Chapter 130 How terrible is the little kid I look down on
Mu Nian'an seemed to be eating noodles, but in fact, he was taking the opportunity of eating noodles to keep observing his surroundings.
In the huge warehouse, there were seven or eight tall men with fierce faces.
He quietly came closer and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Brother Ye, what do the superiors say? What should we do with the extra children?"
Brother Ye took a sip of beer and said with a smile: "What else can I say? The superiors are willing to give an extra ten million to ensure the safety of the boy named He Zicheng. When Mu Nian'an's mother comes, we can kill them and their son.
He took the money and flew away."
"As for that brat He Zicheng, leave it to the people who are here to collect the bodies of their mother and son."
Mu Nian'an covered her mouth tightly, fearing that she would scream.
He originally wanted to wait for Mommy to rescue them, but he didn't expect that the target of these bad guys was actually Mommy.
These people are so bad!
Mu Nianan slowly crawled back to He Zicheng and looked at him, "You often say that your heart hurts. Do you still remember what heart pain feels like?"
He Zicheng didn't know what he was going to do, but he nodded honestly.
"You show it to me!"
After Mu Nian'an finished giving instructions to He Zicheng, He Zicheng skillfully covered his chest to hold it in, while his body twitched unconsciously.
He has been ill for many years and has become familiar with it.
Seeing him pretending to be so similar, Mu Nian'an was a little surprised, "You continue to pretend, I didn't tell you to stop, you must not stop, you know?"
He Zicheng nodded obediently and followed Mu Nian'an's arrangement.
Mu Nianan cried at the top of her lungs and shouted for help.
Hearing the noise, Brother Ye and the others rushed over collectively.
"What's going on? Why are you crying when you have nothing to do?"
Mu Nian'an rushed forward and hugged Brother Ye's thigh, "Uncle, send Zicheng to the hospital quickly, he is sick!"
Brother Ye lowered his head and looked at He Zicheng beside him, and saw that he was foaming at the mouth, his face turned pale, and his whole body was twitching. He looked like he was about to die.
He frowned and roared angrily: "What's wrong with this kid?"
The younger brother on the side was a little surprised and said hurriedly: "Boss, I think this boy seems to be sick. I'm afraid if we don't delay, he may really die!"
When Brother Ye hesitated, the younger brother made a suggestion.
"Brother, we have to let this kid go anyway, why not send him to the hospital and throw him at the door of the hospital?"
Brother Ye slapped his forehead, "What you said makes sense, let's do it!"
After Mu Nianan learned about their discussion, he hugged He Zicheng tightly and refused to let go.
"I don't want to be separated from Zicheng!"
He Zicheng heard this and hugged An An tightly.
The kidnappers were afraid that something would happen to both of them at the same time. Unless the ransom was received, nothing would happen to these two boys.
In the end, it was decided to take the two of them out together. When they arrived at the door of the hospital, they knocked Mu Nian'an unconscious, and then threw He Zicheng down.
Brother Ye dragged Mu Nian'an and the others into the car and drove towards the nearest hospital.
Mu Nian'an sat in the car, staring at the knife inserted in her younger brother's waist.
The younger brother saw his strange eyes and sneered: "Little brat, what do you want to do when you stare at the knife?"
"Uncle, your knife is so handsome, can you show it to me?"
Mu Nian'an looked at his younger brother, his eyes full of longing.
The younger brother looked at Mu Nian'an mockingly and pulled out the knife from his waist.
"Little brat, this is not a toy. I can easily cut off your finger. Do you dare to play with it?"
The knife shook in front of Mu Nian'an.
The next second, Mu Nianan suddenly took action.
Before the younger brother on the other side could react, the knife that was originally in the younger brother's hand was transferred to Mu Nian'an's hand.
The younger brother wants to snatch it back, but who knows that Mu Nian'an is faster.
His eyes were cold and he raised the knife in his hand.
"ah……"
A scream was heard, blood splattered, and two fingers were cut off from the little brother's hand.
The bloody appearance is very scary.
Mu Nian'an's childish face was now covered with a thick layer of anger, and his eyes were extremely cold. He put a sharp knife on his younger brother's neck, which was still stained with blood. His voice was extremely serious and cold, which was completely different.
It's what a four or five year old child should look like.