I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

With a "bang", Chen He's body fell to the ground and his teeth were covered with blood. Yan Yiming stepped on Chen He's body and frowned: "Is the boss in the western district so capable?"

Not to mention ability, the younger brothers who were knocked down by him can be counted on one hand.

Chen He smiled, and looked at the condescending Yan Yiming: "When did I say that I am the boss of the West District?"

The West District has been suppressed by Su Hui and Cheng Xiao all the time. In just two months, the West District has left an empty air. The real boss of the West District has gone out by boat to avoid the limelight. Chen He is just waiting to die here.

The mastermind of the vacancy must always be supported by someone.

And the police can almost catch up here.

Yan Yiming picked up Chen He's collar and pressed it against the wall, put his fist against Chen He's neck, and if he used it for a while, the man would suffocate to death: "Where is Mr. Cong?"

"Second Young Master Yan... cough cough." Chen He smiled: "You killed me, but no one really knows where Cong Jun is."

Throwing away Chen He, the voice was filled with uncontrollable anger: "Say."

Chen He wiped the blood overflowing from his mouth, smiled and punched Yan Yiming, who was so angry that he was stubborn, and Chen He never woke up again.

There was a slight noise from the warehouse in front, Yan Yiming paused, looked back at the small door that made the noise and walked slowly.

Kicking open the door that looked like a fake, a stench of corruption came out.

Yan Yiming frowned, stepped on the cans and plastic boxes and walked in. With the faint light at the door, he could see a person hanging from an iron chain on the wall. His clothes were torn and there were several wounds on his body. He was breathing slightly, and his face was covered by long hair. I can't see the face clearly.

Hearing the sound, the bound person trembled all over, and slowly raised his head to see that Yan Yiming was a little dazed.

"Second Young Master..."

Yan Yiming glanced to leave, but heard a hoarse and trembling voice behind him: "I beg you...help me."

Yan Yiming turned around and looked at the pleading eyes and smiled: "Why didn't you think about the consequences when you gave Mr. Cong the medicine?"

Originally, Yan Yiming spared Zheng Qingqing's life for the sake of Zheng Lao's face, but it was exactly what he wanted by accident.

"I was wrong..." Zheng Qingqing's voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were cloudy.The long-term dim environment was enough to drive her crazy: "Second Young Master, I was wrong...help me..."

Yan Yiming looked coldly at how much time it would take, and just as he turned around, he heard a slight voice behind him: "I know where Mr. Cong is."

Looking back at Zheng Qingqing, Zheng Qingqing's eyes were flushed: "I'll tell you where Mr. Cong is, you save me..."

She moved her steps, walked over and raised Zheng Qingqing's chin: "Where is Mr. Cong?"

"On the yacht heading to District N at the port of City B...they should have already set off..."

Before leaving, Chen Qi came to see her but did not plan to take her away. He heard that the yacht going to N area was ready. If it was correct, Mr. Cong was also on that boat.

Waiting to be slowly tortured to death by Chen Qi...

Untied Zheng Qingqing's rope and dropped the coat.Yan Yiming took a look and walked out without doing much.

Arrived at the port of City B, rented a yacht and set off according to the route to District N. Not long after, Yan Yiming received a call from Yan Ruohao: "The police are handling the matter over there, and the Yan family can't intervene. You better save it."

There was only a chuckle on the phone, and he hung up the phone.

Yan Ruohao was taken aback for a moment, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.Mr. Cong... is really Yan Yiming's dead spot that Yan Yiming can't touch.

On the other side, on the way from city B to and from area N, a yacht galloped at high speed, cutting a wave.

A hemp rope is tied to the end of the yacht, and the other end of the rope appears as the yacht gallops into the sea.Without looking carefully, it is difficult to see that there is a person at the other end of the rope.

Chen Qi stood at the stern of the boat and looked at Cong Jun struggling in the waves without any emotion in his eyes: "How long has it been?"

Li Shen next to him glanced at the time: "It's 10 minutes."

"Pull him up."

The boat stopped slowly, and several people came out and pulled Mr. Cong up with the rope.Cong Jun's body was soaked in seawater, his body was slightly swollen, fine blood oozes from the wound on his body, and red liquid overflows from the palm that was worn out by the hemp rope, winding down.

Cong Jun knelt on the yacht, his body shivered slightly, but his eyes were still stubborn and not afraid of death.