Rebirth of the absolute actor

With the help of the hotel, through the monitoring screen, Wei Muyang and his party were quickly located. Not long after, they all came to the 23rd floor where the other party was located.

"Mr. Qian, let us take over the next thing. I need to trouble you with another matter. Today, we will take care of everything on the 23rd floor. Please don't arrange guests to stay in the future. Guests who have already checked in, please trouble You can find a way to get them to move to other floors, thank you."

As soon as he got out of the elevator, Assistant Zhu stopped Qian Weiyong.

After working with Mo Qingyu for so many years, Assistant Zhu is naturally very proficient in these mop-up and start-up tasks. According to the boss's emphasis on the little artist, the next thing may be extremely bloody, so it's more convenient to clear the scene first.

Qian Weiyong was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but finally nodded.

"Okay, please rest assured, I will arrange it now."

Although asking the guest to relocate is a bit loud, since the other party is a person who even treats Pang Ge three-pointedly, it is better for me to follow the other party's wishes.

In front, Mo Qingyu and the others had already reached the door of Room [-].

When Mo Qingyu came this time, besides Assistant Zhu, he also brought two bodyguards with him, one named Zhao Dasheng and the other named He Lei. At this moment, Zhao Dasheng stepped forward and came to the door first.

He still has a room card in his hand, which was just prepared by Qian Weiyong below. At this moment, he nodded to He Lei, and saw that He Lei was protecting Mo Qingyu behind him, so he put the card at the door. at the card reader.

At this time, A Qiang and A Feng in the room had already dragged Wei Muyang onto the big bed, their hands had been fastened with leather covers and tied to both sides of the head of the bed.

"Gag your mouth now?"

Ah Qiang held a red ball in his hand and asked Ah Feng.

Ah Feng hesitated for a moment, "Hurry up sooner rather than later, let's block it now, I don't know when Brother Cao and the others will arrive, it just looks like it can't be eaten, it feels really torture."

Ah Qiang sneered, "When did you become so disciplined? Anyway, this kid is like this, even if we can't eat it, it doesn't matter if we touch it. Could Brother Cao still get angry with us over this matter?"

Ah Feng thought about it and laughed too.

"It's rare for you to be good, kid, but what you said is right. If you can't eat it, you can always touch it. Just treat it as a delicacy and cook it slowly."

The two walked towards the bed while talking, but heard a "tick" from the door.

"Brother Cao, they are here so soon?"

The two looked at each other in surprise, but immediately, Ah Feng realized something was wrong.

"No, the room card is in our hands. If Brother Cao and the others come, they must knock on the door. It must not be Brother Cao!"

Ah Qiang also changed his face.

"Who could that be? Go and see quickly. Be sure to block it so that no one can come in."

How can anyone see the situation in the room at this moment, and the bruised teenager with his hands bound, no matter who sees it, he will definitely think it was an atrocity. If the other party yells and alerts the police, That would be bad.

Ah Feng jumped up and rushed towards the door, while Ah Qiang quickly pulled the quilt and covered the young man.

The one who opened the door was naturally Zhao Dasheng.

Hearing the sound of the door lock opening, he pushed the door lightly, and he was relieved immediately. The other party didn't put on the anti-theft chain, which made it easier for him to do things.

With a sudden push, the door was pushed open, and the next moment, a big man with a swollen face rushed out, his eyes were fierce, and he shouted viciously: "Who is it? I don't know that this room is already occupied..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Zhao Dasheng and flew out heavily.

Compared with his skills, although Ah Feng has also practiced boxing and kicking for a few days, how could he be Zhao Dasheng's opponent? You must know that Zhao Dasheng was born in the army, and he still has several years of experience as a mercenary after retiring from the army, because he doesn't want to go through the bloody battle again. It was only after he accepted Mo Qingyu's offer to serve as his personal bodyguard that he had to deal with a role like Ah Feng's, and it was really easy for him to deal with a role like Ah Feng.

With a "bang", Ah Feng suddenly fell in, and fell heavily on the floor, unable to get up for a long time, while Ah Qiang, who was at the side, was stunned by the sudden change.

But at this moment, Zhao Dasheng had already rushed in, and he moved extremely fast. Before Ah Qiang woke up from the shock, he had already been punched in the face by him, and fell to the ground immediately, unable to move for a long time.

But even so, Zhao Dasheng didn't relax his vigilance, and landed on the two of them with several kicks one after another. Seeing that the two were completely powerless to fight back, he stopped his fists and made a gesture to He Lei outside.

When all this happened, Mo Qingyu's expression was very calm, but there were occasional flashes of sternness in his eyes.

But when he stepped into the room and saw everything in front of him, that calm mask couldn't be maintained anymore.

On the big black bed, the young man was lying there weakly. His two slender and fair arms were locked at the two ends of the head of the bed by two wide leather sheaths respectively. His upper body, which was not fully covered by the quilt, exposed many red and swollen long hairs. A bruise, obviously, the teenager had gone through a cruel torture before.

"Ayang!"

No longer caring about the subordinates around him, Mo Qingyu took three steps in parallel and rushed to the bedside, looking at the young man with deep heartache already in his eyes.

Although he knew that the young man had been tortured before, but everything he imagined was not as shocking as the picture in front of him. At this moment, when he saw Wei Muyang who was so angry, the fear in Mo Qingyu's heart was finally ignited.

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and patted Wei Muyang's cheek lightly, "Ayang, wake up, don't be afraid, I'm coming, wake up."

There was a nervous tremor in the voice that couldn't be ignored.

Behind him, Assistant Zhu and the two bodyguards looked at each other with deep shock in their eyes.

For so many years, they have never seen their boss lose their temper like this. Even in the Middle East, facing extremist organizations pointing guns to their heads, their boss has never lost his temper at all, and even talked and laughed as usual.

Is such a calm and self-possessed person really the one in front of you whose voice is trembling?

The only one who was not affected by Mo Qingyu was Tian Ya.

When Wei Muyang's tragic situation was reflected in her pupils, she also let out a mournful cry, threw herself down beside the bed, and burst into tears, "Brother Wei, what's wrong with you, wake up, don't scare me, little Brother Wei!"

While crying and shouting, she wanted to shake Wei Muyang, but when she saw the injuries all over her body, she didn't know where to start, Tian Ya's tears suddenly became more violent.

Surprised by Tian Ya's crying, Mo Qingyu regained a little sanity.

Standing up abruptly, walking in front of Ah Feng, kicking him hard: "Tell me, what's wrong with him?"

Ah Feng was kicked by that big man just now, he might have broken his two ribs, he was sweating profusely from the pain at this moment, knowing that something was wrong, when he heard Mo Qingyu's question, he dared not answer, "Use... .Used drugs, it will take another two... two or three hours to wake up..."

Only then did Mo Qingyu feel relieved.

He took a deep breath, returned to the bed, put his finger on Wei Muyang's nose, and touched Wei Muyang's forehead, his heart felt a little more at ease. At the same time, the rationality that disappeared just now also returned to his body.

"Xiao Zhu, find a doctor to come over to help A Yang see his injuries. Da Sheng, tie up these two guys and throw them into the bathroom. I'll ask them something later. He Lei, take care of the door and don't let the other party know There's nothing wrong."

After sending out a few orders, he became the all-powerful Mo Qingyu in the past.

Glancing at Tian Ya, he first took out his mobile phone and called Pang Ge, "Old Pang, please help me find some people, yes, if you are strict enough to call, let them rush to Juntian University Come to the hotel, yes, hurry up, thanks!"

After finishing all this, he said to Tian Ya, "Xiao Tian, ​​please sit next to me first, I want to check A Yang's injury."

Tian Ya raised her face with red and swollen eyes, and was about to say that she could help, but suddenly realized something, blushed, hurriedly nodded and got up, and walked outside the balcony.

The room immediately cleared up.

Mo Qingyu took a deep breath, and then slowly lifted the quilt covering Wei Muyang's body, and everything that was presented made him feel so jealous that he almost gritted his teeth.

The upper body was covered with mottled whip wounds, the abdomen and side waist, and several bruises, which looked like they were caused by heavy blows, and the two slender, white thighs were also covered with scars.

My boy, how much has he suffered...

I must make those people pay the price they deserve!

The sudden pain in his heart made Mo Qingyu almost speechless. He exhausted all his strength to control his breathing.

Not daring to touch those wounds, Mo Qingyu gritted his teeth, walked to the head of the bed, and prepared to help the other party untie the shackles on his hands.

Then just as he unbuttoned the leather case, the scars that came into view made his eyes even more blazing with anger.

The skin on the wrist has been worn to the point of breaking, exposing the bright red tender flesh underneath, but even so, it has not been well taken care of. The skin is obviously soaked in water, and it has already revealed a faint whitish color. If you don't take good care of it, it may be the result of festering and inflammation waiting for Wei Muyang.

Suppressing his anger, Mo Qingyu also took off his other hand, took a look, and sure enough, it was also on the wrist, with the same injury.

What kind of struggle does it take to leave this level of wear and tear!

In his heart, those people had already been sentenced to death, but Mo Qingyu became more gentle in his next actions.

With so many injuries, it hurts even thinking about it. If it wasn't for the fear of catching cold in the air, Mo Qingyu wouldn't want to cover Wei Muyang with a quilt. All great pain.

Sure enough, even though his movements were as gentle as possible, there was still a trace of pain on Wei Muyang's pale face.

It was so easy to cover the other party with a quilt, Mo Qingyu was already sweating profusely, even when he was facing the situation of life and death, he had never been so nervous.