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Chapter 367: Slowly Settle the Account

Jinghai, Qianwan.

A van slowly drove into the undeveloped area.

After stopping by the roadside, the car door slid open and several young men jumped out.

It was dark all around.

At the bottom of the hill, there is a bright light.

It is a developed scenic spot and is extremely noisy even late at night.

"These two died at the wrong time!" a young man complained, "We had to come here overnight to deal with the bodies!"

He stared in the direction of the scenic spot and muttered, "What bad luck I have to deal with something like this so late at night!"

Snap.

He suddenly slapped himself on the face and cursed, "Damn it, how come there are still mosquitoes in autumn?!"

There were three other people with him.

They walked to the rear of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out two long burlap bags together.

The sack seemed heavy as it fell to the ground.

“Stop complaining…” Another young man said, “Take down the tools and get ready to dig a hole.”

Someone turned back to the car, took down a few shovels and threw them on the ground.

"Where is it buried?!" One of them stepped forward and picked up a shovel, muttering, "Should we dig deeper?!"

"who cares!"

"These two have no identity."

"Even if it's uncovered later, who would suspect us?!"

"Besides, they died suddenly on their own. What does it have to do with us? Stop worrying about it!"

Everyone echoed: "That's right..."

Each of them picked up a shovel and started looking for a place to bury the body.

Just as they were about to start digging, one of them suddenly dropped his shovel and yelled, "Fuck you, you bit me again!"

"Where do so many mosquitoes come from..."

"You are so delicate, who else should I bite if not you?! Hahaha, stop being a sissy..."

"A mosquito bite is no big deal..."

"Hurry up and work. I'll treat you to a drink when you're done..."

"You said so..." Someone else responded with a smile, "But drinking alone is boring!"

"Then call a few more sisters?!"

"No problem..." A group of people were busy for a long time, and in the end they only dug two small holes.

Another person threw away the shovel in his hand and shouted: "Brother, it's still early..."

"How about we go down the mountain and have a drink first?!"

"What a stupid idea! Are we going to dump the two bodies on the mountain? What if we get discovered?!"

"Discovered?!" The man who responded said in a teasing tone, "What kind of good person would stay up late at night and hang out in this shabby place?!"

"It won't be discovered..."

"Let's go have a drink first, and then I'll call some brothers to help..."

"I really can't do this job of digging holes. I don't do any housework at home."

Pulling for a long time.

The rest of the people were also persuaded.

They immediately threw down their tools and quit the job.

They also moved the two sacks back into the car and locked them inside.

"Let's go!" someone shouted, "They're all dead anyway, they won't grow legs and run away."

The sound faded away.

Less than five minutes after the group left, the sacks in the van moved quietly.

A soft curse sounded in the silence.

After a rustling sound, the sack was cut open by something.

Subsequently.

Two fingers stretched out from the opening and pulled hard to both sides.

A white man covered in wounds struggled to crawl out of the torn hole.

"FK!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed.

After being in this business for so long, this is the first time I’ve fallen to this point!

"Feren, are you okay?!" He patted the other cloth bag beside him and asked in a low voice.

The bag moved, as if in response to him.

The man looked relieved and sighed, "I knew you wouldn't die so easily..."

He moved his body with difficulty and used the small blade hidden between his fingers to cut open the other bag.

The trunk space is not large.

Two adults were crammed together and tortured.

Fumbling to untie their restraints, they both leaned back, breathing heavily.

After a while.

The white man stared at the skinny guy opposite him and suddenly laughed: "Feren, you look so miserable..."

The skinny man whom he called Feren sneered: "Same here..."

After saying that, a hint of coldness flashed across their eyes at the same time, and they said in unison: "What should we do next?!"

"It was my negligence this time..." The white man said, "I didn't expect that little guy could overcome his inner demons."

The voice just fell.

Feren pounded his fist against the wall of the carriage and gnashed his teeth: "This little rascal..."

It has fallen to this point.

Everything is to blame on that kid named Tang!

I thought it was a sure thing, but it ended up being a disaster.

Two outlaws who had lived a carefree life for most of their lives fell into the hands of a young boy.

"It won't end like this..." There was an unusually gloomy look on Furen's face, which was so thin that it seemed like a bag of bones.

"The fear planted in the heart will not be easily removed..."

"Maybe it's been so many years since we last met that he has forgotten some things. I will remind him next time!"

His voice was cold and hoarse, like a devil from hell.

After resting for a while, the two people in the trunk bent down and climbed into the driver's cab with difficulty.

Because he was covered in wounds.

There is a lack of energy these days.

Just flipping over the seat took up most of my strength.

The two of them leaned back in their seats, tilted their heads back and breathed deeply.

"Eric, how do you feel now?!" Fearon said: "Those guys can come back anytime..."

"After a good rest, just..." he said while panting.

"Don't worry, my old friend." Eric was also breathing heavily at this time.

"They definitely didn't think we were playing dead."

"After all, even the heartbeat and breathing are gone..." He smiled weakly, with a smug look in his eyes.

Subsequently.

He bent down with difficulty, reached under the steering wheel, and pulled out two wires.

He took one in each hand and touched them lightly.

The engine started immediately and the car body trembled slightly.

"Go find those guys?!" Feren's face was gloomy.

"Which ones?!" Eric held the steering wheel with both hands, turned his head and asked in confusion.

"The ones who sent us here," Phelan answered.

"Why are you looking for them?!" Eric frowned: "Brother, do you want to take revenge on them?!"

Feren sneered, "Have you forgotten what these people have done to us?!"

"Don't make things complicated." Eric said with a serious expression: "With our current physical condition..."

"It is very likely that revenge will fail and you will get into trouble again."

"First, recover from your injuries, and then we'll settle the score with them later."

“…” Feilun was unwilling to accept it, but he also knew that what he said was true, so he could only suppress his anger.

The dilapidated van slowly drove away from this desolate land.

At the scenic spot at the foot of the mountain, a young man who was already sitting at a barbecue stall received a notification on his mobile phone.

He grinned.

The boss guessed well.

These two guys in the car are really pretending to be dead!