Huang Dalong took out the driver's phone and found out the phone number of "Brother Bing" in the recent contact person.

After Jiang Boxuan recorded the number, he immediately took out his mobile phone, opened several social platforms, and entered his mobile phone number to search.

Sure enough, this number was registered with a social account online, with a nickname called "Zhibing". The avatar should be his own photo.

Jiang Boxuan immediately downloaded the avatar picture and then looked through the other party’s circle of friends.

From the pictures, links and positioning information posted by the other party, I guess that this person named Zhibing often goes to and from a bar called Yese. It seems that he is the owner of Yese Bar.

Not only that, this guy likes to post everything in his friends circle, and he plays with whatever he eats, drinks, and even photos of his wife and children.

With this information, it's easy to find someone.

Huang Dalong immediately asked the people around him to arrest Zhibing and planned to investigate whether there were other envoys behind him through Zhibing.

Whoever it is will perish.

...

The sun sets.

A relatively remote abandoned factory in Kyoto.

In a dirt pit under the steel shed, Ximen Hai and Ximen Qingqing sat with their backs against each other, their hands and feet tightly tied with ropes.

Their bodies were dirty, they looked very embarrassed, and there were tears on their faces. It was obvious that they had cried.

The mixer was still rotating, and the cement and stone powder inside rolled, making a loud bang, just like the god of death was pounding the alarm bell.

Seeing that the sun was gradually setting behind the distant peaks, Ximen Hai and Ximen Qingqing were both anxious.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, we really have nothing to do with that Dongfang Yu. Even if you kill us, he will not come."

"We are not close or not, how could he come to save us!"

"You are the number one expert on the talent list. Dongfang Yu must have understood that he is not your opponent, so he dare not come."

"If you let me go, I will tell everyone that Dongfang Yu is a turtle shrank, and he dare not duel with Mr. Ye!"

"Yes, yes, facts have proved that Young Master Ye is stronger than Dongfang Yu, and Young Master Ye has no need to kill us."

"The most important thing is that killing us is useless..."

Ye Chen stood beside the pit, his face was cold and he was indifferent to the begging of the Ximen family’s father and son.

Next to him was Uncle Fu and two burly men.

When he saw the edge of the red sun in the west gradually meeting the mountain peak, Ye Chen's face became even colder.

He said coldly: "Time is up, fill in the dirt pit!"

The two burly men immediately adjusted the direction of the mixer and aimed the outlet plate at the soil pit.

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The concrete with water began to pour into the pit, and soon covered half of Ximen Hai and Ximen Qingqing's butt.

They suddenly felt a cold feeling, and their pants were all wet.

Uncle Fu frowned slightly and whispered beside Ye Chen: "Young Master, do you really want to kill them?"

After all, the Ye family is a prominent family, and in the eyes of outsiders, they have always been a model of decency and never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

In today's incident, the Ximen family and his son did look a little innocent, so Uncle Fu hesitated and felt that the young master's approach was inappropriate.

Ye Chen said expressionlessly: "How can I change what I say at will? If you want to kill them, you must kill them, otherwise others will definitely make fun of me and say that I am a person who can only bluff and speak without trust.

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Uncle Fu knew that he could no longer change the young master's decision, so he stopped talking and silently retreated aside and began to plan how to deal with the aftermath.

The concrete was still pouring into the soil pit, and the legs of the Ximen family and his son had been flooded.

Their lower body could not move at all, and despair and fear completely enveloped them, and they roared louder.

"Help, help!"

"Is there anyone who will save us?"

"Brother Dongfang, are you coming or not? If you don't come, I will die..."

However, in this remote and dilapidated factory area, there was no people within two kilometers, and the others could not hear their cry for help.

The concrete gradually submerged to their waists, which made them feel difficult to breathe.

Ximen Hai scolded his son while crying: "It's all your fault. What kind of friends did you make? It's not counting if you have implicated us once. Now you've implicated us the second time. We're almost dead. Where is your friend?"

Ximen Qingqing immediately retorted.

"Can you blame me? You're not yourself? You ran to Kyoto with a phone call from the Ye family and insisted on pulling me together."

"You are called "Birds enter the cage and fall into the net, and you will suffer by yourself, moths fly into the fire, and you will die. What does it have to do with Brother Dongfang?"

At the last moment of his life, Ximen Qingqing seemed to have ejaculated all the idioms he had learned in his life.

Ximen Hai said in a crying voice: "I can't blame me! Mr. Ye asked me to bring you with me."

"I thought the Ye family would give us some opportunity, but they knew that they had dug a hole and asked us to jump. I'm sorry, son..."

At the end, Ximen Hai started crying loudly again.

The crying infected Ximen Qingqing, and Ximen Qingqing also sobbed: "I believe Brother Dongfang is definitely not the kind of person who will never save him. He will definitely come, he will definitely come to save us!"

Although Ximen Hai did not believe his son's words, he was too lazy to refute it any longer.

The concrete was almost flooded into the chest, and in two minutes, they would be buried all in the pit.

It would be fine if the two of them could hold back and not breathe and suffocate themselves to death.

If you can't help but breathe, concrete will flow into their trachea and esophagus, and even into their stomachs...

But no matter what, there is only one ending, that is death.

And you will die miserably!

The sun was completely covered by the distant peaks, and the sky quickly dimmed.

Ximen Hai and Ximen Qingqing were completely discouraged and no longer had hope for life.

At this moment, the dazzling headlights suddenly shook and an off-road vehicle rushed over.

Ximen Hai and Ximen Qingqing were like grabbing the last straw and shouting at the top of their lungs:

"Help, help!"

The car stopped beside the steel shed and several people got out of the car.

One of them wore a white metal mask on his face.

Ye Chen recognized at a glance that this person was the one he saw on his phone last time, and the young warrior who defeated the Tianhai Sword Saint in the live broadcast room.

That is, Dongfang Yu, who sent Uncle Fu to the sky and the sea of ​​war last time, was rejected by the other party indifferently.

Ye Chen stared at the other party with a cold look, and a look of pride appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!