Well... it doesn't seem like anything is wrong.

　　"My people indeed didn't catch that fatty," the middle-aged man stared at Jiang Cheng and spoke again, "He is indeed... very nimble."

　　"Especially nimble."

　　"But you might not have considered one thing, although you are using him as a tool, he still cares about you," the middle-aged man tilted his head and signaled the young man beside him with his eyes.

　　As if receiving an order, the young man immediately said to Jiang Cheng, "After the fatty ran away at the market, he quietly sneaked back to this vicinity. Now he is lying on the roof of the building opposite, observing the movements here."

　　The young man pointed in a vague direction with his hand.

　　That was a semi-abandoned old residential building, with only a few residents still living there. Even basic water and electricity were a problem.

　　It was indeed an excellent observation point.

　　But for the fatty who lacked counter-reconnaissance awareness, he might not be clear that this kind of excellent observation position often makes the observed person more vigilant.

　　Moreover, judging from the current situation, he probably can't escape.

　　After all, he is only nimble, and his martial arts skills are much worse.

　　Now that he has been exposed, it's only a matter of time before he is caught.

　　"So... you are going to kill us all, right?" Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man.

　　The middle-aged man stared at him and asked, "Why do you say that?"

　　Jiang Cheng looked at the young man who had just spoken, "He has a very special smell on him, the smell of chlorine disinfectant."

　　"You are not familiar with this place, so after killing us, you plan to take the bodies away, but the journey is long. To prevent the bodies from emitting an odor, you have prepared disinfectant to cover up the stench."

　　Hearing this, Chen Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment, and then the look in her eyes towards the middle-aged man also changed.

　　The middle-aged man's eyes gradually radiated light. He neither affirmed nor denied, but said lightly, "Go on."

　　"I guess your most ideal plan is to strangle us with ropes," he paused, "The advantage of this is that the scene will be cleaner, and it will be easier to disguise it as a disappearance."

　　"But I'm curious about one thing. Although there are not many surveillance cameras in this area, there are some after all, and some are private cameras of nearby businesses. So many of you have come, how do you ensure that the police won't investigate you?"

　　"You came by car, and the monitoring and information leakage along the way is also a big problem," he raised his head, "How do you deal with these problems?"

　　"Take him upstairs," the middle-aged man said to the young man beside him, "Thoroughly search this place, don't leave any traces."

　　After the figures of several people disappeared, Chen Xiaomeng looked at the middle-aged man and asked incredulously, "Are you really going to kill him?"

　　"You don't want him to die?" A strange emotion flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

　　"Of course not." Chen Xiaomeng immediately said, "I just don't think it's necessary. He's not one of those guys, and killing him will bring us trouble."

　　"I think scaring him is enough." Chen Xiaomeng said quickly, "If that doesn't work, I'll beat him up again. He's not stupid, he knows what can be said and what can't be said. Even if we spare him, he won't go out and talk nonsense."

　　"He's very timid and very cowardly," she added.

　　This is not a nightmare. This man named Hao Shuai is certainly hateful, but making him pay the price and making it clear that she is not to be trifled with is enough.

　　Before coming, Chen Xiaomeng never thought about killing him. She wanted to separate the nightmare from reality, otherwise, what would be the difference between her and those perverted guys.

　　"Okay." After a long time, the middle-aged man looked at Chen Xiaomeng, "But you have to put on a show with me. We need to confirm his identity."

　　When Jiang Cheng came downstairs again, everything downstairs was as usual.

　　During the previous search, they found some information about Jiang Cheng. His name was written in all the places where the medical record was signed.

　　This could not be concealed.

　　"Uncle Gong, it's getting late, send him on his way," Chen Xiaomeng turned her head, not looking at Jiang Cheng's direction, and sat on the sofa not far from the desk with her legs crossed.

　　She took out her mobile phone and played her favorite Lianliankan game.

　　Reaching out and clenching the leather whip that Chen Xiaomeng had left on the table in his palm, the middle-aged man called Uncle Gong looked down at Jiang Cheng. To his surprise, no emotions related to fear appeared in the eyes of this young man.

　　But he didn't resist either.

　　"Aren't you going to try to resist?" Letting himself tie the rope around his neck, this young man named Jiang Cheng didn't move at all, which greatly exceeded the middle-aged man's expectations.

　　According to the girl, this Jiang Cheng is quite skilled, and he killed two strong men who pounced on him in an instant.

　　He had always been on guard before, because he suspected that the young man's apparent acceptance of fate was fake. He was waiting for himself to relax his vigilance, and then suddenly strike.

　　But now that the rope was already tied around his neck, the young man was still very quiet. He couldn't think of any other variables.

　　"Young man," the middle-aged man exhaled, with a bit of appreciation in his tone, "You are very good, but unfortunately I can't determine whether you are standing on our side, or whether you will eventually be eroded."

　　"Your potential is terrifying, so... I can't risk keeping you, otherwise, the next time we meet in a nightmare, you will also be a threat to us." He paused, exerted force with both hands, and began to gradually tighten the noose.

　　"Blame yourself for setting your sights on someone you shouldn't have provoked," he said finally.

　　"Wait!"

　　In the second before the rope was about to touch Jiang Cheng's skin, he suddenly said loudly.

　　The middle-aged man's wrist paused.

　　He is not a soft-hearted person, but he still retained enough patience for the young man in front of him. Through his observation and the girl's description, this man's aptitude is very high.

　　He is thoughtful, decisive, and doesn't have emotions like guilt afterward.

　　He is simply a born killer.

　　"What are you waiting for?" the middle-aged man exhaled and asked.

　　Jiang Cheng slowly, slowly stretched out his hand, and then used one finger to press on the mobile phone that had been put away by the middle-aged man and placed on the other side of the table. A message that lit up on the screen suddenly jumped into the middle-aged man's sight.

　　"Hold on, we have located your position and will arrive within 10 minutes."

　　The time the message was received was 10 minutes ago.

　　The middle-aged man's pupils trembled violently.

　　In the next second, the half-covered door was kicked open, and three or four people in police uniforms rushed in. One of them, a female police officer with a ponytail and heroic features, shouted while aiming her gun around, "Put down your weapons!"

　　Two young men who had not reacted were immediately pinned to the ground. Chen Xiaomeng was a woman, so she was treated slightly better, but she was also restrained.

　　In the rush, the mobile phone fell to the ground.

　　"Cough... cough..., I... cough cough... save..." With both hands grabbing the rope, Jiang Cheng struggled violently, his forehead veins bulging, his eyes rolling back, like a dehydrated fish, his body kept hitting the chair.

　　"Stop!" The female police officer pointed her gun at the middle-aged man standing beside Jiang Cheng, his hands loosely holding the rope, "Let him go, or... or I'll shoot!"

　　A burly male police officer had already quietly outflanked from the suspect's blind spot.

　　"Cough cough... save... save me..., cough cough..."

　　With a flushed face, Jiang Cheng tightly grabbed the rope around his neck, perfectly playing the image of a pitiful victim who was about to be strangled to death by a vicious criminal.

　　But the embarrassing thing is that the middle-aged man had already raised his hands, and Jiang Cheng was still acting.