The taxi driver walked to a few other locals who were holding guns and said sothing to them. They nodded to show that they understood.
The taxi driver didn't stay for long. He spoke to the middle-aged man in the lead and stared coldly at the three people he brought over. Soon, he drove away.
The middle-aged man patted the young man's shoulder and smiled. "You're a warrior. Your family should be proud of you."
The young man imdiately stopped looking fierce and beca extrely pious. He knelt on the ground and seed to worship devoutly toward the northernmost point.
His pious worship was praised by the adults. The middle-aged man took the opportunity to lecture another young man. Ye Jian and Weaver couldn't understand him because of their language barrier. White Crane, who was the only one who could understand, had a cold glint in his eyes.
His pious worship was praised by the adults. The middle-aged man took the opportunity to lecture another young man. Ye Jian and Weaver couldn't understand him because of their language barrier. White Crane, who was the only one who could understand, had a cold glint in his eyes.
In order to achieve their ulterior motives, these people would bewitch the youngsters at any ti and place. They would use violence and killing as an access pass to heaven so that the youngsters could beco tools in their hands and commit heinous cris without any scruples.
They didn't do good, nor did they stop evil. They were brainwashed by extre thoughts and beca machines that didn't have their own thoughts. Those people could create killing machines at any ti.
The young man's future was no longer carefree. It was no longer clear. There was only grayness and blood-red killing intent. Yet, he was proud of it.
White Crane narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. He would rember this middle-aged man who bewitched the young man.
In order to prove that he had a brave heart, the young man kicked Weaver, who resisted the most violently just now, to prove himself to the middle-aged man.
Weaver didn't retaliate. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he stood with his back arched, allowing the young man to do whatever he wanted. The young man's fists hit his face, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He kicked Weaver's legs and abdon again and again. Just from the sound, one could tell how strong he was.
Weaver didn't resist and only avoided getting his vital points hit as he struggled. He hid his bloodlust of a special forces soldier, making everyone think that the three of them were ordinary tourists.
As for their camouflage bags, they threw them on the ground the second before they boarded the car. They didn't bring their bags with them at all.
Ye Jian looked at the young man who had completely lost his conscience. There was a bone-chilling coldness in her eyes. She was the victim of this transaction and a witness to evil. Next, she would be the executor of evil.
The young man beat up Weaver for at least five minutes before the middle-aged man stopped him. At this mont, Weaver and White Crane seed to have been frightened and didn't dare to struggle anymore.
There was no turning back. They had to see this till the end.
Ye Jian's chin was grabbed forcefully, and she was forced to raise her head. She saw in the other party's eyes that she was sized up like a good. They wanted to see if she was cheap or expensive.
She should be worth so money. The other party nodded in satisfaction and said a lot to the two people holding her. She beca the only one who didn't get beaten up.
White Crane's fingers, which were tied behind his back, touched Ye Jian's tied hands. His slender fingers drew lightly on her fingers.
"There's another deal to kidnap us. Before the deal is completed, we shouldn't be in danger. Don't worry, with Weaver and around, nothing will happen."
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