The damp room exudes a musty smell, there is a thick layer of dust on the ground, and the walls are drooping with large posters of yellowed female stars and football superstars.

The corners are still covered with spider webs. Several desks lack arms and legs, and some of the desks have collapsed. On one chair, Wang Cong was tied up, his head drooping in a coma.

This guy was frightened and fainted after being dragged out of the game club by Tang Xiaochuan. After more than ten minutes, he did not wake up. Tang Xiaochuan had to get him into an exhausted factory office.

Surprisingly, there is still electricity in the office of this plant.

Tang Xiaochuan shook his head against Brother Zhan: "Get some water and splash him awake!"

Brother Zhan turned and went out. Within a few minutes, he brought a basin of cold water and splashed it on Wang Cong's body. With a crash, the cold water rushed on Wang Cong's body.

He panted with big mouths, watching around, his eyes moving back and forth on Tang Xiaochuan, Brother Zhan, and Brother Wu, "Who are you, who are you? Why do you want to **** me?"

Tang Xiaochuan took a rusty steel pipe, waved it and smashed it over, hitting Wang Cong's left arm, causing the bone of his left arm to click, and then Wang Cong let out a scream: "Ah—"

After Wang Cong fully realized the pain of broken muscles and broken bones, Tang Xiaochuan leaned in front of him: "Aren't you very good? Are you crazy? All day long on the Internet, and today I will talk about this, tomorrow I will talk about that, and today I will reveal it. This person’s shortness will burst that person’s material tomorrow, aren’t you very capable? Huh?

After speaking, another iron rod slammed down, and with another click, Wang Cong's right arm was also broken.

"Ah-damn you, who is it? You are a dog, I tell you, today you can't kill me. When I go out, I must find you and kill you. A tortoise grandson!" Wang Cong's young master stepped up fiercely, and while participating in pain, he did not forget to say something cruel.

Tang Xiaochuan showed an exaggerated expression of fear and fear, "Ah, are you going to kill me? I'm so scared, can't you kill me?"

After speaking, he stepped back and waved to Brother Zhan and Brother Wu, "Come on, brothers, pull a table over and put our Young Master Cong on the tiger bench!"

Brother Zhan pushed a broken desk to the window and asked Wang Cong to untie it, but then forced him to sit on the desk with his back against the window, his legs straightened, his arms behind his back, and he was tied to the window guardrail. on.

His shoes were taken off, his socks were also taken off, and his bare feet were laid on the table top. Tang Xiaochuan didn't know where he got the two bird feathers. He took the two bird feathers and tickled the bottom of Wang Cong's bare feet.

"Ah-oh-oh-hahaha...grass, don't scratch, grass... I said you..." Wang Cong was sour and sour when he was scratched Called scolding.

For people like Wang Cong who are naturally extremely ticklish, tickling with bird feathers is simply an extremely painful torture. In just a few minutes, Wang Cong has been struggling in **** for centuries, waiting for Tang Xiaochuan When he stopped, he was already sweating profusely, his clothes were all soaked, his body was also collapsed, his physical strength was at its limit, and his whole body became weak.

Tang Xiaochuan asked, "Boy, is your mouth so cheap? Huh? Your kid is not only blindfolded on the Internet, exposing people's privacy, you still have no morals, play with this Internet celebrity today, Tomorrow, I will hold that female star again, and the day after tomorrow I don’t know which female model I will be with. You have a character problem!"

Wang Cong said weakly, "It’s your ass? Lao Tzu's people are not too bad. Those people who were exposed by Lao Tzu's irritation are not good birds. Those women who play with Lao Tzu are voluntary, Lao Tzu. Without forcing them, even if they broke up, it's a good deal. Where did you he come out to be nosy? Did I offend you?"

"Of course I've offended him, or how could Lao Tzu get you over?"

"You said, where did Lao Tzu offend you? When did Lao Tzu not remember?" Wang Cong shouted.

Tang Xiaochuan picked up the iron rod and knocked it on Wang Cong's left calf shin. The pain caused him to scream for ten seconds before stopping.

"Let you have a mean mouth, and call yourself Laozi, uncle, I have to fix your stinky problem today, so that you kid know that I'm an expert in dealing with stinky problems, uncle!"

Tang Xiaochuan said hello to Brother Zhan and Brother Wu: "Come on, brothers bring a few bricks and let our uncle Wang taste the tiger stool!"

The two immediately turned around to move the bricks, and soon a dozen or twenty bricks were brought in. Wang Cong’s thighs were tied and fixed on the table by ropes, and both feet were lifted up, and they were padded with bricks, bumping their heads one by one. .

At first, Wang Cong didn't feel much, but when he added the third piece, his knee couldn't stand it, and the severe pain stimulated his nerves.

In his painful cry, Tang Xiaochuan asked Brother Zhan to add two more bricks.

Wang Cong was so painful that he couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted: "Ah-fucking, you, I'm not playing anymore, fucking, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

Tang Xiaochuan laughed more and more: "Hahaha...you are really a word, absolutely!"

If possible, Wang Cong vowed that he would never want to experience such painful torture again in his life. At this moment, he deeply understands the suffering experienced by the revolutionary ancestors after being caught by the enemy in that era. The enemy will only be better than the unrecognized one before him. People are more cruel, and their methods are more cruel.

After adding a brick again, Wang Cong passed out very simply.

"Hey, really casual!" Tang Xiaochuan sighed.

Brother Zhan asked, "Sir, what to do with him?"

Tang Xiaochuan thought for a while, "In this way, you tie him to a conspicuous place with a lot of traffic, let people come to visit after dawn, and notify some paparazzi with no lower limit to take pictures of him!"

"understood!"

The sky was getting brighter, after the cleaners cleaned it, the sprinkler ran again, the number of cars on the street gradually increased, and the number of passers-by on the sidewalk on the street also increased.

At this time, a car drove over and stopped downstairs in the game club. A Yuji wearing glasses was wearing a vest and quickly got out of the car with a camera. He turned his head and looked, and stopped on the second floor of the game club. Glass exterior wall.

Yu Huanxi saw a person tied to the outer wall of the second floor of the game club, and that person’s appearance really seemed to be Wang Cong who likes to smash people on the Internet, likes some stars, and likes to change girlfriends frequently. .

"Fucking, fucking, it's really him. Someone who is not well-known broke the news that it turned out to be true. Headlines, I must get the headlines!" Yu Huanxi smiled, and he immediately used the camera to give the person who was still in a coma. Wang Cong took crazy pictures.

After taking more than a dozen photos of Wang Cong’s drowsiness, Yu Huanxi was not satisfied. He stood downstairs in the building and shouted, “Hey, Wang Cong, Wang Dashao, Cong Master, wake up, wake up, wake up soon. !"

Downstairs, some pedestrians passing by and those about to go to work heard Yu Huanxi’s shouts and turned their heads. When they noticed that Yu Huanxi was raising his head and shouting upstairs in the game club, they all looked up to the outside of the glass on the second floor of the game club. Look over the wall.

"Yeah, there is a person tied to the outer wall of the second floor!" a pedestrian yelled.

"It seems to be Wang Cong!"

"What seems to be Wang Cong, I said, why is he? How could he be tied to the glass wall of his game club?"

"Does this still have to be guessed? It must be because he has offended people. Many people have long seen him uncomfortable. Now someone has finally attacked him!"

"Now there is a good show to watch!"

The eating melons gathered downstairs talked a lot. The pedestrians passing by and the employees who had just come to work from the nearby store ran over one by one. For a while, the game club became noisy downstairs, and people talked louder, all kinds of things. People's guesses have been said.

After a while, dozens of hundreds of people gathered downstairs, and another Yuji paparazzi who received the news also rushed over one after another, and they took pictures crazy one after another.

Amid the noise downstairs, Wang Cong, who was unconscious, finally woke up. He shook his head, which was still a little dizzy. When he realized that he was actually in the air and tied to the outer wall of the building, the downstairs had already gathered. When there was a large crowd, he suddenly shouted: "Ah, what's the matter, why am I here?"

"Help, save me now, what are you still standing downstairs to drive, save me, have your consciences been eaten by dogs? Is there any morality?"

"Ah-fuck, fuck, ah, I want to go home, ah — fuck, fuck, I want to go home, I want to go home..."

The people downstairs were stupid, and burst out laughing one by one.

Some people couldn't laugh, and squatted on the ground holding their stomachs, while more people jumped for joy by the shouts of Wang Cong just now.

The fire truck quickly roared in. The firefighters drove the car downstairs and extended the rescue ladder. One team member tied a safety rope and climbed up the rescue ladder. In addition, several firefighters ran into the building and came to the second floor. Climbed out of the window, tied a safety rope to the window, and then threw the rope to the firefighter on the rescue ladder. The firefighter tied the rope to Wang Cong and then untied the rope that Wang Cong was bound to.

Wang Cong was finally rescued under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes. At this moment, he was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and his skin and tender flesh were drawn with deep blood marks on his body.

"Cong Shao!" Several bodyguards hurried over. They woke up shortly after being knocked out last night.

Later, they called the police, and the police searched for them all night. They didn’t find them. It was only when they received the call that they found out that Wang Cong was tied to the outer wall of his game club. At that time, many people came in and out, but no one was there. I noticed that there was a person tied to the outer wall of the second floor.

A windbreaker was draped on Wang Cong's body. At this time, Wang Cong was extremely embarrassed, haggard and panicked. He was even more afraid of flashing lights and onlookers. He raised his arm to block his eyes and got into a car under the **** of bodyguards. .