Rebirth 90: I changed my fate by winning the lottery

[I will try to update the next chapter as soon as 12 o'clock passes! ]

Santi Prawan suddenly said something that made Zhou Lang's heart skip a beat.

"There shouldn't be any other people waiting here, right?"

Zhanta suddenly remembered that he had captured Professor Li and Ding Mo just yesterday. Santi Prawan's visit today was so sudden that he had not had time to deal with them.

Santi Prawan knew from his expression that someone else was there, so he directed his men to search the underground palace directly. Zhanta watched him give orders without saying a word, and could only tell the truth:

"Yesterday I caught two experts from China to help me repair the cultural relics."

Santi Prawan: "Antiques expert? You keep arresting these people. Aren't you afraid that they will target you?"

Zhanta: "There is no other way. My clients in China have too many demands for this."

Santi Prawan snorted: "The Chinese are troublesome. They are good and bad. How much money can you make from trading in cultural relics?"

Santi Prawan was very disdainful of this kind of small business.

Zhanta has been engaged in the cultural relics smuggling business for more than ten years and can be said to have a stable supply of goods and specialized smuggling channels.

Zhou Lang had always known this, but the sources of his goods from all channels in China were scattered, and there were very few particularly valuable cultural relics.

If they hadn't brought several large boxes of cultural relics over directly like this time, Professor Li and Ding Mo probably wouldn't have been targeted and captured to work for them.

It was just that according to Ding Mo's preliminary observation yesterday, this batch of cultural relics might be very important and precious. They even speculated that this batch of cultural relics came from an archaeological site that was being excavated. That meant someone was stealing from the site. To be able to take away so many cultural relics from an important archaeological site, the person who did this must be very powerful.

Therefore, Santi Prawan looked down on the Zhanta business because he really didn't understand whether he had really made a big deal this time.

Ding Mo and the other two were soon discovered by Santi Prawang's men, and were dragged and stood in front of Santi Prawang.

Santi Prawan asked Zhanta, "Is this the antiquities expert you got?"

Zhanta answered cautiously: "Yes, he is from China, and he is a well-known expert."

He was afraid that Santi Prawang would get unhappy and deal with Ding Mo and the others, otherwise where would he get two more experts?

European and American countries also sent experts to repair the ancient palace, but unfortunately those people did not have the authority and expertise of those sent by China. Moreover, if he kidnapped the experts from those countries, the police would probably call him directly and ask him to release them due to diplomatic pressure.

Unlike the expert from China, the police investigated the matter for him and brought it to him personally.

but……

"He is not." Zhan Ta suddenly pointed at Zhou Lang who was carried over.

Santi Prawan raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Zhanta quickly explained: "This man has been following me for many years. It turns out that he is a Chinese cop who has been lurking around me. He also has an accomplice who has not been caught yet. I was planning to deal with him yesterday, but I was busy with other things and didn't have time."

Santi Prawan chuckled, his voice full of sarcasm towards Zhanta: "With your small business, do you think you are worthy of the Chinese to place an undercover agent around you? I'm afraid you don't even know how many times you have been sold out over the years."

Santi Prawan's words touched Zhanta's heart, but he continued to do his business intact. He had never thought about this before. He just thought that Zhou Lang was not his confidant and was not valued, so he did not cause any harm to him.

Santi Prawan said, "Forget it, I'll just interrogate him for you! By the way, let these two experts from China know how powerful you are and teach them a lesson for you!"

As he said this, he called his men to drag Zhou Lang in front of him.

Ding Mo was horrified and blurted out: "No!"

She wanted to stop those who were taking Zhou Lang away, but she was also being held, so how could she break free?

Zhou Lang was thrown at the feet of Santi Prawang like garbage. He grabbed Zhou Lang's hair at the back of his head and lifted his head up to face him.

"You should know that you are going to die. If you want to die quickly, I will tell you what you have done over the years and then I will give you a quick death." Santi Prawang said sinisterly.

Zhou Lang endured the pain, groaned and said nothing.

Santi Prawan: "It still looks tough. It's okay, you'll tell me in a minute."

After saying that, he asked his younger brother behind him for a butterfly knife, placed it on Zhou Lang's shoulder, and pierced it into his collarbone little by little.

Zhou Lang screamed in pain. Ding Mo and Professor Li couldn't bear to watch this and all started screaming.

Seeing the three people's terrified expressions, Santi Prawan was very satisfied. He really liked to see the look of fear on people's faces.

It's a pleasure.

The more others fear him, the more excited he becomes.

So Santi Prawang exerted force, and the butterfly knife went through Zhou Lang's back. He pulled the knife out with force.

While Zhou Lang was gasping for breath, Santi Prawan stabbed the knife in again, only this time faster and more fiercely.

Ding Mo couldn't stop crying.

Zhou Lang had no ability to resist and could only allow himself to be tortured. This was just two stabs in the back. It was nothing compared to what his predecessors had endured at the hands of drug lords in the past.

Seeing that he was so resistant and still said nothing, Santi Prawan threatened him again: "It seems that just a little injury can't make you speak, so I have to work harder."

After saying that, he pulled his hand out, rubbed the blood on the butterfly knife on Zhou Lang's face, and asked his men to lift Zhou Lang up, grab his clothes and lift them up to reveal his strong abdominal muscles.

The butterfly knife left bloody marks along the lines of his abdominal muscles, but these bloody marks alone were not enough to stimulate him, so he simply used the knife in his hand to probe along the bloody marks.

In less than a moment, a piece of bloody human skin was peeled off and thrown at the feet of Ding Mo and Professor Li.

Professor Li was almost frightened to death. He is old, and making him watch these things is just going to give him a heart attack.

As a result, Zhou Lang gritted his teeth and shouted: "These are the only methods you use to be a drug lord. Don't you have any other tricks?"

Santi Prawang was pleasantly surprised to hear Zhou Lang speak the local dialect fluently.

But Ding Mo really wanted to wake him up: Can't you just give in and confess a few insignificant things at this time? If you really don't want to confess, you can just make up a few. You are actually still here to provoke the drug lord...

Ding Mo was already sweating all over.

In fact, what she didn't know was that Zhou Lang didn't want to explain, but he was in so much pain that he only had the strength to say a few words. In addition, he was seriously injured before, and Santi Prawang only played a few tricks on him before he couldn't bear it and fainted.

"What a bummer. He's so weak. Take him away and don't let him die. I'll come back to find him when I'm bored." Santi Prawang asked his men to carry Zhou Lang away again.

Then he turned to look at Professor Li and Ding Mo: "You continue with your work. I have never seen anyone else do cultural relic restoration. Show me."

As he said this, his subordinates moved his stool to the workbench near Ding Mo and his team, and he crossed his arms and started to watch. Zhan Ta didn't dare to say a word, and followed with a smile.

Ding Mo wished that there was a bronze tripod or something in the pile of cultural relics, which would fall down and hit him on the head!