"Minsuo!"

Ah, are you calling yourself?

"Why are you—why—just disobedient?"

The curse of gritting teeth was slapped, drifting from the back of his head into his ears, and the spine was trembling with coldness. His head was grabbed tightly and he bumped towards the edge of the table again and again.

A layer of blood was covered in front of my eyes, and the dim lights looked like miserable red. The dizziness after the pain and numbness, and countless Venus, stirring my brain like a paste, making it difficult to have a clear idea.

It seemed that he was exhausted. The person behind him let go of his hands that were holding his head tightly, letting his body fall to the ground weakly, and spitting angrily.

"This bastard is really ignorant. Brother, stop talking nonsense to him, pull it to the warehouse to deal with it!" As he said that, he made a cut-down action with his right hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk," a sigh came from the front blocked by the table: "How many times have you told you, don't always fight and kill, scare my guests." The unquestionable voice immediately made the thug feel as quiet as a cicada.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the pointed leather shoes were pressed on their faces and stepped on them: "Ah boy, are you dead?"

He endured the pain and coughed out a mouthful of sweet blood pressing against his throat, and a weak shout came from under his leather shoes: "Brother..."

"I am a very reasonable person," Zhao Qidao pointed to the scar on his face: "Kill someone to pay for his life, and pay back his debts. It shouldn't be mine, I'm not greedy, I'm going to take it back, even if it's-" His voice suddenly became cruel: "Even if you want to get it to death!"

As he said this, Zhao Qidao suddenly exerted force at his feet. Listening to the feeling of instant deformation and moaning in pain, a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face. Finally, he moved his feet away and picked up the contract on the table.

"It's Kim Minshou, right?"

The person lying on the ground took a few breaths of intense breaths, then calmed down, and replied quietly and slowly: "Yes."

Zhao Qidao raised his eyelids: "You came to usury with a loan of 50,000 yuan by yourself, not by me forcing you, right?"

"……yes."

"I promised to pay back the money in half a year. The mortgage is an apartment with an area of ​​34 square meters in Quanzhou, right?"

"……yes."

"Then the question is," Zhao Qidao smiled a little, but no one would think that was happy: "Where is the real estate certificate?"

A silence.

"Ha," Zhao Qidao chuckled, his face changed, he grabbed his head and dragged Jin Minshuo's body from the ground, and tried his best to support him and kneel on the ground. He held his hand and pressed on the table. His struggle and resistance were powerless to make Zhao Qidao smile with a hideous smile: "Boy, you have to be stubborn at this time. If you are so ignorant of the current affairs, you can't blame Brother, I don't give you any face!"

Looking at Zhao Qidao's threatening face, Jin Minshuo finally realized the danger. The originally silent face was finally broken by tension. His pupils suddenly tightened and his throat swallowed unconsciously.

Zhao Qidao enjoyed the pleasure of scaring others. He stretched his hand back without looking back, and his subordinates tactfully handed over the tools.

Slowly putting the cigar cut into Jin Minshuo's little finger on his left hand, Zhao Qidao couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his dry lips: "Believe in my benefits, it's very soon, but it will hurt a little later, so you can bear it."

"Wait a minute." A hoarse shout rang out: "I have something to say."

"It's too late," Zhao Qidao narrowed his eyes as if regretful, concealing the excitement in his eyes: "It's too late, my child, when I just spoke up, don't say anything, tsk tsk--"

Opposite the table, the figure sitting on the sand covered his chest with one hand and moved his body in a panic.

His eyes drifted towards the sand, and he quickly turned around, stared at the cigar cutters. Seeing Zhao Qidao's unmoving movement, Jin Minshuo swallowed again: "Your guest..."

With a loud "bang", the attention of the few people in the room turned to the sand.

“…It seems something is not right.”

Kim Minshuo's voice fell just now, but it made Zhao Qidao's face look even more ugly.

"Mr. Jin? Mr. Jin?"

He glared at Jin Minshuo fiercely, Zhao Qidao looked at the figure who fell to the ground from the sand and asked tentatively. He couldn't hear the reply and felt sank in his heart. He didn't care about Jin Minshuo's small problems. He got up and quickly walked around the edge of the sand, reached out and pushed the figure's unresponsive body, looked into his nose, and when he raised his head, his expression became obviously panicked.

"Ah, call 119 and call an ambulance!" Turning back and instructing his subordinates, Zhao Qidao wiped his head hard: "Asiba..."

Just as he was about to drag Mr. Jin's body to the sand, he shouted loudly and stopped him: "Don't touch him!"

Zhao Qidao turned around and stared at Jin Minshuo's eyes full of cruelty: "Oh, what the hell is going on? What you just said!"

"I can save him." He helped the coffee table and slowly got up from the ground. Kim Minshuo accumulated strength for a long time and his stuttering words became fluent: "He was a heart attacker. I learned first aid, let me do it."

"This kid, you can't even take care of yourself..."

The last plea changed Zhao Qidao, who did not trust Kim Minshuo, to change his mind. Although he was still muttering, he turned his body slightly and expressed his attitude.

Jin Minshuo quickly walked over tremblingly, ignoring the pain on his body, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, looked at Mr. Jin's wrinkled face, and quickly took first aid measures against Mr. Jin.

"ah----"

After doing a cardiopulmonary resuscitation massage for a long time, as Kim Minshuo made a heavy hammer in his heart, Mr. Jin let out a long breath in his mouth, and finally broke away and woke up.

A trace of joy flashed in Jin Minshuo's eyes. He held Mr. Jin's body with one hand and groped around him with the other: "Are you carrying medicine?"

With his trembling lips unable to speak, Mr. Jin looked at his pants pocket.

“Finally found.”

Jin Minshuo took out the small medicine bottle, looked at the correct name, and quickly took it to Mr. Jin. Zhao Qidao, who was standing next to him, handed a glass of water with a little attentiveness.

Mr. Jin, who had recovered, stroked his chest and said with pain: "President Zhao, I will pay back whatever I owe you. But please don't scare me like this anymore. I'm old and I really can't stand your fright."
Chapter completed!