Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Her eyes, which were used to darkness, were suddenly exposed to the glaring incandescent light. She squinted to block out the light.

When she got used to it, she saw that the iron cage closest to her held more than twenty people, both men and women, huddled in four corners in ragged clothes.

Like chickens huddling together for warmth, they don't know when the evil butcher's knife will be reached for them.

There are seven or eight such iron cages.

The gangster inside looked at Song Weiyu's extraordinary temperament and dress, and asked: "Second brother, who is this girl? She is quite charming..."

As he said this, he reached out to grab Song Weiyu's chest.

"She is the one Mr. Han wants."

The obscene hand paused in the air, and then he withdrew it awkwardly, "Then how should we treat it? Should we keep it locked up normally, take it out for a walk when there is a show, or..."

Lin Hu pursed his lips and shook his head, scratching his hair in embarrassment, "Don't touch her first, and don't let her get seriously injured."

"to make!"

This is good, although the conditions are tough and there is no dignity in being locked in a cage like a dog, but at least I can protect myself. Song Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief for the time being and began to look at the iron cage she was about to move into.

A woman's sharp voice suddenly echoed in the empty basement, which sounded familiar.

"Lin Hu, why are you so kind to her? How come you are also fascinated by this enchantress?"

A person slowly walked out of the darkness where the incandescent light could not reach, and Song Weiyu looked in the direction of the voice.

It was Zhao Han?

She hasn't been around Fu Haitang recently. Did she come to Jingbei?

But why did she come to Jingbei? Was it because she couldn't take down Fu Haitang and wanted to change her target?

"Second sister-in-law!" A group of gangsters nodded at her.

This address made Song Weiyu immediately understand that she was following Lin Hu.

But there is a huge gap between Fu Haitang and Lin Hu, how could she agree?

As Zhao Han walked in front of her, she could see clearly that Zhao Han had lost a lot of weight in just a dozen days. Although she was wearing foundation and heavy makeup, she couldn't hide her haggard state...

The whole person exudes a strange aura of decay.

"What are you looking at!"

With a slap, Zhao Han slapped Song Weiyu hard on the face, causing her to stagger and stand still.

The force was so strong that she had tinnitus in her ears and even lost hearing in her left ear for a few seconds. By the time she came to her senses, the entire left side of her face was numb and swollen.

How long has it been since you were beaten?

It seemed that the last time she was slapped was by her mother-in-law.

"You dare to hit me?" Song Weiyu subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to hit back.

But before she could make a move, Lin Hu kicked her several meters away. She rolled on the ground twice before stopping, and then she felt a pain as if her waist was broken.

When she was lying on the ground in so much pain that it was difficult for her to breathe, she remembered that Fu Haitang always pinched her waist and said it was too thin and soft, and it would break if she exerted too much force.

"Haha, Song Weiyu, who do you think you are? Do you think Fu Haitang will still care about you? If he still cares about you, why would he let you be arrested and brought to Jingbei?"

Zhao Han's face was full of sarcasm but she couldn't hide her anger. She slowly walked to Song Weiyu's side, looking down at him from above.

The extremely thin high heels stepped on Song Weiyu's back, and she gradually exerted force with her feet, pressing the gap between Song Weiyu and the ground.

Every time Song Weiyu exhaled from his chest, she pressed down a little, so there was exhalation but no inhalation.

When the pressure could no longer be applied, Zhao Han slightly released the force on the forefoot and put all the strength on the extremely thin heels.

"Ugh..." Song Weiyu's delicate nails dug into the ground, her tender cheeks pressed against the dirty concrete floor. She looked embarrassed and couldn't help groaning in pain.

Seeing that the heel was about to pierce between the two ribs, Lin Hu picked up Zhao Han and stepped back: "No, don't get her seriously injured. After all, she is the biological mother of those young masters of the Fu family."

"What are you afraid of!" Zhao Han pushed him away impatiently, "My cousin will be back home soon! She will die sooner or later!"

"Master Han really wants to kill her?"

Lin Hu showed the greatest tolerance to Zhao Han because she was Han Guanshan's cousin, but he and Lin Yu were not 100% sure why Han Guanshan went to so much trouble to get a woman. Did he really just want her to die?

Zhao Han sneered, "Of course, there's not a day that my cousin doesn't want to kill her with his own hands. Do you know why?"

She looked at the woman curled up on the ground in pain with the same eyes as if she were a stray dog.

He paced back and forth leisurely, acting like a master.

Everyone shook their heads and stared at her for the inside scoop.

"Because she almost killed my cousin. The long scar on my cousin's neck was left by this woman!"

So that's how it is. Lin Hu suddenly understood and nodded, "So, after Master Han comes back, Song Weiyu will definitely die."

"Second brother, why don't we hide it from eldest brother and dump her on the third floor tonight, make a small fortune and test the waters... If eldest brother doesn't find out, tomorrow night, we'll dump her in the zoo on the fourth floor... hehehe."

The obscene and piercing laughter was like an anesthetic nailed into every pore. She lost her sense of pain and her whole body slowly became numb.

She shook her head in protest, enduring the severe pain in her body and trying to shrink back. If she went to the third floor, she might not be a complete person when she came out.

Because the gambling chips on the third floor are not money.

But human body parts.