Dangerous game

After Jiang Bei was knocked unconscious by a wooden stick, he followed the car bumping to this abandoned warehouse. It was still raining outside, and the bean-sized raindrops mercilessly hit the windows, pattering and roaring like a beast.There is only one incandescent lamp covered with cobwebs in the warehouse, and there is a blurred halo in the gray area.

Jiang Bei lay curled up on the ground, two men sat seven or eight meters away from his feet. One was tall and the other was short. Scar, at first glance, looks like a knife-edge licking blood to live.

"The rain won't stop for a while, I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow." The tall one said.

The short man stretched out five fingers, and said cunningly, "Old Feng told us to give us this number."

The tall man raised his eyebrows: "Fifty thousand?"

"50, fuck it, how much is this kid really worth?"

"What is the origin of this man?"

"Whatever, let's just send people out of the country. There will be fishing boats going out at the pier tomorrow, and our speedboat will mix in directly."

Jiang Bei heard the conversation between the two men clearly, sat up with one hand propped on the ground, and asked the two men disheveledly: "Brother, can you give me some water?"

The two looked at each other, and the short one picked up a bottle of mineral water and threw it over. There was a muffled thud when it landed.

Jiang Bei fumbled to get it in his hand, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a big gulp. He drank too fast and coughed a few times in his throat.

The short man looked at Jiang Bei's frail and small body, curious for a moment, and asked casually, "Hey! How did you offend Old Feng?"

The tall man glanced at Jiangbei, and reminded his companions: "Don't worry about it."

"Just ask." The short man didn't take it seriously.

"I have money, so you let me go." Jiang Bei was so frightened that he tried to complete the sentence, trembling, "500 million, I'll give you 500 million, it's not enough, plus, plus, how much, how much do you want... "

The short man spat: "This kid is showing off his wealth in front of us."

"Gag his mouth."

"Okay." The short man pulled a rag and stuffed it directly into Jiang Bei's mouth as instructed, and tied Jiang Bei's hands and feet tightly with a rope, "Let you show off again! Pooh!"

Jiang Bei huddled into a ball, moaning in a muffled voice, listening to the sound, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind slipped in through the cracks in the broken windows, engulfing the humidity of the city, and the night became extremely difficult .

"Shut up! It's too noisy!" The short man picked up a wooden stick and swung it in the air twice.

Jiang Bei was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak anymore, and he honestly rolled into a ball. After tomorrow, he will be dispatched to a foreign country. He will be a coolie and a duck. Send it to enjoy.

The short guy used local materials, and he organized all the things that could catch fire in the whole warehouse into one place, piled them up into a high hill, pointed the lighter to a certain place, and the fire gradually spread, and the two of them gathered around the fire to keep warm.

"Fuck, it's so fucking cold to break the ground. You said that Old Feng had to ask us to go for him. This kid must have dug his family's grave! Hey, you really don't know who this guy is from?"

The tall man didn't answer, and asked something else: "What has Lao Feng been doing lately?"

The short man rubbed his hands, let out a sigh of relief, and said disdainfully: "He's just a dog of the Chen family, and now the owner is dead. I reckon he has found a new owner, who knows."

The fire flickered, and the smoke curled up to the roof of the warehouse, strand by strand, Jiang Bei stared at the smoke with his "unforgivable" eyes, the short man got a bottle of white wine from somewhere, pried off the cap and took a sip , handed it to the tall man, "Come on?"

The tall man closed his eyes and rested his mind, and did not speak to him.

"Put it on."

"Drink less and go to sea tomorrow."

The short man patted his chest: "Brother, I know it well."

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the tall man hurriedly opened his eyes.

The call lasted only half a minute. After the call was cut off, the tall man glanced at Jiang Bei who was lying on the ground, and said to his companion, "Old Feng let me go."

"What do you mean? 50 is in vain?"

"I don't know. Someone will come to pick me up later, so let's not touch him."

"Fuck! This old man is so bad! He's playing with us!" The short man had nowhere to vent his anger. He stood up and took a few steps over, kicking Jiang Bei in the stomach. Jiang Bei suffered from pain and curled up like a loach.

The tall one grabbed the short one and said logically: "Don't cause trouble, this person has a lot of background, let's get out."

"That's enough!?"

"What else do you want, you have to be beaten up to be honest? Go!"

The two walked away in a mess, one after the other, and when they came to the short man, he turned around and spat, with the word "fuck" out of his mouth.

The iron door of the warehouse creaked, and the two kidnappers quickly fled the scene.

Jiang Bei squirmed against the concrete floor towards the door, exerting all his strength with his arms and legs, and he was about to squirm to the warehouse door. The door suddenly opened, and a pair of mud-stained leather shoes came into his sight.

Jiang Bei looked up, his eye circles were boneless red, Shen Munan squatted down, and untied him from the rope and the cloth that gagged his mouth. His hands and feet were still numb, but his body had already been brought into the arms of the man.

"Why did you come here, I thought..."

The scorching breath burned in the ears, and the man's voice was a little sickly hoarse, "Huh?"

"I thought I would never see my mother again."

"Gone?"

Jiang Bei smiled uglier than crying: "What else do you want to hear?"

Shen Munan seemed to have a very shallow laugh, followed by a light cough, "He has no conscience."

A Ping and a few men who looked like bodyguards followed. A Ping went to the warehouse to search around, but he didn't see the kidnappers, and he jumped up and down with nowhere to vent his anger.

"Boss Shen, they ran away."

Shen Munan pulled Jiang Bei to stand up, rubbed off the plaster on his little lover's face with his thumb, and said softly, "Let's go."

A Ping was bloody: "I took a few people to look for them, and tied them up, so I can vent my anger on Mr. Jiang's behalf."

"No need, go back."

"Hey." Aping replied helplessly.

The torrential rain gradually subsided, and the road at night was easier than when he came here. Jiang Bei felt terrified, and after driving more than ten kilometers, he was still foolishly slowing down.

Shen Munan held his little lover's hand tightly, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Bei shook his head, "It's okay."

A Ping, who was driving in the driver's seat, noticed it, and joked: "Mr. Jiang, are you afraid?"

"Nonsense, I have nothing to be afraid of." Jiang Bei muttered.

A Ping smiled: "Okay, you are fat, don't be afraid."

"Ahem", the man who hadn't spoken much coughed a few times, and Ah Ping turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, "Mr. Shen, do you want to go to the hospital for a while?"

Shen Munan kneaded his temples, and said in a buzzing voice, "Go straight back."

Jiang Bei withdrew his hand, stretched it out and touched the man's forehead, it was hot when he touched it, "Do you have a fever?"

"A bit."

Even in the dim light inside the car, Jiang Bei could clearly see the man's weak face. When the man hugged him just now, his whole body was clammy and cold, and his bones were almost soaked by the rain.

Jiang Bei took off his thick down jacket and put it on the man.

"Need not."

"You are sick and wilted, so you can wear it as soon as you are told."

Shen Munan smiled, leaning against Jiangbei with his head drowsy.

That night, Shen Munan fell ill, with a high fever of 38.5°C. He asked a family doctor to see him. He was fine, but he was exposed to the rain for a long time and the cold air invaded his bones. He had to stay in bed for a good rest. One night, it probably got worse.

After taking the antipyretics, Shen Munan lay down on the bed to rest, while Jiang Bei sat on the edge of the bed, worried.

"Go to bed too." Shen Munan said.

Jiang Bei hummed, and wanted to get in when he lifted the quilt. The man pushed him under the quilt, and said without strength: "Sleep in another room, I have a cold."

Jiang Bei was dumbfounded: "I want to sleep with you today."

Shen Munan laughed, accompanied by a few elegant coughs in his throat, he lightly touched his lips with his fist, and the coughing sound gradually stabilized.

Taking advantage of his inattention, Jiang Bei finally got into the bed, rubbed the man's neck and said, "I just heard from A Ping that you are going crazy today, and you almost jumped into the river."

"He told you that?"

"No, I added some modifiers."

"Don't make me laugh, ahem—"

Jiang Bei stretched out his right hand to the man's back, patted it repeatedly, and said duplicity: "I will lose it again in the future, so don't look for it."

Shen Munan's breath became heavier and he did not speak.

"I can't find it anyway. It's a waste of time. If you didn't come today, they said they would transport me abroad tomorrow morning. I don't know where it is."

"Don't talk nonsense."

These three words were pronounced extremely heavily, and Shen Munan suddenly became serious, coughing and panting with his chest rising and falling.

Jiang Bei patted the man's back a few times, his mouth was still muttering, as if trying to get angry with someone, "I'm not talking nonsense, that's what they meant, they took your dad's money, 50, It was only 50, so I sold it."

Shen Munan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "You hate him?"

Jiangbei weary: "Who is it?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

"Yeah, I really hate your dad, what's the use, it's still your dad, in case... Hey Mu Nan, why don't you give me two bodyguards."

"It's too expensive to have a bodyguard, I'll send you to learn Sanda."

"It's so picky, Bai married you." Jiang Bei picked up the man with his hands. Before the man could smile, he laughed himself out of breath, and his whole shoulder was trembling.

"Don't make trouble." Shen Munan grabbed Jiang Bei's hands and feet, and hugged him tightly, with a lingering smile in his voice, "I've already told the hospital, you can take the child there again tomorrow."

"Ah."

"It won't happen again in the future, I promise."

It was almost some kind of firm oath, Jiang Bei was stunned at this moment, he followed the man's thin lips and licked it lightly, pried open the door deftly, and licked into the warmth of his mouth...

Both of them were a little panicked, Shen Munan panted and pushed him away, "Not today."

Jiang Bei was ashamed, bit his lower lip, and said forcefully: "Your mind is full of filth, and I didn't think about it."