HCB Chapter 178 Tribute
Chapter 178 Tribute
The taunting effect was so intense that it made Chang Yanwei's temples throb and his back teeth almost broken.
"Aren't you afraid of death? We only live once, and after we die, all we leave behind is a handful of dirt. Why not enjoy life while you can?
Besides, you're risking your life here.
Maybe your so-called upright leaders are enjoying themselves somewhere else?"
Chang Yanwei tried to use words to break down Chen Xiong's psychological defenses so as to dig out more useful information.
However, Chen Xiong just shook his head, even with a hint of smile on his lips, and said to Chang Yanwei.
"Chang Yanwei, you still don't understand. I don't care whether they are decent or not.
All I know is that it took the martyrs more than a hundred years and the blood of several generations to finally give up their opium pipes.
Do you think a country will fall twice in the same place?"
Chen Xiong raised his head and looked straight at Chang Yanwei, his voice touching people's hearts.
"So what if I die? You can destroy my body, but you can't destroy my will!
There are thousands and thousands of me behind me, following in my footsteps. Can you kill them all?
You are destined to be unable to sleep at night, you will be restless, and there will always be a sharp knife hanging over your head, ready to cut off your head!
Just wait, Chang Yanwei. On June 26th of next year, you will sacrifice your blood to me!"
Chen Xiong's eyes were filled with coldness, as if he wanted to pierce through Chang Yanwei.
Chang Yanwei's heart tightened, and the blood in his body rushed as if it were falling into an icy cave. He spoke with gritted teeth.
"Good! Very good! You're really strong-willed! Then let me see how strong your bones are!"
He gave a wink to his younger brother in the distance, and that person understood immediately. Soon he came in with a large syringe.
Chen Xiong took a quick glance, his pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously dodged backwards.
Chang Yanwei grabbed Chen Xiong by the collar and lifted him up.
"A cop, huh? A drug enforcer? You want me dead? Then you die first!"
After saying that, regardless of Chen Xiong's struggle, he forced the needle into his arm.
As the medicine progressed, Chen Xiong's expression became extremely distorted.
His body began to tremble violently, and low roars came out of his mouth.
Chang Yanwei looked at everything in front of him indifferently, turned his head and approached the dazed Lian Wushan step by step.
"How's it going? Are you scared?"
Lian Wushan came back to his senses, bit his lips tightly, and after two seconds, he immediately lowered his head.
"This is what the cops deserve!"
"Hahaha…"
Chang Yanwei laughed loudly, reached out and patted Lian Wushan, and slowly moved closer to his ear.
"Wushan, you won't betray me, right? Otherwise... your fate will be even worse than his!"
Lian Wushan's face turned pale, and he laughed dryly a few times, with a somewhat flattering expression.
"Brother, what are you talking about... How could I possibly betray you? The thing I hate most in my life is the cops!"
Chang Yanwei glanced at Chen Xiong on the ground, then looked up and glanced at Lian Wushan.
He picked up the unburned cigar on the table, sneered, and spoke nonchalantly.
"In that case, let me see your determination...
Go chop off his hands and feet and vent all the hatred you have for the cops."
As he spoke, he reached out and touched his chest.
Lian Wushan knew that if he didn't do it, he would probably be exposed.
In an instant, the blood in my body turned cold and my scalp went numb.
But he couldn't hesitate. Lian Wushan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and walked towards Chen Xiong.
Chen Xiong's will had collapsed and his body was twitching wildly. With such a large dose, he was destined to die.
Lian Wushan held the bone knife, his palms were full of sticky sweat, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly because of the light behind him.
Lian Wushan took a deep breath, raised the bone knife in his hand, and chopped at Chen Xiong's arm.
With one cut, blood splattered and exploded on his face.
The boiling liquid was like a maggot attached to his bones, crawling all over his brain and heart, corroding his sanity.
Chen Xiong grabbed him with his remaining hand and stuffed something into his palm.
Chen Xiong's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
Chen Xiong held on to the last bit of consciousness, smiled at him imperceptibly, and spoke with his mouth.
"Kill...me..."
With his vision blurred, Chen Xiong suddenly remembered Chen Yuan riding a bicycle under the sycamore tree.
The blue school uniform was like a flag, stroking his forehead and never falling.
Lian Wushan suppressed the surging fear, closed his eyes, and chopped at Chen Xiong's limbs one after another.
Every time the knife fell, it would bring up a string of blood, and the sound of bones breaking could be faintly heard.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.
With the last blow, Chen Xiong's limbs were completely separated from his body.
"Kang—"
Lian Wushan threw away the blood-stained bone knife in his hand, his stomach churning. He turned around, leaned against the wall, and vomited with a "wow".
Chang Yanwei watched all this coldly. He walked up and patted Lian Wushan on the back.
A smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said with satisfaction: "Not bad..."
Then, he turned around and left.
Lian Wushan Lian Wushan looked at Chang Yanwei's departing back and wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
He lowered his head and opened the blood-stained note in his palm. The black ink was slightly spread out by the blood.
But those four words were particularly clear—[Beware of Director Liu]
Lian Wushan stepped out of the warehouse door.
Looking up at the sky, thick dark clouds blocked the sun, not allowing any sunlight to penetrate.
[Here is a tribute to the drug enforcement police]
"Click...that's enough. Everyone, take a moment to slow down." The director shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the male protagonist Ning Jinglian burst into tears.
People around also came forward to comfort him, wiping their red eyes.
Xu Wuyang lay on the ground, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Chen Yu and Yuanbao also quickly stepped forward and helped the man up.
The staff member handed Xu Wuyang a bouquet of flowers and gave him a red envelope.
"Congratulations on wrapping up..."
Xu Wuyang held the flowers, his eyes still a little dazed.
After removing her makeup, she found a chair and sat down alone, with her head down and not saying a word.
Seeing this, others did not dare to disturb him rashly.
I sat like this for the entire afternoon until it gradually darkened.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Cheng Wang's voice came from above his head, and a gentle hand stroked Xu Wuyang's back.
In just a moment, tears welled up in my eyes involuntarily.
Drops of water fell to the ground and disappeared into the mud. Xu Wuyang stared stubbornly, not wanting anyone to notice anything.
Cheng Wang took off his coat, carefully covered his head with it, held him in his arms and took him into the car.
Xu Wuyang was surprisingly quiet along the way, lacking his usual liveliness.
Cheng Wang opened the small refrigerator in the car, took out a box of small cakes, and fed him one spoonful at a time.
Xu Wuyang finished the last bite of cake and wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand.
She buried her head in Cheng Wang's arms and fell asleep.