Chapter 423

Muziliang's whole set of bones were pulled apart.

they hurt.

The pain is overwhelming.

The gangsters dragged him to a river outside the warehouse, where the weeds were sparse and the water was stagnant. The water quality was very poor, and it was as green as hell.

"What do you want? What do you want to do? "

Muziliang cried out, his body trembling.

Dragging to the river, a man untied the rope in his hand, and then kicked him down the river without hesitation.

Muziliang fell into the river with a thump, and the icy water covered him in an instant. In this second, he couldn't care for any injury. He struggled hard subconsciously, but he couldn't even step on the bottom. Gudong Gudong drank several mouthfuls of stinky water.

His face was stuck by the dirty green duckweed, and he was completely embarrassed.

"Ha ha ha!"

The bastards stood on the bank and looked at him. They all laughed happily and pulled a noble man to a worse situation than them. It was a very relaxing thing.

The children next to them, seeing that the adults are laughing, don't know what they are laughing at, follow and laugh at the old man in the river.

“……”

It's cold.

It's cold.

The sense of suffocation rushed to muziliang crazily. He struggled desperately in the water. The laughter from the Bank fell into his ears from the water, and the harsh degree increased countless times.

Muziliang drank many mouthfuls of dirty water and couldn't open his eyes.

dying.

He can't hold on.

He was famous all his life, but he didn't expect that he was not in charge of his own life and death, and he was held in his hand by several gangsters.

Muziliang didn't have much strength at all. After a few struggles, he couldn't fight. When he thought he was going to die in the water, a gangster jumped on the river and pulled him up.

Muziliang rolled several times on the ground like an animal, and all the stones and mud stuck to him.

He held himself in his arms, trembling, his lips purple, and the wrinkles on his face trembling.

It's cold. It's too cold.

He can't stand it.

He wants air conditioning, he wants heating, he wants hot water

It's cold.

It's cold.

The next second, the bastards said something, maybe they thought he had enough rest, and kicked him down the green river.

"Bang!"

Mu Ziliang fell heavily into the river in exchange for another burst of ridicule from the shore.

He fell into the river and paddled desperately reflexively. His bones hurt as if they were all broken. He would float and sink again.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The gangsters on the shore laughed and pointed at him.

It's cold.

It hurts.

Can't breathe.

If repeated, muziliang was pushed down several times in a row. In the end, muziliang had no other impression, only boundless despair.

He looked up from the water and looked at the faces. All of a sudden, he didn't think about anything, the herdsman didn't think about it, the future of the herdsman didn't think about it.

What else can he think and do when he is dying?

Suddenly, he also understood Ying Hannian's hatred for himself.

Living in such a place, I'm afraid every minute is as desperate as he is now.

Die, die.

It's just one life.

Muziliang no longer struggled, closed his eyes and sank into the water, letting the stinky green water swallow him up.

All of a sudden, he was pulled up again. He spat out the water in his mouth. He fell on the bank and looked at the bastards, shaking over and over again.

When is he going to be tortured?

Can't even death help him?

“……”

Muziliang had no strength to speak, so he fell to the ground, his turbid eyes looking forward without any light.

Someone kicked him and was about to push him back into the water when someone yelled, "Hello!"

Everyone turned and looked out.

In the distance, a group of people are coming here, headed by Ying Hannian. The sunshine shows his shadow in the wasteland. He is tall and thin. He comes step by step with sunglasses and a leather box in his hand.“……”

Mu Ziliang fell to the ground and looked at him stupidly.

He's here.

When the gangsters saw that the other side was coming, they immediately stood up to copy the guy. The remaining two picked up muziliang from the ground and controlled him.

"Hey, stop it for me!"

The leading gangster held a steel pipe and cried out. It was clear that they were the kidnappers, but the voice was empty.

Ying Hannian took off his sunglasses and threw them aside, revealing a expressionless face. He directly opened the suitcase and held it in his hand. In the local language, he said, "let me stop. How do you take the money?"

This is the local coin he exchanged before he left.

At the sight of the box full of money, everyone's eyes glowed, and a sound of swallowing saliva rang out.

Everyone looked at each other, and the leader pointed to Ying Hannian with a strong voice, "come here alone!"

Like the old man, he looks clean and dignified. He may be a young master, unlike the bodyguards behind him who seem to be able to fight.

Yes, it's safer for him to come here alone.

Maybe we can tie another young master.

Greed, there is no degree, one will think of two, everyone is so, they this group of life and death street thugs is more simply brainless.

"Good."

Ying Hannian didn't talk nonsense. He came to them with a box.

The gangsters all grasped the weapons in their hands, with knives and steel pipes, and some of them pointed their shotguns at Ying Hannian.

Ying Hannian was steady step by step. There was no expression on his handsome face. Seeing that the leather box was getting closer to them, everyone couldn't help licking their lips.

Ying Hannian was quickly surrounded by a group of them. Without fear, he calmly handed over the leather box in his hand.

Seeing this, the leader threw the steel tube directly, rubbed his hands and took the box forward. Ying Hannian stood there, his face suddenly changed, and the cold light of his eyes flashed by. He threw the box at the man and kicked the man with the gun.

A fight is imminent.

No one expected that this well-dressed young man who looked like a rich young master would suddenly start his hand first. All of them rushed towards yinghannian with a machete. Yinghannian flashed by one by one, snatched a machete and swept the people in front of him.

Red blood splashed on his face and burned his eyes.

Surrounded by a group of people, none of them could get close to him.

At this time, the bodyguards who were tens of meters away all rushed up, and the gangsters who took the initiative suddenly became one side of the resistance.

The fighting was deafening.

"Don't fight! Hit me again and kill him! I killed the old man

The two gangsters holding muziliang were scared out of their wits and screamed with a knife across muziliang's body.

"..." Ying Hannian walked over slowly and looked at mu Ziliang, who was on the verge of death. His eyes deepened. Suddenly, he threw the machete in his hand directly. As soon as the machete flew out, it hit the man's arm.