cry that scum

Chapter 86

The oncoming murderous aura didn't give Lan Jing a chance to fire a second shot, so he had to give up, sideways to avoid the blade piercing his waist, and then came into close contact with the sharp blade that only cut down from the top of his head.

When Lan Jing was in the army before, he was regarded as the best among them. In terms of fighting, he only met Cong Lang.

But no matter how strong his skills are, he can't hold back the crowd of opponents, not to mention there are more than a dozen men with guns staring at him, Lan Jing is gradually at a disadvantage, his breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and his hands and feet are moving slowly. I can't keep up with the reaction of the brain.

He knew that if he dragged on like this, he would only have a dead end, so the rims of his eyes couldn't help but get redder and redder, and his face was filled with a look of determination that saw death at home.

Cong Lang...

Lan Jing silently recited the name already engraved on his heart, ignoring the pointed knife, and quickly looked for Shu Mingcheng from the crowd.

Before dying, he must drag this person to hell.

But besides all black suits in front of him, there was also Shu Mingcheng's figure.

"Shu Mingcheng, come out!"

Seeing that he was about to lose, Lan Jing roared angrily, and became more and more ignorant of his attacks. The three men who besieged him had all been mercenaries, and their skill was not much worse than Lan Jing's, but under his sudden mad attack, the opponent unexpectedly was forced to retreat again.

"I've made progress again." Shu Mingcheng sat on the sofa, resting his chin on his hands, and said happily watching the battle downstairs.

Then he rubbed his shoulders and stood up, and said loudly, "Okay, let's call it a day, I'm sleepy."

Lan Jing stared viciously at the second floor with his red eyes.

But he couldn't find Shu Mingcheng.

The explosion just now used up all of Lan Jing's strength, he half-kneeled on the ground, blood and sweat splashed on the floor with a sound.

At this moment, he has reached the end of his strength, but his eyes are still ruthless, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The three people fighting with him looked at each other, and once again besieged and went up.

Lan Jing bounced up from the ground, fighting their attacks with all his might.

"Still so stubborn." Shu Mingcheng shook his head and snapped his fingers in the air.

Lan Jing suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and something shot into his back shoulder, and before he could react, the numbness quickly spread from that point to his whole body, Lan Jing's feet went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Then he heard Shu Mingcheng say, "Take him down, lock him up, and talk about it when I wake up."

"By the way," Shu Mingcheng covered his mouth and yawned, and said in a muffled voice, "Ask Richie to come over and bandage this kid, so that no one dies."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to make people disperse, and he dragged himself back to the bedroom with lazy steps.

Lan Jing didn't have any strength in his body, but his mind was clear. A tall man came over and took away the gun and saber in his hand, then picked him up and brought him into a room.

Afterwards, the man threw Lan Jing on the bed, then turned around and went out, guarding the outside without even closing the door, as if he was not at all worried that Lan Jing would run away.

Lan Jing really couldn't run, he couldn't even move his fingers.

When Shu Mingcheng's family's personal doctor came, Lan Jing's hostility had not dissipated, and his eyes were like poisoned sharp swords, nailed to the person in front of him.

But the other party was not afraid at all, the handsome blond and blue-eyed Caucasian guy calmly tore off Lan Jing's clothes, put on rubber gloves, and gave him a very friendly smile with tweezers in his hand.

"Some parts of your injury need stitches. Let's hurry up before the anesthesia wears off." The man said in fluent Chinese.

Lan Jing's chin was pressed against the pillow, and he uttered a word with great difficulty, "Get lost."

"The wound doesn't stop bleeding, you will die." The other party said with a good-tempered smile.

After finishing speaking, the white doctor named Richie ignored Lan Jing's cannibalistic gaze, and lowered his head to treat his wound.

When everything was done, Richie also gave Lan Jing a hypnotic injection as a gift.

In the early morning of the next day, Lan Jing woke up faintly. The feeling of being powerless like beach mud was gone, but because of excessive blood loss last night, he looked a little weak.

Lan Jing moved his wrist, then raised his head, and found that his two arms were tied to the head of the bed with thin chains and handcuffs at some point.

"... Fuck!" Lan Jing struggled hard, his clothes were stripped off, and everything on his body was searched, there was nothing for him to unlock.

"Don't work hard, keep earning." A very low and pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Lan Jing turned his head suddenly, and on the sofa not far away, Shu Mingcheng was sitting there with his legs crossed.

Seeing Lan Jing's hateful eyes, Shu Mingcheng smiled and said leisurely, "Do you know why you can't kill me?"

Lan Jing didn't make a sound, just stared at him angrily.

"I gave you a chance to take revenge last night. As long as you shoot, I will be the one who falls." Shu Mingcheng stood up, walked to Lan Jing's side, and looked at him with a condescending smile. "But you kid is afraid of yourself. Killing wrongly and injuring innocent people is a waste of opportunity.”

Lan Jing also regretted it at the moment. He should have shot when he saw Shu Mingcheng.

Shu Mingcheng should have seen what Lan Jing was thinking, and said with a smile, "Are you regretting it now? But do it again, before you confirm my identity, I believe you still won't shoot."

"I haven't seen such a kind child for a long time," Shu Mingcheng commented whether it was a compliment or a derogation, and then sighed, "How can you get revenge with your nature?"

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Cong Lang has not contacted Lan Jing for a day and a night. It has been nearly 24 hours since he talked with the other party on the phone last night, and Lan Jing's mobile phone has been turned off.

Originally, he felt that something was wrong with Lan Jing these few days, that kid seemed to be hiding something from him.

But Lan Jing didn't say anything, considering his feelings, Cong Lang refrained from asking, but at this moment, he couldn't sit still.

Since the two dated, there has never been such a long period of no contact.

I don't know what happened to Lan Xiaojing?Having trouble?

Cong Lang guessed wildly that he got into a wheelchair and went to Lan Ye by himself, but after inquiring, he found that there was no problem with Lan Ye's alcohol supplier, and the bar was operating normally.

Lan Jing lied, where did he go?

Cong Lang left Lan Ye with a grim expression. He first tried to re-dial Lan Jing's number many times, and when the other end reminded him that the other party's phone was turned off, Cong Lang hung up and found out the other person's number to call. The other party sent a message first, and then dialed the phone.

"Help me find out if the person who just sent it to you has any ticket purchase records in the past few days. If so, tell me where he went?"

"Check now, don't hang up the phone, I'll wait."

"Go to City G on September 9?"

What is Lan Xiaojing going to G City for?Cong Lang frowned, thinking of something suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and his whole heart sank.

Shu Mingcheng was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast leisurely, the butler brought his mobile phone over, "Sir, it's the young master's number."

"No." Shu Mingcheng said, "Let him go in a hurry first."