Chapter 232

Then, he turned onto a side road.

But this side road could not lead to Baotou City, where Hao Ze Yan and Yang Xue intended to return.

In fact, it led in the opposite direction.

Ning Chen looked at the blue dot on the screen moving in the opposite direction.

With a blank expression, he continued driving.

161. Let everyone know: the Gulf family will never forget to take revenge.

Inside a dim, small room.

Zai Zi's face was bruised and swollen.

One eye was so swollen it could not be opened.

These past two days had not been easy for him.

Four days ago, meeting that man in Anji City who said he wanted to "buy white goods" was the beginning of all his misfortunes.

He had received a three-thousand-yuan kickback from that man.

He had only pulled out a few bills to give to Luo Liang.

He stuffed the rest into his own pocket, but before the money had even warmed up, someone had thrown a sack over his head.

By the time he saw the light of day again, he was already in the Golden Triangle.

After a day and night of torture, he was no longer recognizable as a human.

Afterwards, he was dragged into that conference room and made to identify that man.

At this moment, everything finally seemed to be over.

In the dim, small room, only he sat there alone.

He felt immense pain; truly, if there were another chance to start over, he absolutely would never have touched this path.

It was too terrifying.

It hurt too much...

As he thought this, the sound of the door lock came, and the door opened from the outside.

It was still the man in the white suit from the conference room earlier.

Upon seeing him, Zai Zi's body began to tremble again.

The one who had tortured him before was that man with the small mustache, not this man in the white suit.

But Zai Zi could feel that this man in the white suit was even more terrifying.

Seeing him stand up, the man in the white suit waved his hand, Si Shiyi for him to sit down again.

He dared not sit, looking at the other man in terror.

The man in the white suit sat on a chair and looked at him.

He asked again about what had happened back then.

Zai Zi told the man in the white suit everything he and that man had experienced, in full detail.

At this moment, he only begged these people to spare him.

He had no idea what kind of quagmire he had fallen into.

"So that means—" the man in the white suit nodded, his tone gentle, a very refined person, "you, for the few thousand yuan he gave you, took him to meet Luo San's son?"

"I didn't know who he was," Zai Zi shook his head painfully, crying, "I really didn't know who he was; otherwise, I wouldn't have done that..."

"No one can resist the sight of money, child; I don't blame you," the man in the white suit smiled. "After that, you left? Never saw that person again?"

Zai Zi shook his head repeatedly, "Never saw him again!"

"You aren't lying, are you?" the man in the white suit looked at him.

"No! Absolutely not! I haven't spent a single cent of the money he gave me! It's all here—" How could I possibly have that much money!" As he spoke, Zai Zi patted his body, then suddenly froze.

The man in the white suit looked at him.

"The money... the money... the money was taken by that person before..." Zai Zi looked at the man in the white suit, his heart pounding wildly, fearing he had aroused the other's suspicion again.

"Who?" the man in the white suit looked at him.

"It was—that person who kept beating me before... he had a mustache on his chin..." Zai Zi stammered.

Before, that person had tortured and tormented him; how could the things on his body, especially the money, possibly remain with him? Everything had been taken by that man with the small mustache.

The man in the white suit nodded.

He certainly did not care about those few thousand hundred-yuan notes.

He only wanted to confirm that this child in front of him was not lying.

The man in the white suit stood up. "You stay here for now; you are of little consequence, just unlucky. Once we find that person, we will let you go."

Zai Zi was unsure whether what this person said was true or false.

But his heart was already sinking.

Would these people really... spare him?

The man in the white suit left this small room.

He went out and got into a black sedan; the sedan drove all the way, returning to the building from before.

Several people accompanied the man in the white suit up to the sixth floor of the building.

A room with a window in the door.

It looked like a converted hospital ward.

Inside the ward.

Luo Lifeng sat alone by the bedside, holding a metal trash can in his hand.

That was a trash can.

He flipped the trash can over his head, then set it down, and just stared blankly, laughing.

By the window at the door.

The man in the white suit looked at the situation inside the ward and frowned.

"What did the doctor say?"

"His body is actually quite healthy..."

The man in the white suit turned around and looked at the person speaking behind him.

That person looked utterly bewildered, not knowing what he had said wrong.

The man in the white suit smiled. "What I care about is not whether he lives or dies, but whether he can return to normal and speak like a human being."

That person was stunned, then shook his head hastily. "The doctor said there's no way to fix his mental state... cases like this are usually irreversible..."

A chill flashed across the man in the white suit's face; he turned away and looked into the ward.

He frowned again. "How long has it been since he changed his clothes?"

"When we found him in that house in Angeli City, he was wearing these clothes. Of course, with him in this state, he couldn't change them himself..."

The man in the white suit looked at the person in the ward.

After a while.

"Have Basong and the others arrived?"

"The last time he contacted me was four hours ago; at that time, he had just gotten off the plane at Mohe Airport."

"By now, they should have already started the operation."

"When did that streamer called Brother Shiguang go off air?"

"Also four hours ago."

"What was he doing before he went off air?"

The person beside him paused. "Singing."

"Singing?" The man in the white suit was stunned, then laughed. "In a good mood, then."

"Basong and the others should be on the way, intercepting that person directly."

"I don't care about all that. I just want him to bring that person back alive. I've made preparations on the border; crossing over will be no problem," the man in the white suit said.

"By the way, the file we found on that person earlier said he was the fiancé of that female police officer two and a half years ago?"

"Yes."

"Interesting. So, is he seeking revenge?" The man in the white suit looked at the others behind him.

Several people looked at each other.

Then, they all laughed.