Yang Bingquan took Diao Xiaosi to the depths of the abandoned factory, and looked back from time to time, with a malicious expression on his face, while his few of his legs surrounded Diao Xiaosi in the middle, so at first glance, Diao Xiaosi looked like a prisoner who was escorted. [.//

This factory area is not small, about as big as a football field. Through the broken glass windows, Diao Xiaosi vaguely saw that the situation in the factory was basically the same as that outside, with ruins and some scrapped large machinery and equipment everywhere. The machines were also rusty, and it seemed that they had not been used for decades. Even the dead short trees outside the walls of the factory were covered with spider webs, which looked very desolate.

"Brother Monster, where is my dad?" Diao Xiaosi asked as he walked.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Just follow me..." Yang Bing said expressionlessly.

A few minutes later, they came to a large warehouse with no windows on all sides. Yang Bingquan winked. A little brother stepped forward and opened a padlock as big as two fists with the key. Then he pulled the big iron door open to the right with a width of more than one person. It was black inside and could not see anything.

Diao Xiaosi stood at the door and looked around. Yang Bingquan pushed him and shouted, "Why are you still standing there? Go in quickly, your dad is inside." Diao Xiaosi walked in hesitantly.

Yang Bingquan and his younger brothers also followed in. Someone fumbled against the wall for a while, then pushed up a knife. Suddenly, the lights in the room were bright and Diao Xiaosi felt a little uncomfortable and blocked his eyes with his hands.

He looked around and didn't see his father's shadow. He felt as if he was fooled and shouted at Yang Bingquan: "Where is my father? Where did you hide him? You have been fooling me today, haven't you been fooling enough?"

Yang Bingquan smiled and pointed to the roof. Diao Xiaosi looked up and saw a person hanging upside down on the beam of the seven or eight meters high. His nose and face were swollen. He seemed to be hit hard. At this time, his eyes were closed and his arms were naturally drooping. He had fainted. The man was his father Diao Damao.

Diao Xiaosi was anxious when he saw this, and shouted loudly twice, dad... but Diao Damao didn't react at all. Diao Xiaosi rushed to Yang Bingquan and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with your dad? Let him down quickly..."

The two gangsters rushed forward and held Diao Xiaosi tightly, making him unable to move. Yang Bingquan slowly walked to Diao Xiaosi, patted his face, and said playfully: "Don't worry, he can't die. I guess he can't wait for you to come, so I'll fall asleep first, haha..."

"If my dad had something to do, I would never let you go." Diao Xiaosi said gritting his teeth.

Yang Bingquan slapped Diao Xiaosi hard: "Damn, now in my palm, do you still dare to be so arrogant? You even threatened me." He ordered a subordinate beside him and said, "Take this kid's money box over and test it well..." He turned his head and said to Diao Xiaosi: "If you dare to play tricks, you and your dad will die today..."

Diao Xiaosi felt like "I am a fish and meat" at this time. In this nest of tigers and wolves, all the resistance was pale. He had to let go of his hand and let the mascot take the two black leather boxes containing 5 million.

The maid walked to a gray table with the box, reached out to squeak all the miscellaneous items on the table to the ground, then put the box flat, opened the lock with two snaps, and the neatly-coded Chinese coins appeared in front of him. The guy had never seen so much money before, his eyes were straightened, and he accidentally emitted a greedy light. After the test, he closed the suitcase, fastened the lock, and nodded to Yang Bingquan: "Boss, there is no problem with money."

Yang Bingquan patted Diao Xiaosi on the shoulder and said with a proud smile: "You are quite cognitive. I'll let your dad come down now."

Diao Xiaosi thought, was it really that I was thinking complicated? It was really just like Ai Moxue said, paying money with one hand and handing someone with the other hand. It seems that this monster brother is quite trustworthy. But he immediately found something was wrong. Yang Bingquan pulled out a sharp machete from behind and walked towards the rope hanging with big hair. Judging from his posture, he was going to cut the rope with one knife...

"Brother Monster, what do you want to do?" He hurried forward to stop him.

"Don't you let your dad down? As long as I cut off the rope, your dad will come down, haha..." Yang Bingquan smiled arrogantly. At this time, he looked at Diao Xiaosi, like a small ant trapped in a glass bottle, playing whatever he wanted.

In his opinion, among the group of people who made a big fuss in the casino last time, the only one cripple was the real terrifying opponent. For this reason, he specially prepared a lot of mechanisms and waited for the cripple to fall into the trap. Unexpectedly, the cripple didn't come today. It seemed that he was wasting his efforts today.

Diao Damao tied the ankle with a rope as thick as a thumb, and then hung it upside down on a steel beam, almost three stories high from the ground. If Yang Bingquan cuts the rope with one knife, he will definitely fall to the ground with his head down. How could he have life?

Diao Xiaosi suddenly woke up. It seemed that Yang Bingquan, the bastard, had no intention of letting us go simply. He frowned and thought nervously about a plan to escape. He knew that he had to fight a tough battle today, but his father was hanging high in the air now, and he took action by himself, which could prompt Yang Bingquan to take ruthless measures against him at any time. What should I do? What should I do?

"Brother Monster, you see, I gave you the money too. You can't be so untrustworthy, right? What a great hatred? Do you have to die for us? "Now in dire straits, Diao Xiaosi's head was like a mess, and he couldn't think of any perfect solution. He had to try his best to delay time with words to see if there would be some turning point.

Yang Bing slowly raised his right hand with a full face, and made a very six plus one gesture, and said with a cold light from his eyes: "If you have anything, just say it to my hand." Since the wound on the broken finger has not yet healed completely, the broken palm looks very disgusting and emits a erosive smell.

"Or why we discuss again. If you have any conditions, just propose it. As long as I, Diao Xiaosi, can do it, I will definitely satisfy you."

Yang Bingquan looked at Diao Xiaosi a few times and smiled, smiling so confidently.

"Okay, since you have asked, then if you don't give you a chance, you will blame me for being unkind." Yang Bingquan paused for a moment and threw the machete in front of Diao Xiaosi, "You cut off your right hand, I will let you two go today. My monster brother keeps his word and will never regret it..."

Diao Xiaosi was stunned, and a layer of chill appeared on his back...
Chapter completed!