I heard Niu Niu crying from inside.
Xing Haodong's heart was gripped tightly.
He quietly moved to the window and observed the situation inside through the moonlight.
I saw three adult men sitting in the house, eating stale bread and instant noodles, with a few Jianlibao cans scattered on the ground.
One of them complained, "What kind of life are we living in now? It's all Xing Haodong and that bitch's fault! We didn't catch that bitch, but catching this little girl is not bad either. We should be able to make a lot of money."
Xing Haodong immediately recognized him. This man was nicknamed Sang Biao and was a villager from a village near Mangshan.
When he was arrested before, he was given a reduced sentence because he had made meritorious contributions by reporting other tomb robbers.
Who would have thought that he would do such a thing just after being released from prison.
A younger brother nearby asked, "Brother Biao, when should we call the Xing family? The hostage is so young, what if he gets killed?"
Sang Biao kicked him and said, "Then don't kill it! What do you want to do to such a small baby? Give it food and water, it won't die!"
"Just stop her from crying! She's making me mad!"
The younger brother quickly stuffed a piece of bread into Niuniu's mouth and threatened her, "Eat something and stop crying! If you cry again, I'll kill you!"
"Fuck you, you idiot, do you know how to take care of a child?"
Sang Biao slapped him irritably, put the bread in Niuniu's hand, and forced an ugly smile: "As long as you don't cry and listen to uncle obediently, uncle will send you back tomorrow, okay?"
Niu Niu really stopped crying.
But it was not because of this sentence, but because she saw Xing Haodong outside the window.
Xing Haodong made a "hush" gesture to her, then lowered his head and told Jiang Mingxin in lip language: They don't have guns.
It would be easier without a gun!
Jiang Mingxin held a dagger in his hand, picked up a piece of scrap from the side, and smashed it towards the iron door.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Sang Biao frowned, took out the switchblade in his hand, and slowly approached the door.
Xing Haodong lowered his body like a cheetah, ready to strike.
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