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After packing up after get off work, it was already daylight.

On the bus in the early morning, there were few passengers, Wei Ziyang arrived at the stop half asleep and half awake, yawned, and walked lazily towards home.In front of me is a patch of dilapidated low-rise houses. It is rare to see such poor houses in modern cities. The air is mixed with the smell of breakfast and the smell of toilets. This area is a standard slum, and early risers With tiredness on his face, he started a new day of life numbly.

Wei Ziyang walked the narrow path that only one person can pass through, and walked into the depths of the house group.

Since his adoptive father and adoptive mother passed away, he has lived here, and he can only afford to live here. Even so, the landlord often comes to the door to scold the street because he did not pay the rent on time.

His residence was already in sight, but he slowed down instead.

The old, chipped wooden door wobbled like a dead leaf.

Something is very wrong, why is the door open, it was locked when I went to work yesterday.

The sixth sense told Wei Ziyang: something happened!

Just as he was hesitating whether to go there, a big and sturdy man came out of the house, holding a stick as thick as an arm in his hand.

fuck!

Wei Ziyang only had time to say these two words in his heart, dropped the things in his hand, turned his head and ran away.

"A man is coming! Catch him!" The burly man roared, and several burly men rushed out of the room, chasing him together.

Wei Ziyang ran desperately, because if he was caught, he would really die.

In his panic, he knocked down the aunt who was shopping for vegetables, kicked over the neighbor's toilet, and tore off the clothes drying in the aisle. There was only one thought in his mind: run!

However, after staying up all night and being extremely tired, how could he outrun those muscular men?

They didn't run much before they caught him.

"Damn it, you still dare to run? I don't think it will break your leg!" A man picked up a stick and smashed it into the hollow of his knee.

"Ah—" Severe pain came from his feet, Wei Ziyang couldn't stand upright, and fell to his knees.Afterwards, the sticks fell on him like raindrops, and the pain spread all over his limbs. He could only curl up and barely covered his head with his hands.

Another person grabbed his collar, dragged him to a sink, grabbed his hair and pressed it into the sink. The faucet was turned on to the maximum, and the icy cold water rushed down and rushed into his body unceremoniously. His mouth and nose choked into his chest and lungs, making him shiver with cold.

"Aren't you going to run? Huh? Damn, you're so brave! Are you going to run?" A person yelled in his ear.

"Cough cough cough... let me go..."

Out of breath, Wei Ziyang struggled desperately and coughed vigorously, but more and more water poured into his mouth, and the suffocation feeling filled with fear hit his brain.

Those people didn't seem to think it was enough, they dragged their hair and sent them underwater, punching and kicking him non-stop.

"Watch you run again! Fuck!"

"No...cough...don't run, let go...cough..." Pain, suffocation, mixed together, Wei Ziyang waved his limbs weakly.

will die?

The lack of oxygen makes the brain's consciousness thinner, and the struggling movements become slower.

When you die, you don't have to do anything, how easy and enjoyable it is.

It's okay to die, but to be alive is a shameful slut.

but……

The faces of his adoptive parents broke into his brain, followed by his mother and Wei Ziqi. They all said that people would see the person they most wanted to see before they died. Is it true?

The last thing that came to my mind was a stern face and a message that I received last night when I was in the famous building.

Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I was shocked.

no!How can you die!I haven't lived enough!

"Help...ahem, let go...I won't run away..." Wei Ziyang begged for mercy, and suddenly struggled hysterically.

The big man seemed to see that he was about to lose his hold, so he was rudely dragged out of the sink and threw him on the ground, and several people stepped on him a few times in puzzled resentment.

Wei Ziyang panted heavily, breathing in fresh air.

"Take him back!" A big man grabbed him.

With such a big commotion, the neighbors around have been woken up long ago, but no one dared to speak out, and the doors and windows of every house were pressed tightly, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body.

Wei Ziyang's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, blood was bleeding from the scratched place, his clothes were mostly wet, his body was covered with footprints, dirty and tattered, he was dragged staggeringly due to severe exhaustion, and was carried back home in a daze .

The door was kicked open by them, and Wei Ziyang was thrown to the ground before he could mourn for the door for a second.

Does it still look like a home here? All the drawers have been pulled out, everything is scattered all over the floor, everything that can be smashed is smashed, only one stainless steel bowl is still intact, and half a bowl of instant noodles was knocked over. Had leftovers from dinner yesterday before heading out.The worst thing was the bed, the quilt and pillows were all cut into strips, and the cotton wool was turned out from inside.

At this moment, there was only one expression on Wei Ziyang's face, which was a smile.He was grinning cheerfully, as if watching a joke, as if this wasn't his home.

Because he knew exactly what these people were looking for.

Money, these people are looking for money.

However, in this room, you can find cockroaches and mice, but you can't find money.

"You can still laugh when you're about to die, isn't your brain sick?" a man above his head said sullenly.

Wei Ziyang looked up, and there was a fierce man sitting on the only chair in the room. His face was covered with scars, and he was playing with a dagger in his hand. He seemed to be the leader of this group.

His eyes slowly moved to the table next to him. A man was tied to the table like a frog in a laboratory.The man's face was thin, and his limbs trembled in fear. When he saw Wei Ziyang being captured, his eyes were filled with surprise first, and then guilt.

The boss stared at the man with a grim face: "How about it, Lin Xiang? Either pay the money now, or I'll take a few fingers back to pay the interest temporarily. Choose one, and don't gossip about it."

Lin Xiang trembled: "No money... Really no money..."

"If you want to gamble, don't be afraid of losing." The leader patted Lin Xiang's cheek with a shiny dagger, "So, you chose the second way?"

"Don't..." Lin Xiang stared at the dagger dangling in front of him in horror, and looked at Wei Ziyang for help, "Ziyang, help me..."

The boss glanced at Wei Ziyang: "Little brother, take out the money if you have it, and pay the interest."

This is not the first time he has come to collect debts, so he naturally knows that this man will not pay any money, he can only dig from Wei Ziyang.

Wei Ziyang sneered: "Who is he, I don't know him."

Lin Xiang's eyes widened angrily: "Wei Ziyang, how dare you be ungrateful! Shameless thing! Who do you think you can rely on to survive till now! White-eyed wolf!"

Wei Ziyang just laughed and ignored it.

The boss lost his patience and said viciously: "If you don't pay back the money, you will cut off your hands! I see how many fingers you have!" He grabbed Lin Xiang's head and slammed it on the table several times, raising his right hand high dagger.

"No! Help!" Lin Xiang was struggling like a landed fish, stomping on his limbs, "Wei Ziyang, you heartless thing!"

"What are you arguing about! My head hurts! Press him down for me!"

A few people next to him rushed up and pressed him firmly on the table.

"Help!" Lin Xiang changed from yelling to crying, "Ziyang! Please help me! I know you are rich! I know you have a way! Ziyang!"

"Again, I'll stack your whole hands together!"

"No! Ziyang! Help me one last time! Please! For my parents' sake! How can you be cruel!"

Wei Ziyang had a splitting headache, and insults and cries filled his ears. He slowly got up from the ground, his eyes were red, and he was full of hostility.

"Let him go." His voice was not loud, but it was loud, like a knife, forcibly splitting this noisy room into a quiet world.

The boss was shocked, but after all, he was used to the scene, and shouted, "Either pay back the money! Or chop off your hands!"

"I will pay back his money."

"Are you going to pay it back? Can you pay it back?" The leader waved his dagger, "Do you know how much he owes?"

"I'll pay whatever you owe."

"What he owes this time is not a small amount! One million! Do you know one million?"

Rao Wei Ziyang was mentally prepared, but it still seemed like he was beaten with a sap. Since Lin Xiang was addicted to gambling and had a lot of debts, he paid countless money for him, from tens of thousands at the beginning to 10,000+ later, no Thinking that this time it suddenly became 100 million.

How can Wei Ziyang, who has searched the house and can't find a penny, repay it?

Seeing that Wei Ziyang hesitated, the leader said fiercely: "How is it? I'm sorry, I'm going to chop off my hand!"

As they spoke, several people pressed Lin Xiang hard again, making gestures to stack their fingers.

Lin Xiang shouted like killing a pig: "Help! Ziyang! You promise quickly! You promise first!"

"Stop howling! Are you fucking promising!" Wei Ziyang was furious, kicked the foot of the table, kicking the table for several meters, "Either you chop your neck! Everyone is done! Or get lost! I said I will pay back the money, don’t you understand?”

Wei Ziyang's hair was disheveled, his eyes were wide open, and his exquisite face was filled with murderous intent, like a ghost crawling out of hell, who would tear people to pieces in the next second.

"One million, are you going to pay it back?" the leader confirmed.

"I'll pay it back! One month, I'll deliver it to your door! Get the hell out of here now!"

"Say it earlier, so you don't have to hurt your peace." The leader put down his dagger and walked over with a smirk, "You are the young master of a famous building, just twist your ass and the money will be in your pocket, 100 million is for you It’s trivial, isn’t it, how many brothers?”

The others echoed.

"You look pretty good." The leader smiled lewdly, and looked around him with lewd eyes, "Why don't you give us some meat now and get some interest? Hey, tell me, if we go to a famous building to play, can we Can't I call you to serve?"

There was a smile on Wei Ziyang's face, but the smile was icy cold, and his eyes were contemptuous: "It's just you? You can't even enter the toilets of famous buildings."

The leader was furious, and raised his bowl-sized fist, about to hit him in the face, but for some reason, looking at his cold and beautiful face, a sense of fear of being stared at by a poisonous snake emerged from the bottom of his heart. He held it in mid-air and couldn't fall down for a long time.

"Get lost!" Wei Ziyang roared.

The corner of the leader's mouth twitched, and he said viciously: "Okay, 100 million, if you don't come out after a month, don't blame me for being cruel!"

They left the house, and before they left, they smashed a few porcelain bowls that slipped through the door to pieces.

Wei Ziyang was exhausted, his whole body was sore, and he could hardly stand upright.

Lin Xiang was ecstatic. Although he was still lying on the table, he looked excited: "Ziyang, thank you so much, I knew you would save me! You are so kind."

This Lin Xiang is the biological son of his adoptive parents. After the death of his adoptive parents, he became worse than a beggar from a young age. net.

Just because his adoptive parents were kind to him, he squeezed him again and again, and it got worse.

100?Wei Ziyang looked at this room without a single intact object, feeling numb in his heart.Where did 100 million come from?Robbing a bank?

Stepping forward to loosen Lin Xiang's bondage, Wei Ziyang uttered harsh words with a sullen face, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

He hasn't been back to this home for a long time, and he didn't expect to give him a "surprise" when he came back.

Lin Xiang sneered, his face turned green and pale, and he said with a cheeky smile: "Hey, thank you, Ziyang, I never thought I would be cornered by a mere 100 million yuan. It's really bullying by dogs, damn it."

"This is the last time I will help you. From now on, we will return to the bridge and return to the road. Don't bother me again." Wei Ziyang said expressionlessly.

Lin Xiang froze: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Wei Ziyang sneered, "Have you been beaten mentally? You can't understand such a simple sentence."

"Are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

"Am I related to you?"

"You..." Lin Xiang's expression twisted, "White-eyed wolf! If it weren't for my parents, you..."

"What shame do you have to mention Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin? I have repaid the favor of the Lin family double in the past two years! The tiger is in peace? You really think highly of yourself, you are a fucking dog." Wei Ziyang pointed at the door, "Get out! You disappear from my presence now! This house is rented by me, not your share! Don't disgust me in front of me!"

"That...the one million..."

"I will pay back the 100 million, get out!" Wei Ziyang finished speaking, dragged his tired body and fell on the bed, regardless of whether he was still wet, rolled up the tattered quilt, covered his head and fell asleep, never again. Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang stared at the back of his head, with hatred for being despised, but he didn't dare to say anything more, after all, he still expected him to pay back the money for him, gritted his teeth for a long time, and left angrily.

Hearing the sound of him walking away, Wei Ziyang half-closed his eyes under the blanket and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

A message was sent from between the fingers: "I was almost beaten to death, the fuck is so cruel."

After a while, the other party wrote back: "Be careful."

The extremely brief reply was like that person's extremely cold face.

Wei Ziyang gritted his teeth unwillingly, hesitantly edited another article: "My chest still hurts."

This time the reply was a little more than before, really just a little bit: "Be careful."

Oh shit!Wei Ziyang ruthlessly put away his phone, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep as he was extremely tired.