An hour later, the chemical factory was abandoned in the eastern suburbs.
Twenty years ago, this place was the most prosperous industrial zone in Nandu, accounting for nearly half of Nandu's import and export business.
However, with the changes of the times, the industrial areas have long been deserted, with weeds and abandoned factories everywhere, becoming a criminal soil for some criminals to manufacture drugs and imprison ordinary people.
I heard that many people died in these factories, and they were all chopped up and fed to dogs, leaving no remains of their bodies.
After Qin Feng got off the car, he walked outside the factory.
Looking up slightly, you can see that the factory wall is covered with a large circle of barbed wire, which is several meters high.
On the wire mesh, there are sharp glass slag, iron caltrops, razor blades, and barbed wire.
As soon as Qin Feng got close, he heard the barking of ferocious wolves and dogs inside the courtyard wall even though they were still far away.
This factory building is like a cold prison.
"I thought Zhang Biao was running away with the money, but I didn't expect that he was captured and imprisoned."
He heard Zhang Biao's heart-rending screams on the phone. It was obvious that the other party deliberately let him hear it.
Without thinking much, Qin Feng walked towards the barbed wire gate.
"Oh no! This little bastard is here!"
With a low sneer, a group of burly men jumped out from all the dark corners and directly surrounded Qin Feng.
They held various weapons in their hands, including machetes and thorns, and two of them even held firecrackers, pointing their guns directly at Qin Feng.
"Boy, I heard that you are so crazy that you don't even take our Yan family seriously?"
"You want our young master of the Yan family to kowtow to you and admit his mistake?"
A strong man put a blunderbuss on Qin Feng's head: "Aren't you very arrogant? Show me how arrogant you are again! Come on!"
"Yan Kun?"
Qin Feng spoke calmly.
"Haha, you'll know who it is as soon as you get in."
"Do you regret it very much? You should be low-key as a person. People as crazy as you usually die young."
"Walk!"
The strong man kicked Qin Feng hard, put his gun on the back of his head and walked forward.
Along the way, he saw many warehouses in abandoned factories with locked doors, and screams and wails could be heard from inside.
"Don't worry, you will be like them in a while."
"No, you will only be worse off than them."
The strong man hit Qin Feng hard on the back of the head with his gun and kicked him into a warehouse door.
"boom!"
The warehouse door was locked directly, creating a situation of catching a turtle in an urn.
Qin Feng shook his head.
Incandescent lights dazzle.
There are quite a few people inside the factory.
Qin Feng raised his eyes slightly and saw dozens of young people from society crouching in every corner of the factory.
They were drinking and playing cards. When they saw Qin Feng being escorted in, they all stood up, holding various weapons in their hands and moved closer to Qin Feng.
Yan Kun walked at the front.
The left side of his face was red, swollen and blue, and his left eye was partially protruded, all thanks to Qin Feng.
"Qin Feng, you didn't expect that we would meet again so soon, right?"
Yan Kun had a cigarette in his mouth and held a steel pipe in his right hand. His face, which flickered in and out, was full of cruel and sinister expressions.
Behind him were all the horses he brought with him, as well as some desperadoes and fugitives he had raised.
"I didn't expect that either."
Qin Feng smiled slightly: "At any rate, I saved your father, and you're just going to repay your kindness with hatred?"
"You still have the nerve to say it!"
Yan Kun was so angry that he rushed forward with the steel pipe to vent his anger on Qin Feng.
"Okay Xiaokun."
A dull voice sounded.
"We're already here, what's the rush?"
"We have plenty of time to play slowly."
Qin Feng turned his head and his eyelids suddenly twitched.
Yan Yuan actually sat on a chair and looked at him with a sneer.
"Can't you imagine? We will meet here."
Yan Yuan showed a playful smile and looked at Qin Feng like a cat catching a mouse.
"Why are you together?"
Qin Feng showed confusion: "Yan Song is here too?"
"My dad is an old loser who is timid and afraid of getting into trouble. He was frightened out of his wits by Wen Lan's words. He is still at home thinking about his mistakes behind closed doors."
Yan Kun gritted his teeth: "But so what, you actually offended my third uncle. There is no way you can walk out alive today."
"Okay, let him meet his old friends."
Yan Yuan waved his hand, and the strong men behind him dispersed, revealing an iron cage.
There was an old mattress in the iron cage, and a vague-looking figure was lying on it.
The man's body was limp, as if he had no bones. The mattress was stained with blood, and his eyes were empty and unblinking, like a body that had been drained of its soul.
"Zhang Biao?"
Qin Feng's pupils shrank slightly when he saw his appearance through the blood stains.
"He refused to say anything when he came here, and he also made disrespectful remarks and curses to me, so I broke his limbs."
Yan Yuan said with a joking smile: "Leave ten fingers to play with you slowly."
"How to play?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows.
"Bring the stuff up."
Yan Yuan shouted, and immediately his men carried out ten stones and placed them between the two people.
"It's very simple."
Yan Yuan chuckled: "There are ten rough stones here. Use your eyes to see the jade color inside them."
"If you guess one wrong number, I will chop off one of his fingers."
"Do you want your brother to walk out of here intact, or do you want to chop him into adult piglets and sell him to a Southeast Asian circus?"
"The decision is yours."
His eyes were playful: "Please start your performance."