Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 218 Better to die than live

The setting sun in the sky slowly poured the last touch of golden light onto the sparkling sea, and then, little by little, it disappeared into the thick clouds, taking away the last trace of warm yellow light.

The sea breeze was a little cool as it blew gently, ruffling the man's hair on his forehead.

Shisandao sat on the fence, his posture upright and indifferent. His eyes crossed the sea in front of him, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette box, but found that the box was already empty.

He sighed helplessly, crumpled the empty cigarette box into a ball and threw it away.

At this time, the dark-skinned younger brother who had just been scolded by him was keeping an eye on all directions and listening carefully. When he saw the embarrassment in Shisandao's hands, he immediately took out a pack of exquisitely packaged cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

A bright smile broke out on his face and he came forward to greet me.

He held the cigarette in both hands and carefully handed it to Shisandao, with a flattering and fawning tone:

"Brother Thirteen, if you don't mind, you can pick mine."

Shisandao slightly tilted his head and glanced coldly at the dark-skinned boy, but did not immediately take the cigarette.

The corner of his mouth curled up into an ambiguous smile, "It seems that you have made a lot of money following Uncle Shan in the past two years. These cigarettes must have cost a lot of money, right?"

When the dark-skinned younger brother heard this, his smile widened even more, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter, it's all because Uncle Xianshan thinks highly of me and is willing to help me make money."

Shisandao snorted lightly, and finally reached out to take the pack of cigarettes.

Seeing this, the dark-skinned younger brother became even more attentive and immediately took out an exquisite lighter from his pocket. He carefully used his hand to block the sea breeze for fear that the fire would be blown out, and lit a cigarette for Shisandao with very skillful movements.

Shisandao took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of white smoke, which looked particularly hazy in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Seeing this, the dark-skinned younger brother took the opportunity to pull out a small bag of betel nuts from his pocket and asked with a big smile on his face, "Brother Thirteen, do you want to eat some betel nuts to wake you up?"

Thirteen Blades exhaled a puff of smoke and replied coldly: "No need."

After using the toilet, Shen Qianhe searched inside but couldn't find any useful weapon.

Time was running out. She looked at the watch on her wrist. The hands were ticking mercilessly, and there were less than ten minutes left before the deadline given by Thirteen Knives.

Just as she was about to give up the search and turn away, a subtle clue caught her attention.

Her eyes fell on a corner behind the door, where a small bag of dirty toothpicks lay quietly.

Shen Qianhe's eyes lit up instantly. She bent down, trying not to make any noise, and carefully picked up the pack of toothpicks through a few pieces of toilet paper.

She counted the number of toothpicks, exactly ten, no more, no less.

She found a piece of paper, carefully wrapped the ten toothpicks, and put them in the pocket of her jeans.

Shen Qianhe walked out of the bathroom, and was greeted by a scene that was about to sink into night.

The sun has quietly disappeared below the horizon, and a group of seagulls are flying in the distant sky.

Shisandao had been waiting not far away. When he saw Shen Qianhe coming out, he raised his chin slightly and signaled her with his eyes to look at the several jeeps parked on the beach.

"Let's go."

Thirteen Blades' voice was deep and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

Shen Qianhe followed behind him silently, and each step seemed extremely heavy.

After taking two steps, she suddenly asked, "I don't think you are a bad person, so why did you betray my father?"

Thirteen Blades did not stop, nor did he look back at her, but just continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Shen Qianhe became even more anxious. She took a step forward, almost walking side by side with Thirteen Blades, and spoke again:

"Do you know the consequences of kidnapping me?"

This time, Thirteen Blades finally reacted.

He turned his head to look at Shen Qianhe, and there was no fluctuation in his voice: "So? What do you want to express?"

"If anything happens to me, not only my dad but also my husband will not let you go!"

Shen Qianhe raised her head, with a warning look on her face, "Do you know who my husband is?"

Shisandao stood still, looking deeply at the arrogant hostage in front of him, and raised his lips slightly.

"Then you have to make sure you can stay alive and wait until your husband comes to rescue you."

Boom!

Shen Qianhe's head was filled with a sudden thunderclap, and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

Every word he just said was like a heavy hammer hitting Shen Qianhe's heart.

These crazy people, they don't want to kill me...

Shisandao seemed to enjoy Shen Qianhe's frightened expression. He stopped, slowly bent down, and looked Shen Qianhe in the eye.

He carefully observed her face, which turned pale and blue, and the smile on his lips became even more intense.

"Be good if you want to live."

He paused, and a sharp knife appeared at his fingertips without him noticing.

The knife shone coldly under the night light, making people shudder.

He gently lifted Shen Qianhe's chin with the back of the knife, forcing her to look at him.

His eyes were unusually cold, and his tone was playful:

"Not everyone here is like me..."

He deliberately prolonged his voice, and then uttered the last four words word by word:

"Be kind to women."

From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time that Shen Qianhe had someone hold a knife to his neck like this.

She had never felt the chill of a knife against her throat at such close range.

Her heartbeat quickened and her face turned extremely pale.

Fear surged like a tide, and at this moment, she backed down.

Better to die than live.

A real woman can bend and stretch.

Shen Qianhe swallowed, cleared his throat, and smiled awkwardly: "Okay! Thanks for the reminder!"

"Drip-"

Suddenly, a shrill car horn sounded in the distance, breaking the tranquility of the seaside and interrupting the delicate confrontation between Shen Qianhe and Shisan Dao.

Then, someone came with a loudspeaker and spoke a lot of Myanmar dialect.

The content was unclear, but the words were full of command and urgency.

Thirteen Blades frowned slightly upon hearing the voice, with obvious impatience showing on his face.

He stood up and glanced quickly between Shen Qianhe and the car in the distance.

"Let's go, remember what I just told you."

Shen Qianhe nodded. Although her heart was filled with anxiety and doubt, she still chose to obey.

She knew that in this environment full of unknowns and dangers, any resistance would probably be futile.

So, she followed Thirteen Blades silently and embarked on the next unknown journey.

As soon as Shen Qianhe got on the car, someone put a black hood on her head.

Then, there was the sound of metal colliding, and cold, heavy handcuffs locked her hands.

Shen Qianhe pursed his lips tightly, his face calm.

She didn't struggle, nor did she say anything, but accepted everything quietly and obediently.

The car started immediately, the roar of the engine echoed in my ears, the speed of the car gradually increased, and gusts of wind whistled past.

The space inside the car is small and the air is filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

Several men sat together, and they kept talking since they got on the car, all in dialects that Shen Qianhe could not understand.

At first, Shen Qianhe's heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, fearing that the man in the car would do something to her. It was not until the sound of Thirteen Knives rang out beside her that she felt a little relieved.

Although they are all bad people, at least this person still has some morals.