It is the fear of not knowing when I will be beaten again.
It’s the despair of not knowing how long it will take to leave here.
He hates Ji Yuting!
I hate it so much!
The pain in his body became more and more intense, and the hatred in his heart became stronger.
If Ji Yuting hadn't refused to let him go, he would have been on a cargo ship leaving China, and his father had prepared a lot of money for him.
He could obviously live a happy life after going abroad, but now he can only stay in a cell of the National Bureau of Investigation and be beaten.
He is so unwilling!
With so much hatred in his heart, he was kicked on the back unexpectedly and his head hit the wall.
It was just painful, not bleeding.
The person who kicked him was Wang Qi.
"Get up, you, a scum of the family, don't deserve to sit by the wall with us. Go to the toilet, hurry up."
At the end, I added another kick to urge him.
Ji Xinghui wiped the embarrassment on his face and without saying a word, he limped to the place designated by Wang Qi and squatted down, holding on to his legs.
There were more than ten men sitting in the cell. In Ji Xinghui's eyes, it already stunk. Now when he sat next to the toilet, he realized that the stink was even worse.
He covered his mouth and nose with his bloody hands, almost vomiting from the smoke, and retched.
The sound of his retching caught Wang Qi's attention.
Wang Qi was very dissatisfied and walked towards him aggressively and beat him again.
"You stink worse than this toilet, do you deserve to be disliked?"
The police officer who came on the way had just chatted with them for a while and explained the reason why Ji Xinghui was imprisoned, which made the people in the cell even more angry.
Especially the big guy Wang Qi, although he is from the gang, he is the most loyal and filial. In his eyes, people like Ji Xinghui are dirty villains and bastards.
The beatings continued, and Ji Xinghui couldn't stand it anymore. He collapsed to the ground, huddled up with his head in his hands, and his consciousness was already a little faint.
Seeing this, Wang Qi's younger brother hurriedly went up to pull him away, "Brother Wang, please stop beating him. If you hit him again, something will happen. Let him be tortured slowly for a few days."
Wang Qi stopped, took a sip at Ji Xinghui contemptuously, and made several poohs.
Ji Xinghui was shaking like a sieve, but he couldn't faint again. It was so miserable.
Every minute and every second he spent in this cell was torture. He could no longer imagine what kind of hell days would be waiting for him in the future when Ji Yuting was sent to a high-level prison to serve his sentence.
...
Before going home, Shengge first drove to Anning Mountain.
Although Lu Chen's gunshot wound was not serious, it was caused by her after all. In any case, she had to go and see it before recovering.
When she arrived at Lu Chen's villa, Sheng Xiuyun was helping Lu Chen remove his bandage.
After Shengge knocked on the door, she walked to the small sofa not far from the bed and sat down, watching Lu Chen change his dressing.
She pursed her red lips casually without saying a word. Sheng Xiuyun focused on the matter at hand. Lu Chen glanced at Shengge from time to time but said nothing.
The air is quiet, but there is a faint atmosphere of harmony.
Until Sheng Xiuyun completely removed the bandage of Lu Chen's gunshot wound, "Husband, what's wrong with your injury? Is the medicine you used wrong? How come it hasn't improved at all after so many days."
Shengge frowned and immediately walked over to check Lu Chen's injuries up close.
Seeing her approaching, Lu Chen wanted to hide aside, but his hoarse voice comforted her, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, it's not a big deal."
Shengge held his shoulders and said, "Don't move."
It has obviously been more than a week, but the injured area is still bright red with flesh and blood, and there is a hint of inflammation. Not only is it not healed, it is even worse than before.
She frowned more and more, "How could this happen? Have you really taken good medicine these days?"