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"Tell me, what do you do for a living, and why do you have a gun?"
Little Black squatted on the ground, covering his head.
"B-Big brother, I'm just an ordinary robber, please let me go!"
Robbers? Mei Lantian was intrigued.
"Come on! Tell me, what did you rob?"
......
Pu Guang woke up again in a secluded room. The room was empty except for a bed with an iron chain around his neck, the other end of which was nailed to the wall.
He checked his body and it seemed there was nothing seriously wrong. He was having some difficulty breathing, possibly due to internal injuries, but the back of his head was throbbing with pain. He remembered seeing the masked man with the hammer before he lost consciousness.
"hiss……"
Pu Guang looked around again; this was definitely not a prison cell.
From the next room came muffled groans from a man, along with other noises and a foul odor in the air.
Was he kidnapped? Those people robbed him of his money and then arrested him; they must have been after those cultural relics.
Hmph, what torture haven't I endured? How many times have I escaped death? No one can get any information out of me.
"squeak……"
The door opened, and Wang Taiyi rode in on a children's tricycle. Old Wang felt it was quite a feeling to ride this thing in the building.
This time he wasn't wearing a mask.
"You're awake."
Wang Taiyi rode up to the bedside and looked at Pu Guang, who wasn't wearing sunglasses.
"Your eyes are quite small."
Little M!
Still wearing his trench coat, Pu Guang launched an attack on Wang Taiyi.
He figured that the person who came to question him at this time must be a leader, so he decided to take him hostage. To be on the safe side, Pu Guang immediately activated his strongest move... the Trench Coat Demon Subduing Technique!
"Crack! Crack!"
Two palms were slapped on Wang Taiyi's temples, and Old Wang remained seated in the cart without moving an inch.
What a hard bone!
Pu Guang was startled. He was a man who never gave up. After only a brief pause, he launched another fierce attack.
“Snap! Snap! Snap!…”
"Just two hits will do."
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
"Damn it! My hairstyle!"
"boom!"
Wang Taiyi punched Pu Guangchui so hard he flew and hung on the wall.
"flutter!"
Pu Guang fell onto the bed and spat out blood.
"Wow...it's actually hard qigong!"
"Yeah, tough guys practice tough skills, everyone calls me Tough Guy, unlike you, all flashy and fancy, people would think you're Ximen Qing with flowers on your head."
"Okay, let's get serious."
Wang Taiyi looked at Pu Guang lying on the bed.
“I know you smuggled a batch of cultural relics with a fat woman. Isn’t that treason? I’ve decided to uphold justice and stop your illegal activities. Tell me, where are the items?”
"Hahaha! Cough...cough..."
After laughing wildly, Pu Guang stared at Wang Taiyi.
"I knew you guys were after this shipment."
Mrs. Wang nodded slightly.
"correct."
"Hmph! You won't get any information out of me. Nobody can. Forget about it. If you've got the guts, kill me! Bah!"
Pu Guang spat out a mouthful of phlegm, which Old Wang dodged by turning his head to the side.
"Hehe, missed, you blind cat."
"He~tui!"
The petty Wang Taiyi retaliated, hitting the spot right between the eyebrows with perfect aim.
"you…"
Wang Taiyi stared at Pu Guang for a long time, then suddenly took out a pair of children's sunglasses and put them on Pu Guang's face.
"Hmm, this looks much better."
"You're saying no one can get information out of you, right? Okay, I understand."
"Ccrunch! Crunch!"
Old Wang rode away on his little car.
The door is closed.
Pu Guang paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. He knew the kidnapping process all too well. As long as you didn't talk or meet the kidnappers' demands, they would never kill you easily. At most, they would torture you. As long as you gritted your teeth and persevered, there would always be a miracle.
As the old saying goes, many miracles will happen if we believe in them.
Pu Guang's thinking wasn't wrong, but he didn't understand Lao Wang.
in the corridor.
Wang Tai muttered to herself as she rode her little cart.
"Nobody can get any information out of you? Fine, if humans won't work, let's try another species."
Wang Taiyi took out his phone and made a call.
"Hey, Airplane, tonight you take some men to the zoo and steal two kangaroos!"
......
Chapter 137 My Good Brother Returns to Hong Kong
A residential building in the New Territories.
"Ahhh, who did this! Who the hell did this?!"
Ah Zha went on a rampage, smashing everything in the room.
The room was in complete disarray, several of his henchmen lay dead in the living room, and a safe was placed in the center of the living room.
The sealed safe had been cut open, and the robbers arrogantly tossed the cutting machine aside. On the coffee table were two stacks of banknotes with a note on top.
"Don't give up on yourself because of a little setback. Only by constantly striving can you become a better version of yourself. Don't give up, keep going!"
Tony stared at the note with a gloomy expression, then tore it to shreds.
Months of hard work gone in an instant—this feeling is kind of familiar.
Tony looked up at the crazed Ah Zha, then turned to Ah Hu, who was still punching the wall until he bled, and then looked at Watson, whose cheeks were still streaked with tears and whose eyes were vacant as he stared at the ceiling.
These three are probably not undercover agents, but what should we do now?
"Alright, everyone stop!"
Ah Zha threw the TV that he had been holding above his head aside.
"Tony, do you know who did this?"
Ah Hu also stared at Tony with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he would kill the man the moment Tony uttered a name.
Tony said coldly:
"It must be related to those people from last time."
"Saint Seiya?"
Azha hadn't experienced Old Wang's robbery last time, but he had heard of the Saint Seiya.
"Damn it, this lousy name sounds like it's from the Middle East. I'm going to the streets right now and kill any foreigners with turbans I see!"
"Alright, now's not the time to talk about this. We should think about what to do next."
Ah Hu wiped the blood off his hands.
"Second brother, what should we do? Continue robbing gold shops? The market isn't doing too well right now. Besides, these past few months of working day and night have been too exhausting. I'm in poor health. Look, I've even lost two abs."