To middle age

"No, you had planned!" Mustache took a puff of cigarette.

"Yes, I have two identities, one identity was discovered by you, and the other is to threaten Li Jiahao and ask Li Jiahao the identity of the money, otherwise why should I use two mobile phones?" I asked.

"I drafted Mom, you kid don't think you are very smart, you are in our hands now, we can kill you in minutes!" The mustache came up and gave me a big mouth.

My face was originally beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. Now I was slapped with a big mouth, and suddenly screamed in pain.

"Bazhi, don't fight, we still expect this kid to get the money!" Huang Mao said hurriedly.

"Now I guess Brother Yao is waiting for our news. I'm going to call Brother Yao immediately." Moustache gave me a cold look. He picked up the phone and walked out of the house.

There was some noise outside, and the moustache made everyone quiet, contacting something.

Time passed slowly, and when Moustache walked into the room, the men in white coats also walked in.

"What are you doing?" I said in surprise.

"The Tao is also the Tao, you can help us get five million, I will definitely not kill you, but you are a dead person in front of Li Jiahao, I hope you can cooperate!" Mustache smiled lightly.

"Cooperate?" I looked at Mustache in surprise.

"You move quickly, and you should not hang yourself for more than a minute, or you will really die!" The old woman said hurriedly.

"Got it!" Moustache grinned, then helped me loosen it.

Within a few minutes, I could finally move around, but my feet were so numb that I couldn't walk easily. For about ten minutes, I was taken to the back mountain and came under a big ashamed tree.

In the wilderness of this place, those in white coats took the lead to leave, as if some kind of agreement had been reached, but the old man and old woman stayed.

Xiao Huang Mao tied a rope to the tree, and then motioned for me to climb up and let me hang myself.

"You, don't lie to me." I tremble.

"Boy, if I really want to kill you, I won't let them go. The rope has a slipknot. You hang motionless. I will take a photo. Then you fall to the ground and pretend to be dead. Beard smiled slightly.

Hearing Mustache's words, I looked at Huang Mao in amazement. The dagger in his hand was shining with cold light. Obviously I wouldn't do it, he would take action.

I stepped on a chair and just put my head on the rope, the yellow hair kicked off the chair.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Oh, you people are too cruel!"

I faintly heard the voices of the mustache and the old woman, and then I threw it to the ground with a thump.

what!

I screamed, and my ankle was painful. I knew my ankle was broken.

"Just pretend to be dead!" Mustache kicked me.

I did it humiliatingly. I knew that if I didn't do this, then I couldn't hide it from the sky, and I couldn't survive. I finally understood what it means to live without humiliation.

Only a few minutes later, the moustache stuffed the old woman and the old man with hundreds of dollars, and then escorted me into the van.

"You, what do you want now?" I nervously sat in the co-pilot.

"Of course I met with Brother Yao." Mustache started the car and drove out towards the outside of the village, and that Huang Mao apparently sent the video of my suicide to Brother Yao, so that Brother Yao could get the fifty. Million.

"You, when did you release me?" I asked hurriedly.