Chapter 126: Pigs Are Worse Than Dogs Part 2

Chapter 126: Pigs Are Worse Than Dogs Part 2

Li Rulong opened his eyes and found himself in a storage room. He was tied to a chair, his mouth was taped, and he could not move. It was the first time he had been kidnapped in his 50 years of life, and he was terrified.

He had earned so much money and hadn't spent it yet. He had two women in his home and hadn't had enough fun. He didn't want to die in vain. With a creak, the door opened, and a man walked in. In the darkness, he couldn't see the other man's face. He made a whimpering sound, trying to call for help.

"Don't even bother. You can scream your throat out, but no one will come to save you." The young man's voice came out, exactly the same as the voice in the bathroom just now. Only then did he realize that figure was not from the West but from the Chinese region.

Click. The incandescent light was turned on, and the storage room was lit up. The young man took another chair, dragged it to the floor, and sat in front of him.

"I'll be the one who's asking here. All you have to do is nod or shake your head, got it?" The young man smiled and didn't seem as cruel and scary as the robbers in the movie.

"Please" Li Rulong looked at the other man with pleading eyes, expecting him to let him go.

Who knows that the young man suddenly changes his mind. In his amazed gaze, he smacked his face while shouting, "Don't you understand? I told you to nod or shake your head!"

The young man's strength was so great that Li Rulong's face instantly swelled up, with the pattern of the sole of the shoe still printed on it. Li Rulong was blinded by this sudden blow, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, not caring about the pain on his face and nodding his head repeatedly.

"That's right." The young man looked relieved, patted his shoulder, sat back in his chair, and continued to put on a sinister smile. As if it wasn't him who had just hit someone.

After seeing the smile, Li Rulong felt a chill rise from his back. The young man opened the wallet retrieved from Li Rulong's body and took out his ID. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"Li Rulong, male, 53 years old, Executive Director of the Chinese Martial Arts Association. Fang Tianlong's best friend and manager, right?" Li Rulong nodded his head.

"Just now, I heard you talking to someone on the phone. It seems like you said you want more money?"

Li Rulong shook his head frantically. The young man picked up the sole of his shoe and smacked it on Li Rulong's face again.

"Who said you could talk?! Who said you could talk?!" He smacked him left and right as he talked.

With an unsettling feeling in his heart, he hurriedly untied the sack and found that inside was Li Rulong, the manager of this match. He looked around and immediately dragged the sack back to the lounge.

"Master, look. It's the boss! He had been beaten up. Qingshan, Call the ambulance!" Fang Tianlong, who had been chilling before his match, opened his eyes.

Seeing this scene, he frowned slightly. The disciple freed the already unconscious Li Rulong from the sack, only to find that there was still a camera inside, with a card stuck to it. The card was obviously a corner torn off from some propaganda poster.

It was written in wildly exaggerated font with a few big words, "I'm a greedy pig."

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At this same time, Zhang Jue returned to his seat. Knowing the truth of the matter, he was in a mood that could not be described as good or bad.

He thought of old man Chen.

The old master was spontaneous at heart, and a simple failure was not so bad as to make him retire in disgrace. The only explanation was that he knew someone had victimized him, and that person was also his friend.

The old master is dead. Although he didn't say anything, he still thought about that battle for many years. Suppose the two sides fight squarely how the victory or defeat is still unknown. But under the circumstances, it was impossible for him to challenge Chris again, which was probably the regret of his life. Fang Tianlong took on Hudson this time, hoping for a fair result.

The time was 7:50 PM, and there were only 10 minutes left before the match started. Just when everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the ring.

Outside the competition arena. Two well-equipped teams took over the policing of the entire venue. A captain-like man turned on his walkie-talkie, "Mole, This is Raccoon. We've searched the entire West area and no sight of the target. What's the situation on your side?"

A gruff voice came on the other side of the intercom, "The East area has also been searched, no sight of the target found. Damn, I don't know where it went."

Captain "Raccoon," said, "If I'm right, the target should be inside the arena. We must arrest the target as soon as possible. Otherwise, the consequences are unthinkable."

"Fuck!"

The captain of the "Mole" cursed again, "There are probably thousands of people in this arena, and I don't want that calamity to be buried with him amongst these people!"