Chapter 245 Gift

Hearing this, Chen Xiaomeng's face changed with anger. She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to stab him to death. She came all the way here not only to kill him to vent her anger.

As if she had thought of something, her face became better again. "By the way," she smiled and clapped her hands, saying, "Look what gift I brought you this time."

She took the bag handed over by the middle-aged man, opened it, and took out the things inside one by one and placed them in front of Jiang Cheng.

A pair of pliers of the right size.

A few red candles.

There was also a whip that looked very unfriendly.

The handle of the whip had been rubbed with starch and had a glossy luster.

"I know Mr. Hao likes these things. Because we left in a hurry, we prepared them in a hurry. Please bear with me," she blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Which one do you think we should start with?"

The middle-aged man standing next to her couldn't help but frowned.

He watched this girl grow up, and he also knew that she would take revenge, but it was a bit too much to be so crazy.

The person Pi Ruan sent to monitor was discovered by his subordinates. The other party obviously had no experience in reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, and was a young man who could only use "brute force".

They didn't even have to do anything, and he confessed everything.

Not only that, he also cooperated with their work very well.

According to his confession, the businessman named Pi Ruan was also entrusted by someone. Coincidentally, on the way here, the man received a call from Pi Ruan, who gave him an address and asked him to come here directly.

There was a man named Hao Shuai waiting for him.

After hearing the name Hao Shuai, Chen Xiaomeng immediately ordered to turn around and not go to the company to find his superior Pi Ruan, but come here directly to find the man named Hao Shuai.

And in a hurry, he parked in front of the daily necessities store and bought some small toys.

A pair of pliers and a few candles.

It is worth mentioning that when passing a more remote section of the road, they met a donkey cart carrying fruits. Chen Xiaomeng shouted to stop the car, and then bought the whip used by the old man to beat the donkey at a high price.

Then on the way here, Chen Xiaomeng held the handle of the whip, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes from time to time. She seemed to think of some exciting scene.

To be fair, he had a good impression of the young man at the other end of the desk. At least he didn't look like a vicious person, and he should have nothing to do with those people.

And if it was those people, their methods would never be so clumsy.

As if thinking of some scenes in his memory, a sharp light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

The reason why he agreed to accompany this girl here was that he was worried about meeting those guys. The middle-aged man who had experienced them personally was deeply impressed by their terribleness.

"Miss Xia Meng," Jiang Cheng sat up straight, and said with a righteous face: "I don't think it's necessary for us to be like this. Think about it carefully. Our cooperation in the nightmare is still fruitful, and I have saved you many times," he stiffened his neck and suddenly said in a rhythmic tone: "I am your savior."

Chen Xiaomeng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and said directly: "You took my things before and threatened me, so you need compensation."

"If you know what's good for you, hand over everything you have accumulated from the nightmare," Chen Xiaomeng said viciously, "After I beat you up, I can consider letting you go."

Jiang Cheng spread his hands innocently, "No."

Chen Xiaomeng was stunned. According to her assumption, this man named Hao Shuai is not bad, and his mind is also ruthless. He should have a lot of good things in his hands.

"No?" Chen Xiaomeng stared at him, as if trying to see the flaws in his eyes.

"No hair at all." Jiang Cheng said again.

Chen Xiaomeng picked up the whip, stretched it, and sneered: "It seems that you must suffer some pain before you are willing to confess."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man who had gone out before pushed the door in. He whispered something to the middle-aged man.

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed, then looked at Jiang Cheng, and said in a voice full of vicissitudes of time: "Your fat friend has also been invited by us."

After speaking, he glanced at the young man beside him. The young man turned and left. When he entered the room again, he had a familiar basket in his hand.

The bamboo handle of the basket was broken. Judging from the marks on the broken end, it should have been torn off by a huge force during the struggle.

The middle-aged man took the basket, then walked slowly to Jiang Cheng step by step, and gently put the basket down in the center of the desk.

"Young man," his eagle-like sharp eyes brought a strong sense of oppression, but his speech speed was very slow, "If you don't want your friend to get into trouble, I suggest you cooperate a little."

Raising his head, Jiang Cheng faced the most difficult person around Chen Xiaomeng under the pressure of a mountain. After a while, he suddenly said, "You don't have to bluff. The fat man is not in your hands. He ran away."

The middle-aged man's eyes were as silent as the sea. Jiang Cheng's test did not stir up the slightest ripple. Then, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled, "Young man, do you want to make a bet?"

He was wearing a very orthodox lead-gray suit, about 180 cm tall, with an obvious scar on the lower corner of his lips. Just standing there, he gave people an unshakable sense of oppression.

A corner of the suit was placed on the side of the desk, and the folds revealed the gorgeous Ukiyo-e on the lining of the suit.

Without waiting for Jiang Cheng to answer, the middle-aged man said calmly: "In one minute, I will let you see his ears."

The casual standing posture, the slightly raised corners of the mouth, and the silent but not gloomy eyes all show that the middle-aged man's state of mind is extremely strong.

Such people are unlikely to lie.

They either don't lie, or even if they do, they will try their best to turn the lie into reality.

"There is still half a minute," Chen Xiaomeng's eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, obviously in a good mood, she leaned on Jiang Cheng's desk, and her body under her skirt hooked an attractive arc.

"Uncle Gong rarely takes action, this time it is also a blessing for the fat man," she said with a smile.

A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng nodded, "Okay."

Chen Xiaomeng's smile paused.

Even the middle-aged man who was always calm had a ripple in his eyes, but after a brief fluctuation, his eyes cast on Jiang Cheng were a little cold.

"That fat guy lives with you, and you both entered the nightmare together to find a way out, so you must have a close relationship," the middle-aged man's tone was much colder than before, and so was his eyes, "Do you really not care about his life or death?"

"I can't even take care of myself, so why would I care about him?" Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, "I keep him to work for me and explore the way for me in the mission," he groaned, "I'm not his father, I have no responsibility to fulfill my obligations to him."