I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 323: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (79)

The gang got into a car and angrily called their boss on their cell phones.

He wants to file a complaint, and Ye Zhao wants to rebel!

Before he could dial the number, a hand covered his nose from behind.

A strange fragrance rushed into my mouth and nose, and I suddenly lost consciousness.

"Wow!"

A basin of water was poured over his head.

The biting cold feeling instantly woke Zhang San up.

What came into view was a dim and damp basement, with only the flickering light bulb above my head providing dim lighting.

But this is not comforting, but rather extremely depressing.

The water stuck to his face and body was flowing. Zhang San was shivering and wanted to breathe out but was unable to do so.

Looking down, he saw that his hands were tied behind his back with hemp rope and fixed to the back of the chair he was sitting on.

He wanted to shout for help, but a rag had already been stuffed in his mouth.

There was no one else in the cramped basement except him.

It's despairing and scary.

He struggled desperately, but it was in vain even though the rough rope rubbed his wrists.

After a long time, the ice water and sweat on his body merged into one, and he sneezed three times in discomfort.

My wrist was already bleeding.

Exhausted, he leaned back dejectedly and gave up struggling.

Obviously, he has accepted his fate.

The fear of death enveloped him, and the light that flickered on and off shone on his face, revealing a deep despair for no reason.

He doesn't want to die!

He was willing to pay any price, just to stay alive.

His strong desire to survive made him make choices with great clarity.

Ten seconds later, the rusty iron door of the basement opened.

A tall man walked in surrounded by bodyguards.

They lined up on both sides of him.

A chair was moved behind him and the man bent down and sat down, legs crossed.

The arm joints are supported on the armrests, and the palms with distinct bones and fingers are supported on the acupuncture points near the temples.

He seriously admired Zhang San's expression when he saw him, which went from shock to pleading, then fear, and then vigilance.

All kinds of emotions change extremely quickly.

The man felt bored for a while.

He slowly glanced at the bodyguard next to him.

The latter took out an exquisite ruby-inlaid dagger and slowly moved forward.

His hand slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of the dagger.

With a little force, the dagger slid smoothly out of the scabbard.

It happened that the light bulb above his head lit up, reflecting like lightning, and the cold light it emitted stung Zhang San's eyes.

The sharp edge of the dagger slid along the fragile skin of his neck to the back, and goose bumps rose inch by inch wherever the sharp breath passed.

Zhang San was trembling like a sieve because his life was threatened.

His eyes were as wide as bells.

Especially when he felt the dagger lingering at the back of his neck, he used all his strength to cast a pleading look at the man in front of him.

If he hadn't been unable to spit out the cloth ball in his mouth, he would have begged for mercy.

Perhaps the man felt his "sincerity", or perhaps the man's time was precious, so he gave the bodyguard another look.

How can someone who works beside him not have the ability to read people's expressions?

Almost at the moment he gave the order, the bodyguard's dagger moved from the back of his neck to Zhang San's mouth.

Looking at the cold tip of the knife, Zhang San almost fainted from fright.

When he was about to pee, Dagger picked out the cloth from his mouth.

As the air rushed into his mouth, Zhang San touched his upper and lower lips together, "Master Shen, I was blind and didn't recognize the great man before. Can you please forgive me and let me go, okay?"

If your hands and feet weren't tied, there would be no problem kneeling down and kowtow to him.

Shen Qingshu, the kidnapper, didn't buy it at all. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I remember you were laughing happily when you tricked me into signing some documents. I still like that look of you."

"Then..."

"Hmm?" Shen Qingshu narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Zhang San shrank back in fear, forcing a flattering smile. "Master Shen, if you're willing to spare my life, I'm willing to go through fire and water for you."

"There's no need to go through fire and water." Shen Qingshu waved his hand.

Zhang San believed it and was overjoyed, "Master Shen is truly a kind man!"

He immediately looked at the bodyguard Roger holding a dagger.

But Roger didn't untie him for a long time.

Zhang San's smile froze. "Master Shen, if you have any requests, please tell me. I will definitely do my best to help you."

"I want to know something." Shen Qingshu stroked the ring on his ring finger, the light in his eyes flowing silently like water.

Following his movements, Zhang San saw the ring.

An idea suddenly struck him, "Ah, I know, Ye Zhao is a liar, he did all this just for...ah!"

A white light flashed, and a strand of hair fell from her forehead.

The chill grew, and Zhang San screamed.

Roger's movements were so fast that no one could catch him.

Zhang San's heart beat faster and he couldn't utter a word.

The truth hadn't been revealed yet, but Master Shen was even angrier than he had imagined.

What will happen after everything is revealed?

Shen Qingshu turned the ring, "That's not what I want to hear."

"Ah?" Zhang San was confused.

Roger pushed him and said, "It's about Master Ye's handle."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Zhang San suddenly realized, "His mother is in the hands of the boss, so he has no choice but to obey the boss."

Shen Qingshu's heart was shaken, and his eyes were filled with heartache.

His hands faltered slightly, and he sat up straight, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

"..." Zhang San.

Of course I want to live, is there any need to say more?

After all he has done, can't he be left with a life?

"Mr. Shen, what are your instructions? I will follow your lead." He quickly expressed his loyalty.

Shen Qingshu said bluntly, "Keep what happened today secret. Also, find the exact location where Aunt Ye is hiding."

Zhang San looked embarrassed. "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm just a weak person with limited power. I can't do anything. The place where Ye Zhao's mother is hidden is very mysterious, and many people don't know it."

It’s so difficult, harder than climbing to the sky.

Shen Qingshu looked at him coldly.

Zhang San dodged to the side, feeling inexplicably guilty.

A check with lots of zeros written on it swung before his eyes.

The numbers above are exciting enough.

Just one glance and Zhang San couldn't take his eyes off it.

But the check was playing hide-and-seek with him, hiding here and there.

He chased it, it fled, and it finally flew over his head and out of sight.

The temptation of money is huge.

Zhang San's will, which was already weak, collapsed.

"Actually, I'm the boss's confidant, so it's not difficult to find out..."

He chuckled and changed his statement faster than a prisoner could recant his confession.

Shen Qingshu said expressionlessly, "If you had said this earlier, we wouldn't have wasted each other's time."

"Don't worry, I will definitely take care of this matter for you." Zhang San promised quickly.

Shen Qingshu slowly shook his head, "No, helping me is also helping yourself."

"Mr. Shen, I don't understand what you mean?" Zhang San smiled innocently.

Shen Qingshu's eyes were as clear as fire. "I have almost finished investigating some of the things between you and your boss."

Zhang San's expression suddenly changed, no longer looking as nonchalant as before.

……

Ye Zhao received an unexpected call.

Originally he didn't want to go, after all, they had little in common.

But some of the things this person mentioned made him concerned, so he had to go to the appointment.

Come to a luxurious and stylish coffee shop in the city center.

I explained my purpose to the waiter and, under his guidance, I successfully arrived in front of the man.

Seeing him coming, the tall, well-proportioned and beautiful woman with a strong aura stood up.

"Hello Mr. Ye, I'm Ji Yue, Lu Zhihuai's mother."

Mrs. Ji stretched out her hand to him.

Ye Zhao shook hands with her and then separated.

After the waiter brought the coffee they ordered and left, Mrs. Ji took a sip of coffee.

"I asked you to come here, first of all, for my son."

She pointed out the key points.

But that was not what Ye Zhao was concerned about.

Out of politeness, he asked, "Lu Zhihuai?"

Hearing him calling her by her name, as if he was not familiar with the place, Mrs. Ji's frown relaxed slightly.

The sound of a zipper sliding could be heard.

A check was slapped in front of him.

Before Ye Zhao could see how many zeros there were, or complain about being treated like a protagonist being lavished with money, Mrs. Ji's red lips opened and closed, "Eight million, leave my son."

Classic lines, so classic.

Ye Zhao bit his cheek and pushed it back painfully, "I think you misunderstood. Lu Zhihuai and I are not in the relationship you think. What you should give is not me."

"I didn't give it to the wrong person. It's you." Mrs. Ji said firmly.

Ye Zhao was unmoved. He pulled out his chair and stood up. "If this is all you want, I think I should leave."

Just as he turned around, Mrs. Ji dropped a bombshell behind him -