Chapter Eighty-six

  Where is this?

  His shoulders heavily knocked against the ground, Li Jin opened his eyes from a daze, and what entered his sight was the cold and damp concrete floor.

  The sound of footsteps faded away, he struggled to lift his neck and followed the sound, the few people who brought him here threw him down and completed their task in a hurry, as the last person walked out the door, the rusty iron gate creaked "squeak" and closed tightly in front of him.

  Where is this?

  Li Jin lay on the ground, the cool air from the floor seeping into his body. Looking around, he found that this place was extremely spacious, with enough room for two cars to pass through comfortably. However, it seemed like no one had been here for a long time, and the cold air made it feel like an ice cellar. Everywhere were old machines covered in dust, with many tools scattered about, piled haphazardly in the corner of the wall, their iron surfaces already rusted thickly. Looking up, he saw several old lamps hanging from the ceiling, casting a dim yellow light. The roof was missing a corner, and cold air was pouring in through the gap. Apart from this, the entire room had no windows or openings, only a black iron door embedded in the wall, far away from Li Jin, on the other side of the room.

  He propped himself up with his arms, barely managing to sit up. The impact of the car accident made every part of his body ache, and even the slightest movement made him break out in a cold sweat. His eyes and forehead were scorching hot, but every pore on his skin was screaming with cold. He had no strength left in his body, and sitting like this made him feel like he was about to collapse at any moment. Unconsciously, he used his legs to support himself, but then...

  "Hiss!"

  Li Jin let out a cold breath, and the energy he had just gathered was suddenly dispelled.

  Ankle... is this dislocated?

  The pain slightly alleviated, he fumbled and rolled up his pant leg. Indeed, on the right ankle, a fist-sized swelling had formed, which was already purple-red in color. When he touched it with his hand, Li Jin's forehead broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

  It's great that there's no one around here, but as soon as I woke up, my mind was filled with thoughts of escaping. However, my ankle has become like this, and even if I wanted to run, I wouldn't be able to get very far.

  Li Jin was both angry and amused, feeling that he had indeed walked into a trap. However, unwilling to sit and wait for death, he used one hand to support himself against the wall and tentatively stood up. Just then, the iron door creaked as someone entered from outside.

  Li Jin stood on one foot, propping up his body, just standing there.

  Three people came in, the first two were humble and courteous, bowing their heads and nodding, one pushing the door and the other leading the way, surrounding the one behind. The one behind was also at ease, with an arrogant face, as if except for himself, the whole world was just a doorman's skin dog.

  He Jiaer is a spoiled rich kid who has been pampered since childhood, so it's no wonder he has such a temper.

  Li Jin had long known that the one who was tied up was him.

  Although Shu Mu was a vengeful person, he wouldn't swallow this big loss and keep quiet. He had always been calm and collected, planning before acting. Even if he wanted to play tricks, he would wait until the dust settled and others had forgotten about it, then strike unexpectedly, finishing them off with one move.

  Who would dare to be so reckless as to tie themselves up in public and show their face?

  Li Jin immediately felt that He Ershao was born with a handsome face, and it's a pity to waste this face.

  The second young master, however, was still self-satisfied, walking with a seemingly leisurely and elegant gait to the front of Li Jin. His sparkling eyes scanned Li Jin from head to toe, focusing on his injured right foot for two circles before smiling lightly.

  "Didn't expect it to be me?" He Yuesong's smile made her lips red and teeth white, looking exceptionally pure and innocent.

  Li Jin's hair stood on end with hatred, his teeth itched, and he wanted to retort coldly "I've expected this", but a good man doesn't take advantage of the current situation, provoking him would only bring trouble to himself. Moreover, he knew that Li Yiheng must be frantically searching for him at this moment, so he had to swallow his pride to gain time and let Li Yiheng find him.

  He lowered his head and nodded, saying in a very deferential tone: "Indeed."

  He Yuesong became even happier, he and Li Jin were about the same height, smiling like a naive freshman who had just entered university.

  "I didn't think it would be so easy to catch you, I thought it would take some effort... " He Yuesong raised an eyebrow in a playful manner, speaking while slightly leaning towards him, "It seems that you protected that useless Ruo Fei very well, but your own safety isn't on your mind at all."

  Enduring, enduring, enduring, Li Jin silently recited the endurance mantra in her heart, automatically replacing "can't be helped" with "wise and mighty".

  "But you yourself are not careful, and that paramour of yours, Mr. Li Yi Heng, is he not careful either?" He Yuesong asked with a blink of her eyes, "Didn't he used to be very protective of you? How come, now it's so easy for me to catch you?"

  Li Jinshen's body shook slightly, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at He Yuesong.

  "Oh, I see. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just... he's not capable enough. Hmph, big brother always tells me to stay away from him, but I think he's just a fake, only knowing how to ruin the family business, without even half of the ability. Just look at the funeral he helped Ke Yuan with...”

  He Yuesheng's words were laced with sarcasm, as if he had been repeating these words in his mind every day, and his tone was full of venom. "If you really can't bear to part with him, why didn't you save his life when Ke Yuan was still alive? Now that he's dead, what's the point of putting on a fake show... People without ability always end up together, Ke Yuan deserved to die, and Li Yiheng is even more deserving of death!"

  Li Jing hung his head, the incantation of endurance had no effect at this moment. Hei Er's words were like thousands of steel needles piercing into his heart, making him clench his fists so hard that his fingernails dug deep into his palm, as if only this pain could keep him sane and prevent him from exploding.

  "Besides, even if he protects you, what's the use? I'm...!" He Yuesong muttered to himself, but Li Jin noticed that his right hand was clenched into a fist, with his fingers slightly trembling, "I've wanted your life for a long time!"

  In the next second, He Yuesong suddenly threw a punch, straight at Li Jin's left cheek. As a young man who had learned Taekwondo, he had some skills in his fists and feet, and such a sudden attack could knock someone out with just one punch. But Li Jin was prepared for him, and as soon as the first punch was thrown, he dodged to the side, causing He Yuesong to miss. Unexpectedly, He Yuesong's second punch followed immediately, directly covering his face. Trying to dodge again, but his ankle injury made him unstable, this punch landed squarely on him, sending him flying far away.

  Li Jin was left with a throbbing head and feet, seeing stars in his eyes, and nearly fainted. Hei Er Shao, however, had never been one to back down from a fight. From young to old, he had always been the one being pampered by others, never having to give in to anyone else. Moreover, with two followers behind him, Li Jin's sudden movement had made him lose face, and his chest was suddenly filled with a burning rage. He didn't care if Li Jin could get up from the ground or not, and in a few strides, he rushed over and stomped on Li Jin's injured ankle.

  "Ah!"

  Li Jin let out a low growl of pain, feeling as if his entire foot had separated from his calf in that instant, the pain was so intense he wished to smash his head into the ground. He Yuesong saw his suffering and felt a sense of satisfaction, increasing the force on his foot, trampling even more fiercely. Unexpectedly, the person who was pale with pain suddenly clenched his right fist, his body sprang up like a rabbit, and violently smashed towards his knee joint.

  This punch concentrated all of Li Jin's strength, mixed with old and new hatred, heavy and sharp. He Yuesong was caught off guard by this punch, lost his balance, and flailed his arms wildly in the air but couldn't find any support. With a loud crash, he fell to the ground on his back. At this moment, Li Jin was furious, throwing away all his hidden patience and calculations, with only one thought in mind: you've tormented me so badly, I'll make you bleed to vent my anger. So he pounced on him without care, before He Yuesong could get up, punching him in the stomach, then straddling him, punching his face left and right, as if wanting to beat the dignified second young master of the He family into a pig's head.

  Unfortunately, he had only thrown a few punches when he was suddenly pulled up by the arm. The two men who came with Second Young Master pounced on him, one on each side, and tore him away from Second Young Master's body. They threw him to one side and immediately began kicking and punching him. These two men were not like Second Young Master; their punches and kicks were all meant to be fatal. They were the He family's thugs, and every move they made was intended to take someone down. At this moment, Second Young Master was watching them get beaten up right in front of him, and they were afraid of getting into trouble, so they fought with extra ferocity. Poor Li Jin had just been through a car accident and had already lost three-fifths of his life; being beaten by two men at the same time, he couldn't even defend himself, let alone protect his vital organs.

  "That's enough!" The one-sided abuse had gone on for who knows how long, when the disheveled He Ershao finally adjusted his collar and coldly ordered, "Pick him up!"

  One of them grabbed Lei Jin's shoulder, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Anyone who had reached this point would have been powerless to resist, even if they weren't at death's door. But despite the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and the dark purple bruise around his eye socket, Lei Jin's gaze towards He Yuesong remained sharp and piercing, sending a chill down one's spine.

  He Yuesong was infuriated by the provocative gaze, and without thinking, he pulled out a small pistol from his waist, its black muzzle coldly and menacingly aimed at Li Jin's face.

  Right on his forehead.

  "Believe it or not, I'll kill you!" He Yuesong's voice was low and hoarse, when he wasn't smiling, his eyebrows drooped down at the ends, and his eyes gleamed with a sinister light, which made him look even more real.

  Li Jin was actually at the end of his rope, but he still had a breath left in his chest, and he refused to admit defeat. Upon hearing this, he coldly laughed and said: "You dare to tie me up on the street and show your face so openly, you never intended to let me live. If you want to kill me, then just do it, what's with all the nonsense!"

  He Yuesong's face twitched with rage, his teeth clenched as he cocked the gun, the cold metal barrel emitting a strong smell of gunpowder. Li Jinscreen held her breath and closed her eyes tightly...

  "Halt!" Suddenly, the iron gate opened again, and a person rushed in like the wind, snatching the pistol from He Yueshang's hand before anyone could react, throwing it far to the side.

  The muzzle hit the wall, making a clear but not very loud sound. Lei Jin only felt that the tight string in his heart suddenly broke, and his body swayed slightly as he opened his eyes.

  Standing in front of him was a familiar figure.