The wound on his head was exploding with blood flowing down from his forehead. The man only let out a muffled groan without even flinching.
Xue Baotian raised his eyebrows contentedly, walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
A vicious smile was hidden in the swirling smoke: "You are a man, please hold on, and don't be a wimp later."
The flowing blood blurred one of the man's eyes. His brows knitted together as he asked in a deep voice, "What are you going to do?"
Xue Baotian glanced at the henchmen standing behind him, a little impatient: "Hasn't anyone arrived yet?"
"Here we are, waiting outside."
The corners of his lips raised: "Then come in."
The door of the villa opened again, and this time, along with the mountain breeze, came a few women with fluttering skirts. In the very cold weather, their white thighs and breasts were exposed, and the incandescent light flickered, revealing turbulent breasts.
The heavily made-up women lined up. Xue Baotian glanced at them and said with a sigh, "How did you choose them? Didn't I make it clear on the phone?"
The henchmen behind him quickly leaned forward and explained, "We found these women from three nightclubs. They are really the oldest and ugliest."
Young Master Xue pouted: "Fuck, are nightclubs doing business so conscientiously now? Or are old and ugly women not allowed to fall into trouble?"
He waved his hand helplessly: "That's it, bring the money over."
Ten stacks of banknotes were neatly arranged, and Xue Baotian was wearing high-end leather shoes with his legs crossed.
He used his eyes to guide the women to look at Zhang Chi who was half lying on the ground: "As long as you serve him well today, the money will be yours."
The women looked at each other, and one of them, whose face looked as if covered in white ash, asked, "We have five of us to serve him?"
Xue Baotian raised his eyebrows in agreement.
The woman, who had been hanging around in the entertainment industry for many years and was not very good-looking, was used to seeing dirty and filthy things, but this was the first time she had seen such a scene, so she couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.
Xue Baotian sneered, gave a look to the minions, and the cash on the table doubled.
If you have money and don't make it, you're a bastard. The women were getting restless again, and their eyes under their stiff and heavy eyelashes were directed at Zhang Chi's body.
Xue Baotian extinguished his cigarette with a smug look on his face, and ordered his men: "Take it off, show it off, and let the girls see it."
In a word, the pure black boxer briefs attracted everyone's attention, and the area was stretched bulging, which was quite impressive even when dormant.
Everyone in the room had different expressions, only Xue Baotian suddenly felt pain in his butt.
Suddenly he became angry: "What are you waiting for? I'll let you strip him naked!"
"Two hundred yuan, what do you mean?" Zhang Chi straightened his back slowly and stared at the vicious and vicious man on the sofa.
The two hundred yuan was Xue Baotian's Achilles' heel, and it would explode if touched. He jumped up instantly as if he had touched an electric switch, picked up the bloody ashtray and rushed over again.
"Fuck you, I can't beat you up, right? If you call me two hundred bucks again, I will..."
The harsh words suddenly stopped and Zhang Chi stood up.
The man's hands were still tied behind his back, which further highlighted his muscular chest muscles. Without the cover of clothes, his bulging muscles caught the eye directly. The lines on his arms and legs were wild and as solid as reinforced concrete.
"What will you do if you yell 200 yuan again?" The man's face was half buried in blood. His expression suddenly became extremely cold and sinister. His lips parted, pulling dark red blood, and he uttered lightly, "200 yuan."
The women stepped back in fear.
The ashtray held in the air fell down.
Xue Baotian's momentum suddenly weakened. He recalled that unbearable evening. After he had been cursing for ten minutes, the man finally got angry and said the words that still frightened him to this day: "If you fuck this and that again, I will fuck you again."
Now, Xue Baotian finally understood that Zhang Chi was not a bad-tempered person. On the contrary, he was quite reasonable. But if he was pushed too far, the hostility in his bones would burst out and he would not be a good person either.
But, this is his own territory, with five or six hired "bodyguards" around him, so what is there to be afraid of him!
He tilted his head and shouted, "You guys are fucking dead, do you need to drink some Pulse first to get into the mood? Pin him down and strip him naked!"
"You!" He pointed at the woman with white ash on her face, "Come here, get on him!"
Women in the entertainment industry are good at observing the situation. The pale, sturdy and tall man is definitely not someone who will be bullied. She glanced at the money on the table and showed a regretful look: "Boss, I don't feel well today. I'm afraid I can't do this business. I'll go back first."
Before he finished speaking, the other women also rushed to find various excuses to leave.
Looking at the backs of the women fleeing in panic, Xue Baotian cursed: "Fuck, do you have any professional ethics? It's already one o'clock in the middle of the night, and you still have to go home to help your children with their homework? Are you an owl?!"
The door of the villa slowly closed. Xue Baotian was filled with rage but had nowhere to vent it. He turned around with a stern look, expecting to see Zhang Chi being captured, but...
He subconsciously took a step back: "What does this mean?"
At this time, no one was captured in the hall, and everyone stood up, including Zhang Chi.
"Boss Xue," one of the bodyguards said, "We accepted your business, but you only said that we would kidnap someone, beat him up, and then let him go. Now we have kidnapped and beaten him, but there is no rape in the contract we signed."
"You guys are a Heiser organization, and you signed a fucking contract. If anyone knows about it, it'll make people laugh. You just want more money, right? I have plenty of money."
"Boss Xue is straightforward, so just add this number." The man made a gesture.
Xue Baotian stared at Zhang Chi and said, "Are you guys robbing me for money? This amount is enough to kill him."
The man clicked his tongue and said with a smile, "Boss Xue, since we can't come to an agreement, we'll leave." He patted Zhang Chi on the shoulder and said, "Take care, buddy."
Zhang Chi nodded without saying anything more.
The few of them walked out leisurely as if they were strolling in a park, and before leaving, they did not forget to take away Xue Baotian's two minions.
It was not until everything was quiet that Xue Baotian finally reacted. He turned around blankly with the ashtray in his hand, with a question mark over his head: "What does this mean?"
The coarse hemp rope slipped from Zhang Chi's wrist, and the man walked towards the sofa. When he passed Xue Baotian on the way, he did not laugh at his shrinking.
The man took a few tissues and wiped the blood off his face. He sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs like Xue Baotian, and his white sneakers swayed slightly: "We know each other."
Xue Baotian suddenly raised his voice: "With whom? The kidnappers?"
Zhang Chi sighed: "They can't be considered kidnappers. They just take on some shady business, helping people to get revenge or vent their anger. They know their limits and won't cause any big trouble."
"So they took my money and turned around to play tricks on me?!"
"Not really." After making a fuss for half the night, Zhang Chi felt thirsty, so he unscrewed a bottle of water and drank half of it. He felt the taste was strange when he drank it, and frowned and looked at the label. "They only found out it was me when they robbed me. I also wanted to know who I had offended, so I followed them to see who it was. Who would have thought it was you? Two hundred yuan."
The man saw Xue Baotian's expression change, and he cooperated and gave a slightly apologetic expression: "What's your name? It's inconvenient to talk without a name."
Xue Baotian's teeth were about to grind: "You can call me grandpa, and I don't mind calling me ancestor."
Zhang Chi looked a little helpless, and continued, "I saw that it was you, and wanted to let you vent your anger, so I let you beat and scold me, but you... brought those women with you, which was a bit too much."
"Tit for tat, buddy, I'm paying you to have some fun with your woman today, where's that wrong?"
"I'm a pure gay. I can't do that."
"I'm a completely straight man, so I'm fine with that?!"
Zhang Chi restrained his momentum slightly and advised him kindly: "Why don't you think of a compromise? I can compensate you with anything I can."
"Except for the two ounces of flesh on your fucking body, even your bones are light. How can you compensate me for being so despicable? What are you going to use to compensate me?!"
As soon as the words came to his mind, Xue Baotian subconsciously looked at the flesh on Zhang Chi's body, but was horrified to find that the black inner garment was obviously much taller at this time.
Xue Baotian suddenly took a step back, horrified: "How the hell do you get angry anytime and anywhere?!"
Zhang Chi was also somewhat puzzled. He lowered his head to look at himself and murmured, "It's a bit hot, and a bit dry."
"You drank this?" Xue Baotian pointed at the half-empty bottle of water on the coffee table. "Who the hell told you to drink it?!"
"What's this?"
"… a drug that makes things clearer."
There was silence for a moment, the air suddenly became thin, and every breath Xue Baotian took was heavy and rough.
After a long while, Zhang Chi started to move again. He put his elbows on his knees, hooked the bottle with his long fingers, raised his narrow eyelids and asked, "Why did you prepare this?"
The voice was low and slow, and it caused a shudder when it fell into the ears of the person on the other side. For some reason, Xue Baotian suddenly felt that the kind and friendly Zhang Chi... was gone.
More blood oozed out of the wound, covering the man's face with a layer of blood-red haze. The chill in his eyes was direct and obvious. He asked himself and answered himself: "Is this prepared for me? I don't agree to do it with those women, so you feed me this?"
"Two hundred dollars. It turns out I just thought you had a bad temper. It turns out you are a rotten person at heart."
He stood up and moved closer to the cowering Xue Baotian step by step. The water bottle in his hand was exactly the same as the ashtray he had just shaken.
The man pushed Xue Baotian into a corner, grabbed him with his big hand, and pulled him in front of him. He looked into his panicked eyes and asked, "Two hundred yuan, the woman has left, what should I do now?"
Xue Baotian's body and voice were trembling: "I'll let them come back, no no no, I'll find you a man, any kind you want."
The man leaned forward and carefully looked at Xue Baotian again: "Don't bother anyone else, just you. It doesn't matter if it's ugly. Just close your eyes while I do it."
"Zhang Chi! Fuck you, if you dare to do that to me again, I will kill you!"
"It's not worth dying under a flower like yours." Zhang Chi's fingers suddenly grabbed Xue Baotian's jaw, and with five fingers he exerted force to separate the corners of his jaw. Half a bottle of water with added ingredients was forcefully poured into his mouth.
Men have unshakable power. Even though Xue Baotian struggled frantically, he eventually drank most of the water in the bottle. With a face full of water stains, he began to admit his weakness and surrender: "Zhang Chi, stop making trouble. I will never seek revenge on you again. Let's reach a settlement now. You go find a man and I go find a woman. Okay? I'll pay for it, and you can play however you want."
"It's too late." The man came closer, suddenly lifted Xue Baotian onto his shoulders, and walked towards the wide sofa. "I forgot to tell you that your face is average, but your butt is nice and meaty."
Pa, the sound of a slap on the buttocks was heard, along with a heart-wrenching cry of "Fuck your ancestors!"