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Jin Shui got dressed, and Jia Xibei turned around, holding a skirt brought from Shenyang in his hand.

Jin Shui hadn't worn a skirt for many years, and she had a strange expression. Jiaxibei lifted the quilt, hugged her stump, and put the skirt on.

Jin Shui stared at the ceiling, feeling vulnerable, embarrassed, resentful, and all kinds of emotions flooded his heart.

Jia Xibei carefully tied a knot under the hem of the skirt so as not to lose everything: "Okay, sister."

Jin Shui turned her eyes to look at him. Although he was a boy, he didn't have the oppressive and aggressiveness of a man, which made her feel very comfortable: "Thank you, Xiaobei."

Jia Xibei was shy and blushed.

Jin Shui pinched that pink and tender face: "Hey, why are you blushing?"

"Sister, don't..." Jia Xibei was so old that he had never touched a girl's hand, so he hid away in embarrassment.

"Are you ready?" Yuan Zhen asked outside the curtain.

"Okay." Jia Xibei stuffed the disposable hospital gown that Jin Shui took off into the trash can, Yuan Zhen walked in, nodded respectfully to Jin Shui, and asked him, "Have you packed everything?"

"Well, how's your injury?" Jia Xibei stood on tiptoe, scratched his collar and looked inside.

"What are you doing!" Yuan Zhen was startled and pushed him away.

Jia Xibei cowered away timidly like a frightened rabbit, and Yuan Zhen also felt that she was a bit too much, so she unbuttoned a few buttons and opened the shirt to him: "It's much better..."

At this time, the curtain was lifted from the outside, and Gao Xiu, who was wearing a hoodie, walked in.

They made an appointment before, to pick up Jinshui and leave the hospital tonight.

Seeing the bruises and wounds on his forehead, Jia Xibei pushed Yuan Zhen away anxiously: "Brother, what's wrong with your head?" With a trembling voice, he tugged on Gao Xiu's arm, "What's wrong, brother?" ,Let me see!"

Yuan Zhen suddenly felt like an idiot with her shirt open.

"It's okay, a little injury," Gao Xiu said nonchalantly, and saluted Jin Shui, "The car is downstairs, ready to leave at any time."

Jin Shui leaned on the pillow without moving: "Where will you take me, what's your next plan?"

Her reaction was within Gao Xiu's expectations. It is impossible for someone who has been a leader of a society to follow someone without asking, even if these people saved her life.

"Our elder brother's target," Gao Xiu said in a low voice, "is Beifu."

Jin Shui was stunned.

That is the important town of Dyeshe in the north.

Yuan Zhen knew that she had concerns: "Ding Huanliang is in Beifu, under the protection of Chaoyang Group, I saw it with my own eyes."

Jin Shui lowered his eyes, and after a while, smiled brightly: "Killing Ding Huanliang, death is worth it."

In her eyes, Jialantang travels thousands of miles to challenge the dyeing society, which is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"We have the support of Beifutang Qingshan Group," Gao Xiu said, "We can give it a try."

Jin Shui raised his eyes, with dark pupils, and nodded.

Yuan Zhen picked her up, Gao Xiu opened the curtain, the bed next door was empty, Jia Xibei passed by with some things, and said with some regret: "A Lai went to dinner and didn't come back, and I want to say goodbye to him..."

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the corridor, as if someone from the Chaoyang Group was coming this way.

Gao Xiu and Yuan Zhen looked at each other, then quickly returned to the bed and closed the curtain.

"Where's that kid who made trouble last time!" Three gangsters came in, scratching their necks and yelling, "Get out of here!"

Jia Xibei tugged at Yuan Zhen's sleeve in fear.

"Looking for you?" Gao Xiu asked.

Yuan Zhen wanted to go out, but Jia Xibei refused to let her go: "No...they beat you!"

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Zhen didn't even move her brows, "You guys go, don't delay the big event."

Even though the Chaoyang group didn't know their identities yet, Jin Shui left the hospital in such a quiet night without removing the bandages, which looked suspicious no matter what.

Before Jia Xibei let go, Gao Xiu made a decisive decision and pulled him away: "Yuan Zhen is right, the overall situation is the most important thing."

Yuan Zhen went out, and a few gangsters sandwiched him from left and right, and walked towards the dark corridor.

"Brother Xiu, no," Jia Xibei stomped his feet, "They beat him really hard!"

Gao Xiu frowned: "Listen to me, go first, Yuan Zhen is fine..."

"Jiaxibei!" At this time, someone came again, calling Jiaxibei's name at the door, "Which one is Jiaxibei!"

what happened?Jia Xibei was stunned.

Gao Xiu looked at him in confusion, Jia Xibei put down his things, and said softly, "Brother Xiu, take Sister Jin and go first, I'll come back with Brother Zhen..."

"No!" Gao Xiu grabbed his wrist, unlike Yuan Zhen, he had no ability to protect himself.

"Jia Xibei!" The man came to find him on the bed, and lifted all the curtains. Seeing that it was about to be lifted here, Jia Xibei turned around and went out: "I... I am here!"

It's a gangster I haven't seen before, so I looked him up and down: "Brother Xiaoliu is looking for you."

Jia Xibei was surprised: "What does he want from me?"

"I don't know either," the gangster smirked, "you'll know when you go."

Jia Xibei looked back at the bed curtain, as long as Gao Xiu successfully took Jin Shui away, his mission in Beifu would be completed, so he obediently followed without hesitation.

Strangely, the gangster didn't take him to the office where Yuanzhen was tortured last time, but went in the opposite direction, passing the equipment room, operating room, and a long series of rooms of unknown purpose, to a double-opening door.

The gangster knocked on the door: "Boss, we're here."

"Come in." A lazy voice came from inside.

The gangster twisted open the door, pushed Jia Xibei in, and closed the door behind him.

The sound of the locking made Jia Xibei shiver. It was a large bedroom, which could be called comfortable, and the light was very dark. Thick candles were lit next to the large double bed, and there was a pleasant scent of flowers.

"Come on," Brother Xiaoliu came out from a dark corner, with his hair untied and clothes not properly dressed, he waved to him in his pajamas, "Have you had dinner? I have peanuts and apples here."

Jia Xibei was a little afraid, and stepped back. Brother Xiaoliu saw him retreat, and there was something fierce in his eyes.

"Brother, what's the matter..."

"I can't talk to you if I have nothing to do?" Brother Xiaoliu was not in a hurry, and sat on the bed nearby.

"It's okay..." Jia Xibei grabbed the corner of his clothes, "It's okay, I'm leaving."

Brother Xiaoliu raised his legs, and from the open hem of his pajamas, it could be seen that he was not wearing anything underneath, "If you leave, that guy will be sent back with his flesh and blood ripped apart."

"Ah?" Jia Xibei's concerns and worries were all written on his face.

"Come on," Brother Xiaoliu smiled and patted the bed, "Come and sit."

Jia Xibei didn't want to, but he didn't dare to pass, he twisted his waist and took two steps, and sniffed lightly: "Brother Liu, can you stop beating him..."

Brother Xiaoliu's eyes lit up: "Okay, of course." He rubbed his hands eagerly, "You come."

Jia Xibei sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, the scent of the candle was choking, Brother Xiaoliu held his hand: "Have you checked the palmistry?"

Jassie shook his head.

"Let me show you," Brother Xiaoliu stretched out his little hand and stroked it slowly, "Oh, the lifeline is here." He touched the itchy place on the inside of his wrist, "Live long."

Jia Xibei felt awkward with his arms crossed.

"Well...you suffered a lot when you were a child," Brother Xiaoliu said close to his ear, "you suffered a lot of grievances."

He was right, and Jia Xibei looked at him in surprise. The trick of "suffering hardships in childhood" has been tried and tested repeatedly, Brother Xiaoliu took advantage of the situation and put his arms around his shoulders: "Look at this thread, it's inserted between your fingers..."

He tightened his arms, almost trying to hug Jia Xibei into his arms, but Jia Xibei stared at his palm stupidly, without realizing it.

"Your love line is very good." Brother Xiaoliu glanced at his white neck in his big coat, "Someone hurts, he is older than you, he is an older brother, and you won't suffer if you follow him."

"Yeah." Jia Xibei nodded, Brother Xiu loved him very much.

"This brother..." Brother Xiaoliu couldn't help it, and kissed him on the cheek, "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

Jia Xibei was frightened and didn't react for a while.

Brother Xiaoliu pushed him down on the bed, stepped up, and hurriedly unfastened the belt of his pajamas, while Jia Xibei stared blankly at him, and said aggrievedly, "I...I'm a boy."

"I know," Brother Xiaoliu tugged at his trouser waist, "I like you just like you!"

Jia Xibei seemed to understand what he was going to do, but he didn't seem to understand. He stepped on the bed and shrank back desperately.

He held it so hard that it hurt Jia Xibei. He struggled desperately, and the gun on his waist fell out and slid to Brother Xiaoliu's crotch.

"Gun?" Brother Xiaoliu picked it up and stared in surprise.

But the bursting desire left him no time to delve into it. He raised his hand and threw the gun to the ground, and rushed towards Jia Xibei.

Jia Xibei screamed, it was the only thing he could defend himself, he grabbed a square glass bottle on the small cabinet with both hands, it was very hard, and threw it at Little Liu indiscriminately.

"I cao!" Brother Xiaoliu felt pain and let go of his hand. Suddenly there was a strong fragrance. It was a perfume bottle. The cork was smashed off, and the essence mixed with alcohol drenched him all over.

Jia Xibei cried, and curled up on the bed with his upper body naked. Brother Xiaoliu's head was red and his hand was bloody. He cursed and raised his fist at Jia Xibei.

There was really nothing at hand, except pillows, candles, and a lighter for lighting wax. Without thinking about it, Jia Xibei grabbed the lighter and stretched it towards Brother Xiaoliu, and pressed the switch.

Suddenly, an orange-red flame ignited on Brother Xiaoliu's wet skin, and the smell of rose water evaporated quickly. He only yelled, and his respiratory tract was burned by the heat, rolling, jumping, and dancing in the dim room .

Jia Xibei was holding the lighter, staring at the living fire in front of him in astonishment. The curtains were ignited, and the bed sheets were also up. A younger brother outside the door heard the voice and asked tentatively, "Brother?"

He jumped out of bed and wandered around the big house in panic. There was a fire in the house and he couldn't get out. He opened the window. The third floor was not high, but there was no place to stay nearby. ventilation ducts.

He opened the closet, climbed up with the drawn drawers, pushed open the pipe network and looked down. Little Brother Liu had not moved on the ground.

The pipe was quite spacious for him, and he could crawl with both hands and feet. There was wind on his head, and it should be connected to the air outlet. The thick smoke in the room rose up and drifted behind him with the wind.

After climbing a few meters, he heard a bang behind him, Brother Xiaoliu's door was knocked open, and someone shouted: "Extinguish the fire! Drag Brother Xiaoliu out! That sissy!"

He was trembling with fright, tears were dripping on his hands, there was only a piece of light not far from the long black tube, he choked up and crawled over.

Approaching the front, light hands and feet, looking down through the pipe network, it is an operating room, the operation has just finished, the doctor is sitting on a chair to rest, on the stage is a comatose patient, the staff rudely removed his Sterile cloth and breathing mask.

Jassie covered his mouth.

That face was that of Alai, with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression, but looking down, there was a long wound on his stomach, the blood hadn't been wiped clean.

"Send the liver first, the liver is in a hurry." The doctor took off his mask, and it was the one who operated on Jinshui. "Where's the left kidney?"

There were several identical square boxes on the table. He looked at them and was very unhappy: "How many times have I said it, and they are all labeled. What if I make a mistake!"

The staff hurried over to put labels on them to make records, and the doctor rubbed his temples wearily: "Recently, there have been a lot of injured warriors in the south. Xiao Liu has been telling us to hurry up. The few remaining children have been doing it in the past two days."

The blood in Jia Xibei's whole body froze, and he couldn't believe what he said, those homeless children, the apples and peanuts they ate happily, the beauty he once thought was beautiful, but there was such a cruel truth behind it!

The doctor yawned and left. Alai was hastily put into a body bag by the staff, thrown on the trolley and pulled out. Then, the lights went out.

The long pipeline fell into darkness again, and Jia Xibei pressed against the cold iron sheet in the darkness, weeping silently, Ah Lai, he was still so young, he kindly told himself not to "hard top", he helped take care of Jinshui, and he also took care of Those bastards in the Chaoyang group are called "brothers"!

Shocked, heartbroken, and hated, he trembled to the point of convulsions, and repeatedly rubbed his fists against the iron sheet, wishing he could crush the murderer of the dyeing society... Yes, that's why they came to Beifu. Desperate for this purpose.

Jia Xibei wiped away his tears, mustered up his courage, and continued to climb.

After climbing for a long time, I saw the light again, an office I had never seen before, the decoration was very luxurious, and there were two men sitting on the sofa, who I didn't recognize.

"...I spent most of the night with you in this crappy place!" said one.

"We're going to ship a batch of goods tonight," said the other, "I'll hand over the business to you in the future. The person in charge is Xiao Liu, and I'll have someone call it."

"He Feifei, you are really good at it. You dare to touch your organs. Let your hall master know and take your skin off!"

Jia Xibei was surprised, the tall man below was actually He Feifan, the leader of the Chaoyang team, so wouldn't it be Ding Huanliang who was talking to him?

"How can I let him know," He Feifei grabbed Ding Huanliang's shoulders, "The dyeing society is a serious society, and poison and organs are expressly prohibited."

Ding Huanliang pushed him: "There is no end to it, do you have the eyepiece for the skull crown?"

"Cao, this is the number one, you are just not satisfied."

"Not as good as I used to be."

"Where did you find that?"

"I exchanged it with a small iron ore, which is said to be the 'eye' of the peony lion," Ding Huanliang said sternly, "When Cen Zhuo is caught, I will definitely dig out his eyes!"

He Feifan looked at him: "Peony lion?" He laughed, "You can pull it down!"