If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

When the tattooed man woke up from a coma, he found darkness in front of his eyes, and the images before he fainted still remained on his retina - a cup of rose champagne bottle and the ceiling of the nightclub.

He was brought down.

The tattooed man suddenly woke up after recalling these memories. He raised his head and hit the wound on his head. He grinned in pain and yelled: "Where is this place? You bastard, let me out!"

No one responded to him. He wanted to raise his hands but found that he was tied up by Wuhuada. The chain that bound him was still tightly wrapped around his body.

Calm down, be sure to calm down and figure out where you are?

The tattooed man took a few deep breaths and writhed like maggots in the darkness. After constantly hitting the wall, he was almost sure that this place was extremely narrow, hot and airtight, and smelled of air freshener. This is a car. trunk! He's locked in the trunk!

"Damn, bastard!" The tattooed man suddenly became frightened. Being put in a trunk in the underworld is not a good thing. People will only be stuffed in there when dumping the body. If the person in the trunk is lucky enough to be alive, then There is probably some terrible punishment waiting for him, such as being buried alive or something.

After yelling and twisting for a while, the tattooed man did not receive any feedback. He suddenly realized that the car had not been driven. It seemed to be parked quietly somewhere. Could it be that they had already arrived at their destination? ? Or is the punishment already completed? This car was parked in a dark corner of an underground garage where no one would come for several years. Will he starve to death here?

Fear, anger, despair, countless emotions accumulated together, the tattooed man could only roar loudly in the hope of attracting passers-by, but everything he did was in vain, and his cry for help was ignored. He seemed to be abandoned by the world. It's also sealed in this narrow trunk.

five minutes? About ten minutes later, things suddenly took a turn for the better.

The tattooed man with a thirsty mouth in the trunk heard the sound of someone talking. He couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart and shouted again: "I'm here! Is anyone there? Help!"

The conversation was indeed getting closer. The tattooed man twisted hard and hit his forehead against the surroundings, making a banging sound. But at this moment, he could vaguely hear what the people walking outside were talking about.

"Is the price of gas in Japan so expensive now? When I refueled in Chicago, the price was less than $2."

"The financial crisis that started in 2007 and has not yet ended this year has also hit Japan a lot. Our overseas industries have also suffered a big blow, and it has not recovered until now. Whether it is domestic private enterprises or state-owned enterprises, Business is no longer good.”

"Is this barrel of oil expensive?"

"This bucket is okay. We are talking about the overall oil price. Junior brother, if you don't drive, you don't understand these things. People like me who haven't even paid off the car loan should care more about which car consumes more fuel than what kind of car is popular." Speaking of fuel capacity, I really shouldn’t have borrowed that Ferrari when I was in China, that thing almost had to fill up every time I drove it, and the fuel cost made me crazy!”

A burst of fresh air hit his face, and the trunk of the tattooed man was opened. Before he could yell, the cold liquid poured over him, and a large smell of gasoline rushed into his nose. Fortunately, he shut up quickly. Otherwise, if he accidentally drank a sip of gasoline, there was a high probability of poisoning and aspiration pneumonia. But this is not what he should worry about now. The subsequent consequences after gasoline is poured all over the body are not something that can be rescued in the hospital. Omen.

This is not an underground parking lot, but a deserted open space next to a gas station. The lights of the gas station in the distance are still on. The people pouring gasoline must have come from there. The tattooed man is lying in an abandoned car. In the trunk of the old car, three people wearing black windbreakers looked at the car in horror.

"Pour it out cleanly. Oil is quite expensive." Lin Nian stretched out his head and looked at the oil barrel in Ryoichi's hand and urged him - knowing that Ryoichi was a poor man, he paid for the barrel of oil.

"It's okay. I will reimburse you when you go back to the team." Liang Yi patted the oil barrel and shook out the last few drops. He glanced at the tattooed man who was frightened and speechless: "You He looks very confused and scared. Just a friendly reminder, Qingfang Group, Base Area, Group Leader, after hearing these keywords, can you think of some information and tell us?"

"I will not betray the organization!" the tattooed man growled.

"Your four friends in the nightclub are not as tough as you. They have said everything that needs to be said, but their levels are too low to produce any useful information. But what is interesting is that all four of them unanimously said You know more information, so we let those four people go and only captured you." Liang Yi took out the cigarette case and handed it to Mandy and Lin Nian. They waved their hands and he shrugged. He bit into one, then handed the cigarette case to the tattooed man's mouth and shook it, letting the trembling lips also hold a cigarette.

"I am a very clear-cut person. Anyone who offends me will take revenge. Anyone who has done something wrong should be punished equally." Ryoichi took out a pure copper Zippo lighter with a vicious red ghost engraved on it. After lighting the flame, he brought the cigarette closer and took a deep breath, lowering his head and blowing it towards the tattooed man. The man tried his best to shrink into the trunk as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Didn't they clamor in here just now to come out? If I don't let you out, you will kill my whole family?" Liang put away the cigarette case, holding the lighter in both hands, lighting the fire with one hand and bending over to block the wind with the other: "You helped me light a cigarette once in the nightclub, and I have to repay you once."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Stay away from me!" The tattooed man covered in gasoline screamed and crawled into the trunk like a frightened chicken, eager to stuff himself into the narrow gap, trying his best to Avoid the flickering flame of the lighter in Ryoichi's hand.

"If you're a strong man but a strong man, please hold his head down." Ryoichi said.

Lin Nian and Mandy looked at each other and turned their heads. They took a step forward, held down one shoulder and half of the guy's body, pushed out the trunk and hung him in the air. Ryoichi squatted down with a lighter and looked up at the tattooed man with a pale face. : "If you blow out the cigarette, I'll let you eat a pack of cigarettes - the lit kind."

The tattooed man chewed his cigarette tremblingly, watching Ryoichi approach with a lighter, and lit the cigarette with rapid inhales, fearing that a gust of wind would blow over and cause the flames to drift to him.

"This is a cigarette that my law enforcement officer personally lit for you. You'd better finish it." Ryoichi closed the lighter cap and stared at his face: "Now, tell me everything about the Qingbo Group."