Chapter 42

"..."

Lu Feng punched his own forehead hard to make sure it wasn't a hallucination, and even more incredulously, looked at the people on the ground: "What's going on?"

"I don't know."

Lu Ling choked, shaking her head, her eyes red: "They rushed up and wanted to grab me, wanting to pull me into the car, and they kept chasing me even after I ran."

"Then this..." Lu Feng pointed to Little Niu Ma, who was panting frantically with its tongue out, struggling to distinguish: "Is... is this our family's bike?"

"I don't know."

Seeing Lu Feng pull out his gun, Lu Ling hurriedly hugged its 'dog head' in her arms, "It's quite good, don't scare it!"

Lu Feng was dumbfounded.

He couldn't make a sound.

After a long time, the broken string in his brain finally seemed to reconnect, the instinct for slaughter retreated from the high ground of thought, and he recovered at least a little ability to think.

"I'll take you home first, you tidy up, don't tell Mom, otherwise she'll always worry and be afraid."

He reached out, hugging the girl in front of him, carefully, for fear of touching her wounds; when he saw the wound on her forehead where the hair had been pulled out, his eyes lost focus and color for a moment.

Soon, under Lu Ling's gaze, he squeezed out a smile.

"Don't be afraid." He rubbed Lu Ling's cheek: "A bunch of low-life scum, big brother will handle it. If big brother can't handle it, there's still second brother, right?"

"Hmm."

Lu Ling held his hand, no longer afraid.

About ten minutes later, at dusk, Ji Jue, who was eating takeout, heard the phone ringing frantically in his pocket and answered instinctively: "Hello, Brother Feng..."

Then, the smile disappeared from his face.

"I see, hmm, okay, coming right over."

He hung up the phone and put down his chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Ye Chun looked up: "What happened?"

"My family needs me for something, I might not be able to work overtime tonight or tomorrow." He smiled awkwardly: "Senior sister, can I ask for leave?"

"Forget it, you're in such a hurry, what are you pretending for?" Ye Chun couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Get lost, get lost, do you need money urgently?"

"Ah, no need, I'm leaving now."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Jue packed his things, hesitated, grabbed another portable probe from the toolbox, and stuffed it into his pocket: "Tool, let me borrow it."

"Don't you dare steal it, you have to return it!"

Ye Chun's voice came from behind, and after he closed the door, it was almost inaudible.

He ran without hesitation, rushing to the factory gate.

On the road outside the gate, the delivery van from the Mainland Auto Repair Shop was already parked across the way; through the rolled-down window, he could see Lu Feng smoking in the driver's seat.

He pulled the door open and sat in the passenger seat: "Is the little sister okay?"

"A bit of skin broken on her head, iodine fixed it, mainly just scared."

Lu Feng flicked the ash, turned his head, and pointed to the dog-shaped motorcycle panting happily in the back of the van, his expression complex: "In every sense."

"..."

Ji Jue's expression also became awkward: "I can't explain this for a moment. Haven't you been riding it for two or three years? Anyway, it's just something we raised at home."

Whose family raises a little sheep that's so bizarre? It can eat chicken legs, fight, and even use a five-whip lightning strike to wipe out the opponent completely.

It's not that Lu Feng looks down on himself, but he suspects that if he were face-to-face with it empty-handed, he would be put down by this thing directly.

After all, everyone is made of flesh, and no one can beat composite steel. Besides, this thing is made of iron from head to toe, even sliding tackles are useless, you'd just be delivering food.

"Where are the people?"

Ji Jue asked after putting his bag away.

Lu Feng reached out and pointed again, behind Little Niu Ma's butt, at the pile covered with a tarp that was still constantly squirming and bulging. Ji Jue nodded, reached out and patted the steering wheel, and the car started on its own, driving according to Ji Jue's navigation.

"Hey, it has this trick too."

Lu Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, following him, and climbed into the back of the van together.

After lifting the tarp, they saw those few people with blood-covered faces, so bloody that even their faces couldn't be seen clearly, struggling constantly while tied with the ropes they had brought themselves, making muffled sounds.

Their expressions were fierce.

As if saying something ruthless.

"Have you asked them?" Ji Jue asked.

"Haven't had time yet." Lu Feng reached out, checking their arms and legs, glancing at the tattoos, and said knowingly: "These few have probably been inside several times, without using some professional stuff, they probably won't open their mouths."

"It's fine, no need for them."

Ji Jue reached out and rummaged through their pockets; before long, he found three phones.

Then, the screens lit up.

No password needed, no face scan needed.

The phones unlocked faster than an old patron's pants coming off.

Right in front of the three people, the phone screens jumped constantly—call logs, messages, social apps, and various clients, even including deleted messages.

"Scarface Ming? Qi Qin? And... Jiang Jin?"

Accompanied by Ji Jue's muttering, the call logs and numbers had already appeared on the phone; from the instantaneous insight, he glimpsed everything that had happened.

Had they already been targeted when Sister Wen came to visit him in the hospital?

"So that's it..."

He put down the phone and sighed, "Brother Feng, my fault, this is aimed at me."

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, then slapped him on the back of the head, "Isn't that aimed at our family? Why are you beating around the bush?"

Ji Jue was about to say something, but his words suddenly stopped, his gaze attracted by the stream of photos on the screen.

Lu Feng looked over curiously, then stiffened.

On the screens of the three phones, photos jumped past—ambiguous lighting, or single beds in dilapidated dormitories, those filth-covered sheets, and more... bodies.

Some wearing tattered clothes, some stark naked.

Either smoking with a numb, indifferent smile, or curled up with bruises all over, hair disheveled, wanting to cover their faces but unable to hide the needle marks on their wrists and the blue and purple marks on their arms...

Locked in cages, hung up.

And the faint crying and choking coming from the videos.

Making Lu Feng's pupils gradually go hollow.

When he looked at those people, only a slowly spreading bestial ferocity remained on his face.

"Your entertainment life is quite rich, huh."

He looked down at those terrified faces making muffled sounds and suddenly asked: "What were you planning to do with my sister?"

In the front, the man with the broken face struggled to squirm, spitting out the cardboard stuffed in his mouth, choking: "Brother, brother don't, I was wrong! Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! I was joking, I..."

"Is that so?"

Lu Feng laughed: "That's hilarious."

Ji Jue's expression changed slightly: "Brother Feng, wait—"

Boom!

He had already pulled the trigger, the gunshot rang out, and that face exploded into scattered blood plasma.

Hilarious to death.

Then, the muzzle pointed at another one, but Lu Feng's hand was grabbed, stopping abruptly; only beneath the muzzle, that collapsed face showed relief and ecstasy.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Feng looked back at Ji Jue, not hiding the ferocity in his eyes.

"Are you crazy!"

Ji Jue glared back, wishing he could punch him twice: "Is Lu Ma not going to drive this car anymore? How do you clean up bullet holes, do you know how hard it is to clean up murder traces in a car?

Can't you just wait until I drive the car to the seaside!"

"Ah?" Lu Feng's expression stalled.

"Ah what ah? Think more about your big brother when doing things!"

Ji Jue forcibly snatched the gun from his hand, looking at the sticky blood plasma on it, and got angry: "Great, now besides bodywork and welding, we need a full car cleaning, and this pool of blood... if someone shines a UV light in the future, are you going to say you were carrying live pigs? Buy reagents later, you clean it yourself!"

"... Oh."

Lu Feng nodded blankly; after his anger passed, he started to get a headache about how to explain the extra hole in the car to his mother.

But when he looked to the side, he couldn't help but ask: "What about these two?"

Ji Jue looked down at the gun in his hand and sighed, finally ejecting the chambered bullet and stuffing it back into his pocket.

"Forget it, everyone's out here to make a living, there's no need for so much life-and-death."

He patted one of them on the shoulder: "How does that saying go? In the world, one is... one is not in control of oneself, right? I'm not the type to seek revenge for every grievance. If possible, I don't want to kill either."

"Mmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!"

The two who could still breathe nodded frantically, squirming in the blood plasma, almost shedding tears.

Even the speeding van slowed to a stop; outside the window, the sound of waves gradually rose, and the sea surface reflected sparkling light, as if there were thousands of tiny, jumping suns.

Ji Jue reached out and opened the car door for them, showing them the overly dazzling light outside.

Bound, they nodded hurriedly, trying hard to show a grateful smile, but their gaze couldn't help but be attracted by something in that light that was hard to melt...

That pair of eyes like an abyss.

Pitch black.

Looking at the vast, boundless ocean beneath the cliff.

Just like that, faithfully pleading.

"Since you're used to not being in control of yourself, why not force yourself one last time?"

He said: "Can I trouble you... to jump down yourselves?"

In the afternoon sea breeze, the sound of tides surged.

Lu Feng, who had finally managed to wipe off the bloodstains in the back, jumped out of the van, still holding the dirty headrest cover, not knowing how to start: "Little Ji, how do I wash this? The color doesn't seem to come off."

"Just throw it away."

Ji Jue sat on the railing blowing in the wind, looking at the scenery: "Be filial occasionally, buy a new one for Lu Ma!"

"Damn it, why is it that every time you make a suggestion, I'm the one paying, and in the end, you kid earn all of Mom's favor?" Lu Feng complained, poking his head out to look down.

In the sea breeze, on the lone pine tree under the cliff, someone was struggling to hold onto a branch, shouting something loudly, but the wind was too strong to hear.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the person tied up swayed helplessly, along with the two companions hanging on the same rope below.

The surviving companion's lips opened and closed constantly, as if cheering them on, telling them not to give up and to pull them up quickly.

Grasshoppers on the same rope struggling miserably.

"Wow, still hanging there? I almost admire him." Lu Feng took out a cigarette and lit it, excitedly: "How long do you think he can hold on?"

"Don't know."

"I bet twenty, ten minutes!"

"No bet."

"Hey, play occasionally, you kid have no fun at all... be careful you won't find a girlfriend in the future."

"Fine, I bet, fifty."

"Fifty it is!"

As soon as Lu Feng finished speaking, he saw Ji Jue get up from the railing, pick up a stone from the ground, and throw it downward, immediately angry: "Hey, that counts as cheating!"

"You didn't say I couldn't."

Ji Jue retorted naturally: "Besides, couldn't you have stopped me?"

"..."

Lu Feng seemed to curse, helpless, took fifty from his pocket and slapped it into his arms, then took the stone from his hand.

And so, in the sunset, happy little stones were scattered toward the waves.

One after another.

Like the most comfortable game in the summer vacation of childhood.

There are too many big bosses and activities in the second half of the month, arranged and arranged, until the 14th launch, woo woo woo, still stuck on the text, the child is so bitter.

At that time, I'll rely on the support of brothers and sisters (Duoduo kowtow. jpg)