【Machanglin】Fatal Attraction

Chapter 10

Zhang took another sip of his cigar with trembling hands. He knew that his death was imminent, so he calmed down, gritted his teeth, and decided not to say anything.He was able to get into this position in the Huajiuhui, of course he would not be mentally prepared to put his head on his belt, so he was not afraid of death.Since you are not afraid of death, you might as well die to make a good impression on the organization.Hua Jiu will not talk about loyalty, but if you don't betray them, then they will not embarrass your family. If you betrayed and died, it doesn't matter, and there are still living family members to teach them.

So Zhang is not afraid of death, not only is he not afraid of death, but he also wants to die with courage. He forced a smile on that fleshy face, and wanted to taunt Lin Xianming a few more words, telling him to shoot quickly.

But Lin Xianming hated him so much that he didn't even need to speak.Lin Xianming saw that Zhang didn't mean to explain, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

But Zenji Baba spoke, and he said, "Wait a minute, Lin Jiang. We can take him away and hand him over to the torturer, and someone will make him speak."

Zhang's face suddenly turned pale. The profession of torturer is not very common, because as long as the heart is hard enough and the hands are black enough, anyone can do it, so there is no need for torturers who make a living from torture, but Torture masters still exist, which means that professionals are more ruthless and have darker hands than amateurs.

Zhang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that life is worse than death.

"Okay! Let's take him away!" Lin Xianming gave Zhang a disgusted look, and before Zhang could react, he slashed him unconscious with a knife.

Zenji Baba witnessed this scene, and raised his eyebrows in surprise behind the mask. It is not easy to do this with the power of an omega, but he didn't ask anything, but came over to help drag Zhang from the chair , ready to move him into the trunk of the car.

When Zhang woke up again, he was woken up by splashing cold water.He opened his eyes tremblingly, and saw four people, one was Lin, the other was the killer, the other two he didn't know, but he guessed that the torturer must be one of the two people he didn't know .

Bachang Shanzhi stood beside Lin Xianming and asked, "Do you want to stand here and watch?"

"Of course, I'm going to kill him with my own hands." Lin Xianming replied gloomyly, he made no secret of his ruthlessness now.He couldn't help but kept thinking about the last time he saw Qiaomei in his mind. On the day he sold himself, he was loaded into a car like goods and transported away. Qiaomei was still so young at that time, walking The two short legs chased after the car, crying and calling for brother.

He thought of the days when he and that little girl snuggled together in the dilapidated earthen house, and he thought of holding his sister's hand, so small and soft, like a flower nestled in his heart.

He remembered that he was still dressed as a woman, just wanted to see Qiaomei's grown-up appearance in the mirror, but Qiaomei was so close to him once, but he didn't notice it at all.

He didn't see any of it!

When he thought of this, he almost shed tears for his incompetence. There were already warm tears in his eyes, but he held back them.

He must avenge Qiaomei!

Bachang Shanzhi's friend - the torturer had already started to torture, and Zhang screamed continuously. Lin Xianming looked at everything in front of him with folded arms, as if he was watching the slaughter of pigs when he was a child, without any fluctuations in his heart.

At the end of the torture, there was no good flesh in Zhang's body. After screaming, he was so painful that he had no strength to scream, and could only make a ho-ho sound from his throat.

He finally said the name of the customer, Lin got the answer he wanted, stepped forward, drew out the dagger and cut his throat cleanly.

The rest is very simple.

The guy who bought his sister ended up dying worse than his sister.

Lin Xianming got into the car of Bachang Shanzhi exhaustedly. He had finished his revenge, but he didn't feel any satisfaction.He bent down, buried his face in his hands, closed his eyes in the darkness, and once again saw Qiaomei who was crying and chasing after him, but this time, he also cried, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes silently , flowed into his palm, no matter what.Baba Zenzhi sat next to Lin Xianming, he watched Lin Xianming, and sighed.

He didn't directly persuade Lin Xianming not to cry, but silently put a hand on Lin Xianming's shoulder, silent and tolerant, with the power to comfort people's hearts, until he felt that his shoulders were no longer trembling, he said: "Don't cry, Lin Jiang, let's go home."

"..." Lin Xianming took a deep breath, stopped crying, raised his head, and said bravely, "I didn't cry."

Zenji Baba didn't refute him and started the car.Lin Xianming turned his head and looked at the street scene outside the window. The colorful neon lights illuminated the tear-stained face. He looked at the city full of feasting and feasting under the night, showing a bewildered expression.

Lin Xianming didn't know where he should go.

He didn't recognize his father, and his mother and Qiaomei had already left him. The pillars that had supported him for a long time disappeared, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.He would not think of dying because of this, but at the same time, he felt that living was meaningless.Then he remembered what Zenji Baba had said to him just now, and he said—let's go home.

Lin Xianming leaned his forehead against the cold glass window.

go home?

The word was so unfamiliar that he fell into another kind of bewilderment.

Bachang Shanzhi held the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to hold Lin Xianming's hand. He didn't hold it tightly, and Lin Xianming could easily break free.

But that hand was so big, and the palm was so warm that Lin Xianming could almost feel the blood flowing under the intertwined skin lines. He held him, as if he was holding an exhausted hand on the stormy sea. the boat, so that he could not break free to go.

Lin Xianming's heart softened, and he tentatively held this hand back, so that hand tightened its strength, inserted its fingers into his, and entangled with his ten fingers, as if they were about to become one, and held tightly up his hand.

Lin Xianming didn't want to turn his head to look at Bachang Shanzhi, he still put his forehead on the car window, but rolled his eyes again, looked at Bachang Shanzhi openly from the rearview mirror, and saw that the face of Bachang Shanzhi was still familiar to him With a tired look on his face, there was an irrepressible gentle smile in those brown eyes, and he suddenly felt relieved.

He also wanted to go home.

TBC.