Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 240 Do you get up so early every day to run?

The night was as black as ink, the wind was high and the moon was cold. A full moon hung alone in the sky, casting a silvery and cold light.

In a corner of the capital, in a narrow and deep dark alley, it seemed that even the moonlight was afraid of the coldness here, and only dared to linger at the entrance of the alley, not daring to go deeper.

The alley was dark and long, and a man was limping forward.

His figure elongated in the mottled moonlight, appearing extremely lonely and helpless.

He looked haggard, with sparse hair and sunken eye sockets. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he looked back from time to time.

At this moment, he was running for his life in the dark and narrow alley.

Several big men in black clothes chased after him, holding gleaming machetes and iron rods.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and a glimmer of hope ignited in the man's heart. He turned suddenly and turned right.

There was a bustling skewers hotpot stall there. Dozens of small hotpots were densely packed on the open space, steaming and fragrant. Wine bottles and leftover bamboo sticks were lying on the dirty table.

The man gathered all his strength and rushed forward recklessly.

He overturned several tables in one go, and several small hot pots were knocked over in an instant, with hot soup splashing everywhere.

This sudden change caused chaos in the whole place.

People screamed and dodged, shouting and cursing one after another, and there was a lot of screaming and howling.

Some covered their faces splashed with hot soup, some fell to the ground on the slippery ground, and some tried to catch the man who was out of control...

The whole scene was in chaos, with people pushing and fighting.

A few dark-faced men just ran out from the corner and were instantly surrounded by a boiling crowd!

After several ups and downs, they finally emerged from the crowd in a miserable state, but the man had already run away.

"Hold!"

One of the leading men, who had a fashionable slicked-back hair, looked at the direction where the man disappeared and couldn't help cursing.

"Brother Awen, what should we do?"

Seeing this, the remaining few people quickly gathered around and asked in panic.

"Do it your father!"

Ah Wen roared in anger, "Damn it, what a bunch of rubbish! They can't even catch a cripple!"

Then, he waved his hand fiercely and ordered coldly: "Search separately! Find that guy for me no matter what! Otherwise, you can wait for the boss's full banquet!"

"Yes! Brother Awen!"

......

The man who escaped was running hard in the endless darkness.

The alley ahead was deep and winding, and so dark that it seemed to have no end.

His breathing was heavy, and the sound of his breathing echoed in the narrow space.

But he knew that as long as he could get out of the old city through here and successfully reach the contact person, he would be temporarily safe.

But no matter how I thought about it, I took a big step and ran a few meters away when I suddenly heard a soft "click" sound in the darkness.

A golden light bloomed in the darkness, like the eyes of a devil, spying on the sudden visitor.

The man's footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted rapidly, cold sweat instantly wet his back, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

His calves were trembling and he could hardly support the weight of his body, but an instinct for survival forced him to steady himself.

His eyes fell on the wall, where a butterfly knife was nailed to it.

The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the dim light and was only one step away from his neck.

He swallowed his saliva in fear, secretly thanking his luck. If he had stopped half a second later, he would have been hit on the forehead by the knife!

The man playing with the lighter leaned against the mottled wall, his posture showing a bit of unruly and calmness.

He tilted his head slightly, lit a cigarette with the dancing flame on his fingertips, then tilted his head back and took a puff of it comfortably.

The faint firelight reflected his cold and leisurely profile.

"Ah... Ah Heng... Brother Heng..."

Xiao Heng lowered his head and smiled with his lips pursed.

He flicked the ash from the cigarette in his right hand, and casually played with another butterfly knife with his left hand, and asked casually, "Wu Quesi, are you going to run or not?"

"No, no, no, I won't run away! I, I know I was wrong! Brother Heng..."

Wu Quesi's voice was almost crying. He knew very well that he had hit a wall today and could only beg for mercy.

"Just acknowledge your mistake."

Xiao Heng responded with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

He looked at the man who was shivering on the ground and was so scared that he even peed himself. He leisurely finished a cigarette, raised his chin lazily, and turned his gaze to the butterfly knife that was shining with silver light and stuck in the wall.

"Pull it off."

He gave the order lightly, without any emotion in his tone, but it made Wu Quesi's heart tremble violently.

Wu Quesi struggled to get up with trembling hands and feet. After trying several times, he finally managed to pull out the dagger that was deeply embedded in the wall.

He held the cold knife in his trembling hands, as if holding his own destiny, and carefully handed it back to Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng stood up with the cigarette butt in his mouth, and patted Wu Quesi's head with the knife in his hand, "Let's go, brother will treat you to a full banquet."

When the man heard this, his legs suddenly lost the strength to support him, and he fell to his knees again with a thud.

Tears flowed down the distorted face like beads that had broken off the string, mixed with snot and crying.

"Brother Heng, I know I was wrong! Please spare me! Please spare me...ah~"

Wu Quesi was about to beg for mercy when he was suddenly kicked hard from the back.

The sudden attack caught him off guard, and he was like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind. He let out a wail and was kicked to the ground, rolling over.

The man curled up in agony, his body convulsing due to the intense pain, and he let out shrill screams.

"Fuck! A cripple can run pretty fast!"

Awen was cursing and kicking, but Xiao Heng had already walked away briskly.

After walking a few steps, he finally turned around impatiently and said, "Take him to my brother-in-law's horse farm!"

......

Dark basement.

Wu Quesi's body was tightly bound by thick ropes and twisted into an unnatural shape, like a lamb to be slaughtered, with no power to resist.

His body exuded the stench of incontinence, and his mouth was stuffed with two of his own smelly socks.

Xiao Heng sat leisurely on a slightly old chair, with his legs crossed in a lazy and elegant posture.

He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, and in the smoke, his face looked even deeper and more elusive.

As the smoke slowly rose, time passed quietly in the constant inhalation and exhalation, and one cigarette after another turned into ashes at his fingertips.

Finally, when the last wisp of smoke dissipated in the air, Xiao Heng gently squeezed the empty cigarette box in his hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it accurately on Wu Quesi's already messy head.

This sudden movement caused Wu Quesi's body to tremble slightly, and a hint of fear and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Heng ignored Wu Quesi's reaction, but slowly stretched out his right hand and said lazily: "Cellphone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ali, who was standing behind him, quickly stepped forward and respectfully handed the phone to him.

Xiao Heng took the phone, slid his fingers across the screen nimbly, and finally stopped at a familiar number.

He tilted his head and pressed the dial button.

No one answered.

He opened WeChat again and sent a voice message:

"Brother-in-law, I've brought the person to you. Hurry up! I have to catch an early morning flight to Myanmar! You will be held responsible if you delay my business!"

On the other end of the phone, in the bedroom gently embraced by dim light, the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

On the bedside table, a mobile phone vibrated quietly. The subtle sound seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet space, and then it returned to silence.

A few seconds later, the phone rang again.

The man was panting, his forehead slightly sweaty, his eyes flickering with desire and tenderness.

He looked at the girl with red cheeks under him infatuatedly, leaned on her ear with his arms propped up, and kept saying "I love you."

Shen Qianhe hooked her legs around the man's lean and strong waist, bit her lower lip, and her eyes were wet.

After a while, the annoying phone vibrated again.

The girl's voice was soft and seductive, with a strong nasal tone, and she asked, "Honey, do you want to answer the phone first?"

Her red eyes seemed to be able to seduce people, she was charming and yet pure and beautiful.

Xie Jincheng wanted to say "no", but Shen Qianhe moved quickly. She reached out her hand lightly and took the vibrating phone from the bedside table. She quickly scanned the caller ID and then looked at Xie Jincheng with a little shyness.

"My brother hit me. Maybe we were too loud and disturbed him..."

Her voice became softer and softer, she looked a little guilty, and the blush on her cheeks became even more intense.

Xie Jincheng chuckled, then kissed the tip of her nose and answered the phone.

"Hey."

His voice was low, with a hint of laziness and hoarseness that was unique to certain situations.

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing? It's almost dawn and I'm going to miss my plane!"

"Oh......"

"What's going on over there? Are you running?"

Shen Qianhe's old face turned red and he quickly covered his head with the quilt.

Xie Jincheng looked at her movements and found them so adorable.

He curled his lips, with a barely perceptible smile in his voice, and said softly, "I guess so."

Xiao Heng sighed from the other end of the phone: "No wonder you are still in such good shape at your age. But, it's only four in the morning. Do you get up so early every day to run?"

Xie Jincheng thought about it and replied: "Not every day, but occasionally."

"Brilliant!"

Xiao Heng gave a thumbs up, then he changed the subject and got back to business, "Well, I've brought you to the place you mentioned. Your assistant has just arrived, too. Now the only one missing is you, so hurry up!"

"it is good."

"I'll give you half an hour. If you're late, I won't wait any longer!"

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Jincheng reached out and pulled back the quilt, pinching Shen Qianhe's red face with a deep look in his eyes.

"Baby, what should I do?"

Shen Qianhe was a little confused by his sudden question. She blinked and asked in confusion: "What should I do?"

Xie Jincheng chuckled and leaned close to her ear, his hoarse voice scraping her fragile eardrum.

"I might... have to speed this up a bit."