Chapter 1169

Real world, next to the accessory shop opened by Su Xiao, inside the wreath and burial clothing shop.

The owner of this shop is named Fatty Ma, a Feng Shui master, "proficient" in fortune-telling, divination, and astrology; in short, he is "skilled" in anything related to metaphysics.

The truth, of course, is not like this. What Fatty Ma is best at is bluffing. He can guess what a guest is thinking from their conversation and subtle expressions, making "fortune-telling" simple.

Although Fatty Ma is a swindler, he is a swindler with a conscience. Of course, he never thinks what he does is glorious; everything is just to make a living.

As a Feng Shui master, Fatty Ma is very good at observing what others are thinking, but today, he encountered his Waterloo.

The outer door of the wreath and burial clothing shop is locked, and several sheets of yellow paper and large patches of cinnabar are scattered on the ground. Fatty Ma is not performing some kind of ritual; this is because he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart just a few minutes ago.

"Where did you take my brother!"

Fatty Ma clenched his fists, roared, and punched the lower abdomen of a skinny man who was tied up like a zongzi.

Bang.

As the fist landed, the fat on Fatty Ma's body trembled, and a layer of fine, cold sweat had already seeped out on his forehead.

The skinny man let out a muffled grunt. He was tied to a wooden chair, and the punch he took almost caused the wooden chair to tip over.

"Hehehehe."

The skinny man let out a dry laugh.

"You fatty are interesting. Blackie collected things he shouldn't have. Tying him up was just to avoid making a big deal out of it. Not finishing him off is already merciful. By the way, I'm hungry, go get me something to eat."

The skinny man didn't care about Fatty Ma at all because he knew the other party didn't dare to do anything to him.

"You damn..."

The fat on Fatty Ma's face trembled. He dared to beat the guy up, but as for torture and interrogation, he had only seen such scenes in movies. If he had to operate it himself, he really wouldn't dare. Besides, his brother Blackie was still in the hands of these people, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Cousin, calm down."

A young girl wearing a light blue dress grabbed Fatty Ma's arm. She was Fatty Ma's cousin and had just come to visit him today. Fatty Ma was just about to treat his cousin to hot pot, but who knew this would happen? He had tried to persuade his cousin to leave earlier, but his cousin, who seemed weak, was actually very stubborn.

"This fatty doesn't look like he can cook. Woman, you go get me something to eat. I haven't eaten for almost a day."

The skinny man moved his neck. He had already seen that Fatty Ma was not the type who dared to kill him, so he became even more unscrupulous.

The skinny man was a desperado. Originally, he went to catch Blackie, but who would have thought Blackie carried a stun baton and directly hit him in the chest, knocking him unconscious.

Knowing things were bad, Blackie immediately wanted to escape the city, but was intercepted by that group of people halfway, which led to the kidnapping incident. As for what Blackie actually collected, it is unknown for now. Blackie himself was a gray-market merchant who resold crossbows or stun batons, and he would also collect some items of unknown origin.

Before Fatty Ma treated his cousin to hot pot, he of course called his brother Blackie. The two brothers' shops were separated only by Su Xiao's accessory shop.

The kidnapped Blackie of course couldn't answer the phone. When Fatty Ma arrived at Blackie's shop, he saw the skinny man lying on the ground, and the surrounding signs of a struggle indicated that something had happened to Blackie.

Thus, there was the scene where Fatty Ma tied up the skinny man for "torture and interrogation." Fatty Ma had already beaten the skinny man a few times and had thought about calling the police, but the skinny man said only one sentence, which dispelled Fatty Ma's idea of calling the police.

"If you don't want your brother to die, hurry up and untie me, and turn on the air conditioning, it's hot as hell."

The skinny man looked at Fatty Ma with a smile on his face. Fatty Ma picked up the phone beside him and dialed a number. He had dialed this number many times, but no one answered.

"I warned you, didn't I? No calling the police."

The smile on the skinny man's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyelids drooped.

Seeing the skinny man's gaze, Fatty Ma's hand trembled. He had seen this kind of gaze before, which immediately made him judge that the skinny man had human lives on his hands. This was a real desperado, completely different from those small thugs who would give in after a beating.

Beep, beep, beep...

In the dead-silent room, the phone's blind tone reached the ears of the three. Actually, the skinny man wasn't as calm as he looked; he was very afraid that Fatty Ma would call the police. He had several human lives on his hands and would definitely never get out if he went in.

"What is it."

A male voice came from the phone. Fatty Ma let out a long sigh of relief, and the skinny man also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A policeman would never ask "what is it" as the first sentence.

"I'm in trouble, do you have time?"

"Five minutes."

The phone was hung up. Fatty Ma looked at the skinny man, and there was even a trace of pity in his gaze.

"Cousin, did you find a helper?"

The stubborn cousin asked tentatively.

"I found... a professional."

Fatty Ma's fists were clenched; he had been pushed to the limit.

The helper Fatty Ma found was of course Su Xiao. As for why Fatty Ma didn't go to Su Xiao's door himself, that was purely out of helplessness. Last time he wanted to go to Su Xiao through the back door of the accessory shop, who knew he would step on a landmine in the backyard of the accessory shop!

Thinking of that landmine experience, Fatty Ma still felt a bit fearful even now.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knocking sounds came. Fatty Ma stood up with a whoosh and ran quickly to open the door.

The rolling shutter door rose. Bubu Wang walked into the shop first, and Su Xiao also leaned in through the rolling shutter door, holding chopsticks in one hand and actually carrying a bowl of noodles in the other.

Su Xiao looked around at the situation in the room. Soon, his gaze focused on the skinny man who was tied up like a zongzi.

"Speak, what's the matter."

Su Xiao sat on the sofa opposite the skinny man, continuing to eat noodles very calmly.

The cousin's gaze never left Su Xiao. The thought in her heart was: Is this guy who dresses casually and holds a bowl of noodles really reliable?

Fatty Ma described the situation he knew in detail. Su Xiao quickly understood what had happened. He looked at the skinny man a few times; the other party was not a Qiyuezhe. Judging from the faint, almost negligible bloody aura, the other party was at most a desperado.

"Roughly understand, deal with him first."

Su Xiao put down the bowl of noodles in his hand and stood up to walk toward the skinny man.

"You..."

The skinny man's body leaned back almost subconsciously. He just felt that Su Xiao was not right, but as for exactly where he was not right, he didn't know.

Eye to eye, the skinny man's eyes gradually widened, and his pupils shrank rapidly. His long life as a desperado had trained his intuition. When he looked into the other party's eyes, it was like staring into an abyss; his scalp went numb, and his legs went soft.

"Blackie was kidnapped to the western suburbs. If you kill me, he will never..."

Zzz~

A fiber thread, so thin it was invisible, tightened around the skinny man's neck. Drops of fresh blood seeped out from the marks of the fiber thread. The skinny man's face quickly turned red, and the whites of his eyes began to congest with blood.

"Wait, wait, I'll tell... everything."

The skinny man's voice began to turn hoarse. He struggled violently, but unfortunately, he was tied to a chair.

"I don't need you to tell me anything."

Su Xiao took out his phone and dialed a number.