Several strong men stood up at the same time and greeted the nightingale in unison.
Nightingale seemed to have been used to this situation for a long time, and waved casually.
"Everyone, please sit down."
"It's right here, you can see for yourself." After greeting his men, Nightingale turned to Meng Yan in a dark corner of the house.
Looking along Nightingale's finger, Meng Yan was a little surprised by what he saw.
At this time, Zhao Yuan looked even worse than in the photo. He was locked in a dug-out water prison, and his swollen hands were handcuffed to the iron railings by a pair of rusty shackles.
The water in the water prison was turbid. Meng Yan took a few steps closer and found that there were even leech corpses floating next to Zhao Yuan.
"Sir Nightingale, this man named Zhao Yuan has been beaten to death by us since night. No matter what, he has been bitten to death. He said that he has no money and feels that he can cut off his hands and feet and throw them into the river."
A subordinate next to him stood up and said to Nightingale.
"I really have no money!" At this time, Zhao Yuan had obviously been beaten to the point of losing his strength in the water prison. The back of his hand was firmly leaning against the iron railing, and his head dropped directly and was buried in his arm. His voice was full of emotion.
Revealing fear and exhaustion.
Meng Yan looked at Zhao Yuan like this and felt pitiful in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
Nightingale standing by had obviously experienced many battles, and she didn't feel uncomfortable seeing Zhao Yuan in such a miserable state. She pointed at him and said calmly to Meng Yanfeng.
"What about Mr. Meng, are you going to take off his shirt or take off his pants? Just give me your order and I will do it."
"Miss Nightingale, your men beat him like this. I'm not telling you how much money he owes? Is he worth this?"
"As far as I know, this guy named Zhao Yuan is indeed a rich boss in Kyoto. He shouldn't be unable to get the money." Meng Yan casually pulled a chair over and sat down, looking at Nightingale calmly.
asked.
Nightingale covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Mr. Meng, can't you just ask him directly?"
"As for you, isn't Mr. Meng, whom you have been thinking about so much, already here? What's wrong? Haven't you realized yet?" Nightingale reminded Zhao Yuan in the water prison.
After hearing this, Zhao Yuan suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot and haggard eyes seemed to have seen hope, and suddenly they shined brightly, and shouted loudly to Meng Yan.
"Brother Meng, save me quickly, you must save me!"
"This is a gang of lunatics! If you don't save me, I'll be doomed! Fish me out and I'll give you whatever you want!"
Meng Yan nodded. To be able to tame the grumpy Zhao Yuan so docilely, these people are indeed lunatics and they don't need his reminder.
"How much do you owe?" Meng Yan asked.
"I only owe them two million!" Zhao Yuan's voice was filled with tears.
"Isn't it because my family has strict control? When they heard that all the five million I brought was lost, my family refused to give me any more money into my account. They just wanted me to stop gambling with stones."
"It's all my fault for going crazy. At that time, I was in trouble. I borrowed two million from them at a high interest rate without even thinking about it. In the end, I lost the bet. They didn't even answer my calls to my home. These people didn't believe that I could pay them back.
They asked me for two million, beat me all afternoon, and said I couldn't pay after four o'clock tonight, so they cut off my hands and feet and threw them into the Yi River to feed the fish!"
Meng Yan shook his head helplessly, thinking that he was really a gambler.
Knowing that his family would not give him money and his future was cut off, he still dared to borrow loan sharks in Myanmar to gamble on stones.
Isn’t this obviously because you think your life is not long enough?
"Brother Meng, you are here. You are here to help me pay off my debt, right?"
"When I return to Xia Kingdom, I will give you four million back to you with two million dollars plus interest, so hurry up and fish me out!"
Meng Yan remained silent after hearing this. Nightingale beside him raised his hand and looked at the silver watch on his wrist.
"It's already 3:50. It seems like this guy is not going to survive. You guys, please be smarter, fish it out, cut off his hands and feet and throw them into the river to feed the fish." Nightingale pointed to a few men beside her and said.
.
When Zhao Yuan heard this, he became even more panicked. He didn't know where he could find the strength after being beaten so badly all night. Suddenly, he went crazy and pulled on the iron chain on his handcuffs, shouting loudly in the water prison.
"No, you can't kill me!"
"Brother Meng is here, he will give you money! You have to be loyal and let me out after paying back the money!"
"Don't say such nonsense." Nightingale looked a little angry and said with a slight frown.
"The reason why we have been able to collect loan sharks in Myanmar for so many years is based on integrity."
"Those who can afford it will definitely be put back, and those who can't will be thrown into the river. There has been no exception in all these years."
"And who told you that Mr. Meng is going to help you pay off your debt?"
Zhao Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Meng Yan with eyes full of prayer.
"Brother Meng, you are my reborn parents, please save me..."
At this time, several of Nightingale's men had already opened the water prison, skillfully untied the handcuffs on Zhao Yuan's hands, dragged him out and threw him to the floor.
As soon as Zhao Yuan's hand was freed, he rolled around and wanted to climb to Meng Yan's feet and hug his thigh. However, he didn't expect that as soon as he took two steps forward, a strong man stepped on his back.
, lying on the ground unable to move.
At this time, another strong man beside him came over, holding a machete that he found somewhere in the house.
"Hold his legs. This animal can climb very fast. Let's start with the feet first this time."
The strong man holding the knife said this in a calm tone. Zhao Yuan, who was constantly being stepped on, was frightened when he heard this and forgot to ask Meng Yan for mercy.
Accompanied by a strong smell of urine, a small puddle slowly formed in Zhao Yuan's crotch.
Meng Yan couldn't stand it any longer, so she held her forehead and shook her head helplessly.
Seeing that the strong man was about to slash Zhao Yuan's knee with his sword, Meng Yan's lingering words came to his ears.
"Wait a minute."
Hearing this, Nightingale felt happy and quickly raised her hand to stop her men's movements.
"Mr. Meng, have you changed your mind?"
"If Mr. Meng is just afraid of seeing bloody scenes, you can avoid it for the time being. When it's over, we will take off his clothes and give them to you. You can take them back and explain them to his family."
Meng Yan sighed and said helplessly.
"Two million, right? I bought his life."
Nightingale raised her hand and looked at her watch.