There was a noise like a pig killing sound in his ears. Zhan Peng reluctantly opened his eyes from his sleep, and his body was heavy as if he had just returned from climbing a mountain the day before yesterday. He wanted to stretch his arms and stretch his waist comfortably, but found that his wrists were bound.

"Let me go! You md! I have a way to let go, and I'll fight with a sword and a gun!" It turned out that Zhan Peng thought that the sound of killing pigs was from Wang Lei's mouth. They finally successfully crossed the gate of hell. What they greeted them was not the cheers of their beautiful companions, but the pain from the back of their heads. The most affliction was not only to be captured without resistance in front of a few girls, but also to be bound to be encrypted and tied up to adult meat dumplings. Wang Lei's screams and scolding stopped abruptly as the tall man took out something, his masculinity finally disappeared in front of the black gun hole.

"I thought you were such a tough guy!" The tall man's gun in his hand lifted Wang Lei's chin as if teasing. "Soul..." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Lei's face with fun, and laughed out loud, "It's a bear!" His words made his accomplices burst into laughter. Wang Lei's face turned red, and big beads of sweat slid down his temples.

"You'd better let us go, otherwise my brothers will come to you later and I will definitely not let you go!" Zhan Peng suddenly spoke and shouted at the group of people.

"Haha! Are you scaring your grandpa and me! Hum?" Old K grabbed Zhan Peng's collar and lifted him up. "Do you know what grandpa is doing? Just because of you little kids, what other storms are you trying to make?"

"Of course I can't do it!" Zhan Peng tried hard to restrain his breathing and did not show any nervousness. "My brothers are all special forces soldiers. I can't say whether they can make some storms!"

Old K was successfully angered by him, and he started to beat him up, cursing and shouting, "Come on! Let your brother come out and gesture..."

After repeated intimate contact between fists and muscles, Wang Lei felt pain for Zhan Peng just by listening to the sound. This kid, bragging 13, doesn’t look at the situation. Isn’t he asking for trouble?

The tall man looked at Lao K with a smile and was furious, just like to cause trouble for him. "I just said Lao K, you definitely have the habit of S and M! I don't believe it, you really can't hear it. This silly boy is bragging about 13!"

"Get out! I don't like to listen to people bragging about 13? You're just troublesome!" Lao K actually didn't hear it, but he couldn't admit in public that he was not good at thinking and was too shameless in front of his brother.

"What are you doing?" With a sharp voice, a man walked over from the opposite direction of the city gate, with a man with an old scar on his face and a face full of flesh.

"Brother Bin!" Old K and the other four greeted the visitor in one go. It seemed that this should be the person they had been waiting for and their leader. The scar man, known as Bin, slowly followed an old man in his fifties and sixties, with wide-brimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of weather-beaten eyes under the thick lenses, exuding a soft look. He looked like a senior old pedan, and was incompatible with those people.

"We just caught these people, and I don't know what to do with them." The tall man respectfully explained to the scar man the existence of Fan Tong and others.

The scar man's sharp eyes swept across the people tied up, "Leave the supplies, kill the rest!" As soon as the word "kill" was released, Haiting widened his eyes and whimpered, as if he wanted to say something to beg for mercy, but he couldn't spit out a word.

The few people were so arrogant that they began to search for Fan Tong and others' backpacks. Old K looked at the girls with some regret and smacked his lips, "Tsk tsk, it's a pity! Otherwise... brothers..."

"You are feeling sorry for that!" The tall man raised his chin and signaled to Lao K-Haiting.

"Then you can accompany them!" The scar man quickly took out his gun, removed his insurance, and pointed it at Old K's forehead.

"Brother Bin!Brother Bin! I'm joking!" Old K hurriedly raised his hands to surrender, and cold sweat instantly crossed his back.

"The road is long and the crisis is high, so it may be a good thing to bring more people!" The old scholar who had not spoken before persuaded lightly. The scar man thought for a moment, seemed to have made up his mind, and chuckled, "Okay! I'll follow you!" He pulled up the insurance and put away his gun, "Take them with you!"

Old K finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their heads have always been cruel, moody, and very dangerous, and almost lost their lives! A little similar to his feelings are the boys and girls who have been imprisoned for the ranks. If the previous passes through the levels, then this time, what's worse is that their lives are in the hands of others.
Chapter completed!