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"Is this the little loser from the Song family?"

"That's him. The old fox finally let him out today. It's worth it that we've been waiting for him for so long."

"What a pity! The old man was so smart his whole life, but in the end he was defeated by his own son."

"But that old fox is so cunning. Will he really cooperate with us just for his son? That would be treasonous!"

"Human nature is to pursue profit. Wouldn't it be better to add a little more profit? Anyway, the person is in our hands, and it's the Song family who should be worried."

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When Song Yan regained consciousness, he heard a series of gurgling sounds in his ears. One voice was steady, and the other was a little younger.

The two seemed to be talking, but they were speaking a language Song Yan couldn't understand, so they must be foreigners.

Unlike Mo Heng, Song Yan is a playboy, 100% pure-blooded, without any adulteration.

So, let alone foreign languages, Song Yan might not even know the knowledge learned in school.

Song Yan didn't understand a single word the two people who kidnapped him said, so naturally he didn't know why they kidnapped him.

"What are you doing? Do you know who my father is?" As soon as Song Yan opened his eyes and saw that he was tied up, he couldn't help but start cursing. He kept saying it for several minutes, and every sentence was different.

While telling the two foreigners in front of him that he was of noble status, he also warned them that if anything happened to him, they would suffer the consequences.

"What is he saying?" Unfortunately, the foreigner on the other side also had only a vague understanding of Chinese.

The younger one knew a little Chinese. He heard some Chinese words like "you," "me," and "mom," and looking at Song Yan's angry expression, he guessed, "Maybe he's threatening us?"

The national quintessence is indeed used throughout the country, and the kidnappers were not wrong.

"F**K!" The bearded foreigner couldn't help but kick Song Yan.

"Cough! Cough cough..." Song Yan was kicked in the abdomen. He felt that the food he had eaten at noon was about to be kicked out. He wanted to scream in pain, but when he was about to scream, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth again, blocking his whimpering.

There was suddenly some noise outside the church, and the sound of military boots rubbing against each other could be heard. It seemed that the Song family had already found Mo Heng and wanted to find their son.

"When will the people from above arrive? Will the Song family find this place?"

"It can't be Mo Heng's men. We left a note for that old fox. If this gets to a third person, his son will be dead." After saying this, the elder man gave Song Yan, who was tied to the ground, a sinister look and said, "No one can save him."

The church is tall and big, but today is a day off and no believers come to pray.

The dim lights always remind people of the past, and the solemn sculptures make people feel their own insignificance.

Foreigners always like to say one thing and do another.

In the last second, they took the lives of one person after another without any scruples.

The next second, they would kneel before the statue of Christ with a look of repentance on their faces, confessing their sins over and over again.

Will they repent?

Maybe.

However, the thrill they felt when they fired the gun was real.

Their confession is also genuine.

Older foreigners left their hometowns later and have deeper feelings for their homeland.

Looking at the familiar sculpture, the elder closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and prayed to the statue.

He was asking the gods to forgive the sins he had committed today.

The younger one was inspired by his companions' behavior and started praying as well.

It was probably just a routine military inspection outside the church, but it gradually became quiet after a few minutes, extinguishing Song Yan's hope.

Although I don’t know what these foreigners want to do to me, it’s definitely not a good thing.

Song Yan's years of indulgence in alcohol and sex have already drained his body. It is a pipe dream for him to want to break free from the ropes on his hands.

"The church is closed today, why are you here?"

Time passed minute by minute, but the person who was supposed to meet him didn't show up, but an intruder came.

The visitor was wearing a white shirt and spoke fluent French.

The only light source in the church is the sunlight shining through the stained glass on the top of the church.

The newcomer stood in the shadows, preventing the two from seeing his face.

However, this gentleman spoke their native language. The familiar native language made the two of them feel somewhat familiar, and unconsciously lowered their guard.

The other party is his fellow villager, they are on the same front with him, so there is no need to be on guard.

"We are waiting for someone, so we borrowed this place for a while. We won't disturb the gods' rest."

"Really? That's good."

The person who came seemed to be a young man with a pleasant voice and a slender figure. He should be a handsome person.

The two kidnappers thought for a while but could not find such a fellow tribesman in their memory, so they thought the other party was a newcomer who had just arrived in the concession.

Otherwise, why would the other party come here when the church is closed?

"Da, da, da." The other person was wearing leather shoes and was well-dressed.

The visitor came closer, and the sunlight above his head was golden, or maybe not, shining on his hair and illuminating his face.

He was like a compassionate god in mythology who came to the mortal world.

It’s a pity that the god has black eyes.

The other person is Chinese.

The kidnappers were shocked.

“Dang!” “Bang!”

The two voices overlapped.

Smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun and a figure fell to the ground.

His blue eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and there was a big bloody hole in his head, but he didn't have a chance to deal with it.

he died.

The older man's hands were on his waist, his movements stiff.

He knew that if he took out a gun like his companions, there would be a hole like this on his head in the next second.

The newcomer finally stepped fully into the sunlight. His face was beautiful, and even though they were of different races, the older man was moved by his beauty.

What beautiful eyes, and what a beautiful face.

She is a beautiful Chinese and also a famous Chinese.

Mo Heng's rumored boyfriend - Chu Yun.

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon.

The bell in the bell tower rang three times and then stopped.

Chu Jun tilted his head slightly, as if feeling a little regretful. The next time he fired a shot, there would be no bell sound to cover him up. What should he do?

But before dealing with the other one, Chu Jun walked forward and wanted to check if the unlucky guy lying under the statue was okay.

The older man just watched the young man walk past him. The wind carried the smell of gunpowder and the fragrance of some flowers.

However, the older man no longer had the energy to distinguish, because when the young man walked towards the higher place, he had his back to him at that moment.

He wanted to shoot. If he didn't, he would be the one to die.

"Click." Someone moved faster.

The young man was already standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at him.

The muzzle of the gun was only a few steps away from him, yet the older man felt it was right before his eyes.

He looked past the muzzle of the gun at the man holding it.

They were clearly a pair of black eyes, yet they seemed to contain everything in the world. He saw all the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness of mankind, yet it seemed as if he had never truly seen them.

Behind the god was the solemn statue. The elder man felt that he had betrayed his faith at this moment and he wanted to kneel at the feet of this young man.