Chapter 276 (1/2)
”Is that you?”
Lin Feng's pupil contracted and said in a deep voice.
”Yes, it's me. You must remember the last time you humiliated me?” There was a heavy voice on the other end of the phone.
This person is Wang Zhiming who was scared out of shit by Lin Feng because of Wenqi last time.
At the moment, there was an undisguised hatred in his voice.
”Wenqi, is it in your hand?” In a slight silence, Lin Feng asked in a deep voice.
”Yes, it seems that your boy is not stupid!” Wang Zhiming sneered.
”What do you want?” Lin Feng asked.
”The Xilai hotel in the South Street of the city. Come here at seven this evening, or the silly boy surnamed Wen will die.” Wang Zhiming sneered: ”of course, you are only allowed to come alone!”
”OK.”
”Wait for me at seven.”
Lin Feng's eyes flashed an imperceptible anger, and then hung up the phone.
After hanging up, Lin Feng called aunt Xiang again, told him to find Wenqi's whereabouts and promised to bring him back safely. Then Lin Feng hung up.
Night comes quietly.
The red light on the road is flashing a dazzling halo, and the whole Hezhou City is full of night life.
South of the city.
Xilai hotel.
This is a hotel rather than a restaurant.
Although the gate was open, it was not open.
On the dining table inside, there were forty or fifty men. Some of these men had shaved heads, some were wearing sleeveless shirts, and some had tattoos on their necks.
At first glance, we know that we are not good stubble people.
On a stool at the innermost dining table, a young man was tied with a rope. The young man's mouth was stuffed with rags. His face was pale, and his eyes glittered with unspeakable fear.
On a main table, two men were extremely punctured.
One person is Wang Zhiming.
The other was shaved, with a thick gold chain around his neck and a big gold tooth.
He is also a famous man in Hezhou City.
His name is Jin Biao and he is called brother Jin!
”Brother Jin, it's still the same thing to invite you to come today. I won't tell you more about it. When the boy comes, you'll get it for me. Don't be merciful.” Wang Zhiming rose to pour a glass of Baijiu to brother Kim, and said with a face of hatred.
”How many people are there?”
The man called brother Jin asked Wang Zhiming as he picked up his glass and drank.
”Er...”
Wang Zhiming touched his nose and replied with a little embarrassment: ”it's estimated that there's only one.”
”What?”
”Only one?”
Jin Biao sprayed out the wine he had just drunk. He looked at Wang Zhiming with an unimaginable look on his face. His face was ugly and asked, ”you invited so many people to deal with one person?”
”It's not a matter of one person or two.” Wang Zhiming quickly explained: ”this boy's means are very powerful. Even if we have so many people, we can't easily win him.”
”Oh?”
”Is it so powerful?”
Jin Biao asked in surprise.
”Absolutely true!”
Wang Zhiming nodded solemnly. Thinking of that night, he still had lingering palpitations. Although Lin Feng cut off his pistol with a paper towel, which he recognized as a cover, Lin Feng's other means still made him afraid.
”If that's what you said, it's really interesting tonight.” Jin Biao drank a Baijiu, and his face showed interest.
”So wait a minute and ask the brothers to be more attentive. As long as I cripple this boy, I can't do without the benefits of the brothers.” Wang Zhiming said coldly.
Hearing the speech, Jin Biao asked curiously, ”what is this boy doing with you? You hate him so much?”
”Er...”
Wang Zhiming's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment.