vrcanaries Chapter 386: Saved by a fierce and rough boss
Chapter 386: Saved by a fierce and rough boss
When the wretched man heard the footsteps going away, a wicked smile appeared on his lips again.
At this time, the old woman beside him lowered her voice, patted the wretched man's shoulder, and said in a very low voice: "Daqiang, don't suffocate people to death!"
The wretched man then realized that the woman in his arms seemed to have stopped struggling.
After hesitating for a while, he released his hands that were covering Wen Yang's mouth and nose. Wen Yang fell down like a puddle of mud, and it was difficult to tell whether he was dead or alive for a while.
Seeing this, the wretched man gritted his teeth unwillingly. He had no interest in this kind of motionless woman. He didn't expect that after watching her for so many days and carefully planning for so long, something like this would go wrong at this time.
"There's no sound upstairs. Why don't we go out and take a look?" the old woman asked tentatively.
The wretched man glanced at Wen Yang, who was lying on the ground, his life or death uncertain, and said with a sigh, "Tsk!", and said irritably: "Let's go out first, she can stay here for now."
After saying that, he prepared to get up, open the basement door and go up.
However, just as he stood up and was about to push open the basement door, he suddenly heard a burst of rapid footsteps above his head.
The wretched man's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he said to himself: Oh no!
Subconsciously, I closed the basement door tightly.
Sure enough, the next second, he felt a brute force pulling the door outward. The wretched man's hands tightly grasped the door handle, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
The old woman beside him obviously didn't expect such a sudden change to happen. She leaned against the wall of the basement and looked at the basement door in horror. Her face was pale and she asked tremblingly: "Daqiang, what should I do..."
The wretched man had no time to answer this question at the moment. He was already trying his best just to grab the door handle.
Suddenly, the force outside the door loosened.
Just as the wretched man was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, a loud bang came from above his head again.
Before the wretched man could react, the wooden door panel suddenly shattered.
Dust and wood chips immediately fell on the wretched man's face with a crackling sound.
"Cough... cough...!" The wretched man coughed repeatedly because of the dust that fell on his face.
As the dust settled, with the help of the light outside, the wretched man could clearly see the dark shadow in front of him. It was a man wearing a black shirt, and this man seemed to be the man holding an umbrella on the rainy day last time!
The wretched man felt a chill in his heart. Last time, he only glanced at the man from a distance and felt that his aura was terrifying. Now that he was closer, the feeling was even more obvious.
As soon as the door was opened, a rotten and fishy smell came from inside, and Cheng Zheng frowned subconsciously.
He had just checked with the system and found that his headache had been completely cured, so he could sense the location of Wen Yang in this world.
He was unwilling to wait even for a second and immediately set off to rush towards the direction he sensed.
However, when he rushed to the dilapidated house, it was empty.
At first he thought he had found the wrong place, so he went out again to sense it, but found that the place he sensed was still in the dark room, so he turned back and searched again.
When he found the wooden door panel on the ground, he was instantly certain that his perception was correct! After violently breaking it open, he found a hidden space underneath!
At this time, Zhou Jun also rushed over. He took out a flashlight and shone a beam of light downwards.
Cheng Zheng's dark eyes swept across the basement calmly. With the light from Zhou Jun's flashlight, he could easily see a woman lying on the ground with her hands and feet tied, her life or death unknown.
He frowned slightly, and a terrifying murderous intent spread uncontrollably from his body.
He stared at the figure lying on the ground and walked down the wooden stairs.
When the wretched man saw Cheng Zheng coming down, he was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground in the basement.
It was also the first time that the old woman had seen someone with such a terrifying aura. Even though he didn't say anything, it was enough to scare her.
She trembled and crawled to her wretched son using her hands and feet, trying to find someone to lean on to ease her fear.
Cheng Zheng walked up to the woman lying on the ground and carefully helped her up.
When he slowly turned the woman in his arms over, a familiar face came into view. The moment he saw the face clearly, Cheng Zheng's heart suddenly sank.
It turns out that Wen Yang has always been by his side...
At this moment, Wen Yang's face was covered in cold sweat, a few strands of hair were stuck to his cheeks in a messy manner, and his lips were bloodless.
Cheng Zheng stretched out his hand and found that Wen Yang was still breathing, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, with the help of the flashlight, he saw clearly that Wen Yang's wrists and ankles had horrific blood marks caused by being bound by hemp ropes.
He pursed his lips and said to Zhou Jun beside him: "Cut the ropes on her hands and feet."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jun did not hesitate and immediately took out the knife he carried with him and cut the rope neatly.
Without the restraint of the rope, Wen Yang's hands hung limply on both sides of his body.
Cheng Zheng gently picked up Wen Yang and held him horizontally, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.
He stood up, holding Wen Yang and stepped onto the stairs leading up to the basement. At the same time, he turned around and told Zhou Jun, "Keep an eye on them. Don't let these two get away."
"Yes!"
Then Cheng Zheng carried Wen Yang upstairs.
Cheng Zheng carefully placed Wen Yang in a corner against the wall. After making sure that Wen Yang was sitting firmly against the wall, he returned to the basement.
He stretched out his hand towards Zhou Jun, who immediately handed him the flashlight and knife, then respectfully stepped back.
After Cheng Zheng got the flashlight, he scanned the basement. When the beam swept across a corner, his eyes suddenly fixed. There was nothing else piled there, but a pile of bones! Among them, he could even clearly make out two human skulls!
Cheng Zheng's face darkened instantly.
He strode forward, grabbed the sleazy man by the collar, and lifted him up from the ground like a chicken. Then he put a sharp knife to the sleazy man's neck and said in a cold tone: "If I hadn't come, what would you have done to her?"
Having just witnessed with his own eyes how the man in front of him treated Wen Yang like a treasure, how could the wretched man dare to express his true thoughts at this moment?
He was shaking like a sieve, and he spoke tremblingly: "Brother, it's a misunderstanding... This is all a misunderstanding... Why don't you call the police and hand me over to them..."
The wretched man now felt that the man in front of him was even scarier than a ghost. The cold and sharp tip of the knife against his neck was only a tiny bit away from piercing his carotid artery.
If he had been handed over to the police, he might have been able to survive by making excuses, but if he had fallen into the hands of this man, he would probably be dead now.
The next second, Cheng Zheng's mouth twisted into a creepy smile, and he snorted coldly: "Hand you over to the police? That's too easy for you."
Then Cheng Zheng used one hand to push the wretched man to the ground. The wretched man lost his balance instantly and fell heavily to the ground.
Before the wretched man could get up, Cheng Zheng raised his foot and stomped hard on his chest. The force was so great that the wretched man felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his internal organs were crushed...