at the man whose face suddenly changed, laughed strangely, and continued: "She... looks... beautiful..."

Fu Yiming's eyes darkened, his face tense, and he walked over with long legs.

The next moment, Li Baijun felt another heavy blow on the chest, and the hot and fishy liquid rushed up his throat. He vomited it out uncomfortably.

Li Baijun raised a strange smile on his lips again. He opened his mouth and said, "The figure... is very good..." Once again, his body was hit by a painful blow.

Li Baijun still spoke, and said weakly: "The skin is very smooth... and very white..." A certain picture seemed to appear in his eyes, and his laughter became weird.

“Her legs are so beautiful…her waist is so thin…” Li Baijun’s eyes seemed to sparkle with fire. His expression became excited and he laughed loudly, “Hahahaha…you don’t know that she was lying under me at that time…how lovable and cherished she was…hahahaha”

Fu Yiming's eyes flashed with anger, which accumulated bit by bit until he could no longer hold it back. He growled, "Shut up!" Then, like a lion that had lost control, he kept kicking Li Baijun, regardless of whether he was still breathing or not.

Not only had the old injuries not healed, but new ones appeared. Li Baijun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak and even had difficulty breathing.

When he thought he was going to die and was finally free, a basin of ice water was poured on him.

No, to be precise, it was a basin of highly concentrated salt water with fine salt dissolved in it.

On this late autumn night when the cold front arrived, in this dark and cold basement, Li Baijun was awakened by the cold and in excruciating pain.

The wounds all over Li Baijun's body were irritated by the cold salt water. He was in so much pain that his teeth were trembling. He rolled on the ground and shouted, "Ah - Ah - Let me die -"

He hoped that he could be freed from this pain once he died.

However, no one will satisfy him.

Fu Yiming stood in the darkness, glanced at Li Baijun lying on the ground, and slowly said, "Want to die?"

Li Baijun regained consciousness, endured the pain in his body, and grimaced at Fu Yiming, who was high and mighty like a king. He said with hatred, "Fu, Yi, Ming, if you can't kill me today, I will make you regret it tomorrow!"

Li Baijun could also guess why Fu Yiming suppressed his anger and didn't beat Li Baijun to death. So, he was very confident in what he said.

"Really?" Fu Yiming said in a deep voice, "Since I can send you in, I won't give you a chance to get out."

He turned around and said to the man in black behind him, "Don't beat him to death. Send him to the police station at daybreak."

The men in black behind him received the order and shouted in unison: "Yes!"

Li Baijun's body trembled. Only at this moment did he realize how terrifying Fu Yiming could be when he got angry.

However, before he could regret it, wounds appeared all over his body again.

The night was particularly long, and even when dawn came, the sky was still gloomy.

When Fu Yiming came out, it was already bright outside, with thick fog and cold wind raging everywhere.

He sat in the car with his eyes closed. His black hair, which had been neatly combed, was now a little messy, with a few strands falling on his lowered eyes.

Wang Mohan didn't say anything to disturb him and drove to the downstairs of the hospital.

As soon as the car stopped, Fu Yiming opened his eyes, got out of the car, dusted off the dust and dew on his body, and strode into the hospital.

The woman in the ward was still asleep, her face slightly pale and her palms cold. Fu Yiming slowly reached out his hand and stroked the bloodless face.

Xia Linan still didn't wake up, and the stone in Fu Yiming's heart sank lower and lower.

Wang Yihan knocked on the door and walked in. He leaned over and whispered a few things in Fu Yiming's ear.

Fu Yiming frowned, stood up and walked out of the ward, and solemnly told Wang Yihan behind him: "Don't worry about my mother for now, deal with the news as soon as possible."