The dimly lit bas*ment has four simple walls, no decorations and only a large bed in the middle.
A person was sleeping on the bed.
It was a girl, with a clear face, who was currently in a deep sleep, except that her eyes were red and swollen, obviously having cried before she fell asleep.
Her hair was dishevelled, caught in sweat on her forehead, and her face was streaked with traces of sweat and tears that had evaporated and soiled a fresh face.
The quilt covering her was rolled up at a large corner, revealing two firm thighs.
This woman was Song Linna’s cla*smate and roommate, Liu Zixuan.
The other day, while walking outside the school gates, she was targeted by Yang Song, who had his men bring her in.
The door to the bas*ment opened and a man walked in, smiling at the sleeping Liu Zixuan.
Yang Song approached the bed and looked at the sweat on Liu Zixuan’s face, his heart swelling with laughter after conquering this woman.
Liu Zixuan’s body was really something to behold.
Tonight, it was not in vain to imprison her in this bas*ment.
Yang Song used his hand to give her a fierce squeeze, instantly waking Liu Zixuan up in pain.
“Ah!” Liu Zixuan shrieked and opened her red eyes, seeing Yang Song at a glance, with a clear look of fear in her eyes, and her body couldn’t help but shrink backwards.
“What are you hiding from? Haha ……” Yang Song laughed out loud, lifted off the quilt, grabbed Liu Zixuan’s arm, and pulled her into his arms with one hand.
“Please, let me go!” Liu Zixuan resisted helplessly, her eyes baring tears.
Yang Song revealed his hideous face, and the frightened Liu Zixuan reflexively curled up and looked at the man in front of her with a bit of disbelief.
“I’ve had a hard time getting you here, feeding you well and releasing you, do you think that’s possible?” Yang Song casually lifted her dark blue skirt.
“Tsk, what a great beauty!” Yang Song, who was fully transformed into a beast, appreciated the beauty in front of him while violating her.
“No …… please ……,” Liu Zixuan’s weak pleading voice not only failed to have the desired effect, but also fuelled Yang Song’s desire.
He moved his kiss away from her lips, propped up a long arm, and gazed down at her delicate face with narrowed eyes, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand.
……
The doorway was lit, and two of the boys were smoking and chatting at the same time.
“Holy Sh*t, I never thought that the boss would be this flirtatious!” One of the thugs said as he exhaled a puff of smoke.
“You don’t know Sh*t, it’s called a man dying under a flower, even a ghost is flirtatious,” the other one said with regret, “It’s just a pity that the girl was spoiled by the boss for nothing, how sad is that?”
“Isn’t it?” The previous fighter was overcome with emotion, “Ai, what a pity!”
……
After Yang Song had vented his animal lust, his boredom was instantly alleviated and he left the bas*ment in satisfaction, returned to the bedroom on the first floor and collapsed into bed with his clothes.
It was five in the morning and the lights were still on in the bedroom.
Yang Song had not closed his eyes all night and was sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette.
When he closed his eyes, he saw that Tang Huimin had brought a group of men to arrest him, so he instructed Lao Liu to arrange for two of his strongest junior brothers to be here to provide him with 24-hour personal protection.
These two junior brothers were arranged by Yang Song to stay in the two rooms to the left and right of his bedroom respectively, so that they would be the first to arrive once there was any movement over here.
For fear of accidents, he asked Old Six to sleep in his Porsche sports car and monitor the surroundings so that he could be informed in advance if there was any movement outside.
Old Six was a dedicated and dedicated man.
He sat in the car, almost all night without closing his eyes, and seeing that it was almost dawn, a wave of drowsiness came over him and he closed his eyes in a daze.
Suddenly, a dark shadow came out of the greenery, opened the car door and flashed into the car.
Old Six awoke with a start and opened his eyes.
“Who are you?” Just as he spoke out, a shiny dagger was already at his neck.
“Cut the F**king crap and shut up, or I’ll kill you.” A masked man said in a low voice, “Tell me quickly, which room Yang Song is staying in.” The man ordered.
“It’s in the bedroom where you stayed,” Old Six said, pointing his finger at the room with the light on the first floor of the villa, “Look, Yang Song doesn’t seem to be sleeping yet ……”
The man looked in the direction of Lao Liu’s finger, and through the milky white curtains, he could see Yang Song’s back as he sat on the bed smoking.
“Tell me, who else is living in this villa?” The man enquired.
“Just the four juniors under me.” Old Six replied.
“Where are they?” The man continued to ask.
Old Six answered truthfully, “Two are at the bas*ment door guarding the chick you got back, and two are in the room to Yang Song’s left and right.”
“Where are the others?”
“Nothing.” Old Six shook his head.
“Very well, your mission is now complete.” A cold light flashed in the man’s eyes.
“What …… do you mean by that?” Old Six looked horrified.
“You should go where you’re supposed to go now, brother, have a good trip!” The man covered his mouth with his hand and the dagger wiped hard on his neck.
In a flash, a stream of crimson blood gushed out from Lao Lao’s neck. Lao Lao’s eyes opened wide and he kept struggling, his pupils gradually dilating, and he soon gagged.
The whole carriage and the man’s body were splattered with blood.
The man wiped the towel used to wipe the windows of the car on his face, then jumped out of the car, gently closed the door, went under the corner of the villa and climbed up towards Yang Song’s bedroom.
Like a lithe Spider-Man, he gently climbed upstairs and in the blink of an eye, he reached the balcony of Yang Song’s bedroom and leapt into it with a single bound.
Gently pushing open the door to the balcony, he entered Yang Song’s bedroom like a ghost.
The room was shrouded in smoke, and Yang Song was sitting across the bedroom on a large bed, desperately smoking a cigarette and exhaling smoke rings one after another.
Suddenly, from the other side of one of the smoke rings, Yang Song saw a familiar face, only to see him covered in blood and holding a shiny dagger in his hand.
Drops of blood dripped from the dagger and fell to the floor, flashing a cold, terrifying light under the bedside lamp.
“How could it be him?” Yang Song thought that he had seen something and his mind had hallucinated.
So, he rubbed his eyes with his hands.
When Yang Song recognised that the person standing in front of him was Zhao Wenlong’s bodyguard, Big Head, he realised that it was not a dream or an illusion of his own.
“You …… you ……” Yang Song opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth and stammered, “You… . how did you get in here?”
“I’ve come to claim your life,” Big Head said viciously as he scurried over with an arrow and put a dagger to Yang Song’s neck, “Why are you pestering our Missy?”
Clang!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the door of the room was kicked open from outside.
