Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

In the bedroom on the second floor, a rapid telephone ring suddenly rang.

Zhao Kunhong frowned and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Master, a man who calls himself Mu Chi is here to see you."

The bodyguard at the door said respectfully.

Zhao Kunhong frowned.

"Tell him that the young master has gone back."

"Give orders not to let anyone in tonight."

Now is a critical moment, anyone and anything will interfere with the implementation of their plan, so Mu Chi must not be allowed to see Chi Morong.

When Mu Chi, who was standing outside the gate, heard that Chi Morong was not there, he paused. Thinking that the content of the call was to ask him to bring a doctor, he immediately understood: it might not be possible to enter through the main gate tonight. Not only that, the current situation is extremely serious and Chi Morong's condition is probably not optimistic.

He raised his head and looked at the house not far away. After staring for a moment, he turned around and led his men away into the distance.

The development of the matter was like a wild horse running out of control, running wildly in a direction that no one expected...

On the big bed in the bedroom on the third floor, Chi Morong's hands and feet were tied tightly to the four corners of the bed, unable to move at all.

His face was as red as blood, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, as if he had just experienced an extremely fierce battle.

The sweat on his body had already completely soaked the sheets beneath him, making him look like he had just been pulled out of the water.

Not only that, at this moment, every muscle in Chi Morong's body was tensed to the extreme, and even the blue veins were bulging due to excessive force.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but even though it was so painful, he still had no intention of relaxing.

He clenched his right hand tightly, gathered all his strength, and exerted force in the opposite direction.

With a crisp "swish" sound, the cloth strip instantly fell apart.

Chi Morong suddenly tore off the cloth strip that was tightly bound to his right hand!

As his right hand was freed, Chi Morong immediately turned his upper body and reached out to untie the cloth tied around his left hand.

His movements were swift and decisive, and every subtle movement revealed a firmness and determination.

The knots tied by the bodyguards were extremely complicated and could hardly be untied with one hand.

But this is not an insurmountable problem for Chi Morong, who has received strict training since childhood.

I saw his nimble fingers moving back and forth among the ropes, skillfully fiddling with the knots, gradually loosening them.

Just as the knot was about to be untied, suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside.

This sudden change shocked Chi Morong.

His eyes instantly became as sharp as a hungry wolf in the forest, staring intently at the door.

That look was full of vigilance, anger and unyielding spirit, as if it wanted to penetrate all obstacles in front of it and find out the true intentions of the uninvited guest outside the door.

The person walking in front naturally saw the situation in the room clearly and immediately shouted,

"Quick, tie him up and don't let him run away."

Two fists are no match for four hands, and even a tiger is afraid of a pack of wolves, not to mention that he only has one hand that can move freely.

In just a few seconds, Chi Morong was subdued again.

"Liu Xiran."

Chi Morong glared at the woman standing in front of the bed and called out her name word by word.

"I will make you regret everything you do today."