The wicked have their own evil

The night was so deep that there was hardly a trace of silver light to be seen.

Zhang Chi was woken up by Zitong. He was tossed about last night until early in the morning before he could fall asleep, and he was woken up again not long after he fell asleep.

"What time is it?" He muttered in a low voice, with a thick sleep sound.

"05:30."

"Yeah." He lazily opened his eyes, trying to find Zitong's direction in a glimmer of light, "Where are you going?"

"I have something to do. I need to leave for a day or two." Zi Tong just put on his coat and said back.

Zhang Chi raised his eyebrows and asked, "When will you be back?"

Zi Tong said: "I don't know, hurry up."

"Oh." Zhang Chi lowered his eyes and smiled casually, "Okay."

"Don't run around," Zitong warned.

He still doesn't worry about him.

"Where can I go, this side is full of your people." Zhang Chi pulled his lips, "By the way, don't give me any more injections."

Zitong paused, frowned and looked at him,

"You fucking tied me up, can I still run around?"

Zitong pursed his lips. Of course he knew that Zhang Chi didn't like being injected. This feeling of powerlessness was naturally disgusting to the strong Zhang Chi.

Zitong's memory suddenly returned to last night, and his breathing was a little short.

"Give me another injection. If I get bullied here, you are the only one to ask."

"..." Who can bully Boss Zhang.

Zitong coughed lightly, and said, "I won't hit you anymore." He paused, and continued, "I won't hit you anymore."

Zhang Chi nodded in satisfaction.

"But," Zitong's expression became cold, his facial features sank, and he said every word: "You have to wait for me to come back."

"Okay," Zhang Chi lay back on the bed and turned over, "I'm going to sleep."

Zitong leaned close to his pretty face, pinched his chin, and kissed his lips without refusal.

He opened the door, looked back at Zhang Chi who was on the bed suddenly, his eyes drooped, and slammed the door shut.

After Zhang Chi heard the sound of closing the door, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no sleepiness in them.

He pulled his lips, showing a mocking smile, the anger in his eyes disappeared, and all he got was coldness.

It is impossible for him not to be worried about Shen Hua and his gang of brothers. It has been several days now, and since he does not have his mobile phone, he has no idea what the weather outside is like.

But he probably knew why Zitong left this time.

Zitong usually does not give him too many injections, and his strength will recover after five or six hours.

What he needs now is to raise his energy so that he can easily escape from this place in the morning.He closed his eyes heavily, the irritability in his heart was increasing every minute.

He seems to have obeyed these two days, but in fact he is not. He is trying to lower Zitong's guard against him.

Zhang Chi wanted to try to persuade Zitong, but couldn't.He couldn't understand the importance of his brother and Shen Hua to him at all. He was Zhang Chi, not a shrinking turtle. It would be impossible for him to wait for the matter to end peacefully.

He and Zitong's thinking has run counter to each other, and it is impossible to reach an agreement.

Zitong couldn't understand the way he sacrificed his life for righteousness towards Shen Hua.

Zhang Chi tapped his forehead wearily. He had been exploring the outside situation like fish in troubled water these days, and finally, he heard what Zitong said to him while he was sleeping.

He can roughly understand that Young Master Chen and Zitong are allies, and how to really solve the current situation.

He had only met Young Master Chen once. He was not only involved in the underground gangsters, but also a high-sounding white Taoist.

Black and white love each other, and Young Master Chen's power is beyond his expectation.

He sighed lightly, with a wry smile on his lips.

Thinking back to the few days, Zhang Chi's heart was in a state of confusion, and there was also a sour pain.

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Frowning, he just looked at the clock on the wall and listened to the ticking seconds.

It's almost 06:30.

He can probably figure out that the time period from 06:30 to 45:[-] is the most slack.

This is the time period for substitutions, and he can handle it.

But if it is at the door, it depends on luck.

Zhang Chi moved his body to the right, and took out a piece of debris under the mattress, which was hidden under the bed when he smashed the bowl before.

He gritted his teeth and moved his bound hands.

He held the fragments by his wrist, and carefully cut the arc of the hemp rope.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

"Mr. Zhang, good morning." A man saw him wake up and walked in directly.

Zhang Chi immediately retracted his hands under the quilt, and looked at the man as if nothing had happened, with a little impatience in his eyes.

"What?"

The man said: "Sir, you want to eat a sandwich, I'll bring it in for you."

"Let it go."

There is a small table on the right side of Zhang Chi, and the usual food is placed here, but now watching the man walk towards him step by step, Zhang Chi's heart is in his throat, and he is about to be cut by him. Broken rope.

The man put the plate on the table, stopped suddenly, raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at Zhang Chi.

"Mr. Zhang, are you unwell?"

Zhang Chi laughed dryly and yawned: "It's nothing, I'm still a little sleepy."

The man lowered his brows, met his vigilant eyes, paused for a few seconds before reaching out, grabbed the top of his quilt, and covered his shoulders.

Zhang Chi's tense body relaxed slightly, and he secretly cursed a few words in his heart.

The man nodded slightly and walked out directly.

"Fuck." Zhang Chi put his arm on his forehead, panting slightly.He bit his lip and looked at the clock on the wall.

He took the shards and cut them off, brittle the rope.

Zhang Chi rubbed his wrist, and held the fragment in his hand, using it as a weapon when it was inconvenient.

Sure enough, he opened the door and saw the man leaning upright on the corridor pole.He had his cell phone in his hand, but he didn't know who to call.

Zhang Chi's heart sank and he looked at him coldly.