On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

After Chi Mu left, Chen Qian was dragged back into the building by the bodyguard who was still able to stand.

Chi Mu, who had successfully escaped, hid behind a wall not far away and watched them leave quietly.

The side door leading to Chi's house was closed again. Chi Mu, who had stepped out of the house, withdrew his gaze and without hesitation, quickly flew up the mountain in the afterglow of the sun.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, with spots of light sometimes sparse and sometimes dense in the endless sky, indicating that tomorrow will also be a rare good day.

Chen Qian was covered in wounds and was thrown to the ground by two equally wounded bodyguards like garbage. The rough cement floor tore through the fabric and left traces of blood on the skin of his arms that he used for cushioning.

Cluck—cluck—cluck—

It was the dull sound of wood hitting the ground.

A pair of exquisitely crafted, high-quality leather shoes appeared in front of Chen Qian along with the sound of knocking.

"The young are truly formidable—" the old man's voice was filled with profound meaning. "One man can hold his own against five. His skill is truly admirable."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of hands reached out and grabbed Chen Qian's face, pressing down on his chin and the back of his head, forcing him to look up.

Chi Zheng looked down at him, his gloomy, unwarranted scrutiny and contempt making Chen Qian uncomfortable. He shook his head and struggled, but it was all in vain.

"Why did you want to be caught?" Chi Zheng asked.

There was no doubt in his expression, indicating that he had already made his own judgment. Asking Chen Qian one more question was just for confirmation.

Chen Qian gritted his teeth and said nothing. He stopped struggling and deliberately lowered his eyelids, glaring at Chi Zheng with an equally aggressive look.

"You want to send them away, right..." Chi Zheng was not expecting his answer, and he had already anticipated Chen Qian's uncooperative attitude.

Chen Qian was stunned when he heard this. Although it was only for a moment, he was caught by this old fox.

The corners of his mouth didn't curl up noticeably, but Chen Qian could clearly sense his relaxed and happy mood.

His cane scraped against the ground, making a small sound, then he lifted it up and dropped it again. Chi Zheng walked away, leaving only one instruction before he left: "In half an hour, I want to know who he sent away."

The space was briefly filled with neat "yes", and the respectful attitude of the crowd faded away along with the tail end of the words, and in the blink of an eye, they were replaced by hateful faces.

"Speak up earlier, it will be better for all of us." The man who was holding Chen Qian's face let go, and after seeing the red stain, he rubbed it twice on his black trousers.

"Let's start." Someone announced.

……

Chen Qian's injuries became even more serious. He fell on his back on a soft cushion whose original purpose was unknown, and tried to relieve the pain by reducing his movements.

As expected, the bodyguards didn't kill anyone, instead hitting them in places where they could cause unbearable pain but not death. This was undoubtedly very torturous.

But Chen Qian didn't know where he got the endurance from. He endured the beating for half an hour. Even though there was no good flesh on his body, he gritted his teeth and didn't even let out a groan.

He consoled himself in his heart that as long as he could endure until the end, everything would be fine. Then everyone would be free.

The room where he was re-imprisoned was very different from the damp basement he had been in. It was now very spacious and empty, with a warehouse-like design.

First of all, it is worth mentioning that there are windows here. After seeing the changes in the sky and distinguishing between day and night, Chen Qian finally regained his concept of time.

There was no unnecessary furnishings and one could see the head at a glance. The ceiling was very high and the windows were placed close to the ceiling, forming a long row along the wall.

In the huge warehouse, there was only Chen Qian, a lamp, and an unusually large cushion.

The people of the Chi family didn't seem to be worried that Chen Qian would escape. There were no chains or restraints, only two guards at the warehouse door.

Suddenly being alone for the first time in a long time, Chen Qian felt temporarily at ease.

He thought about how the leader of the bodyguards who was responsible for reporting back after half an hour last night had a look of displeasure and frustration on his face, and he couldn't help but let out a few dry laughs.

The laughter died down, but Chen Qian suddenly fell silent.

He felt that something was wrong and that he seemed to have a mental problem.

Is it because I haven't eaten in a long time? Nutritional fluids and the like really aren't suitable for normal people...

The sunlight moved freely in the warehouse. Where the beams of light fell in the air, dust floated and flowed slowly, as if waves were formed from the air.

Chen Qian raised his hand and waved it in the sunlight. The red blush on the back of his hand and finger bones due to excessive impact lingered for a long time, and in the light it looked like a layer of pink blush.

Just as Chen Qian was still in a daze, waiting.

The guards at the door suddenly made some noise. Chen Qian's ears were ringing, so he could hardly hear what they were saying. So he just lay there lazily and ignored them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the dim door suddenly lit up. Chen Qian turned his head to look and discovered that a new person had arrived in this empty "prison".

The backlight makes the scene at the door very ambiguous, and no details can be seen except for the blurry shadow.

Chen Qian was not concerned about the matter, so he naturally didn't care which innocent person was as miserable as himself. He didn't turn around and continued to play with the sunlight between his fingers.

The man was taken to a position about five or six meters away from Chen Qian, and was thrown to the ground by the two bodyguards. He was so limp that he looked like a rag.

The bodyguard had heard of Chen Qian's heroic deeds, including fighting one against five people and holding out for half an hour against a one-sided beating by seven or eight people.

I don’t know if it was out of fear or something else, but after leaving the man behind, he quickly left the warehouse without even leaving a glance.

Chen Qianyao looked at the half-dead new roommate and felt speechless.

While he was complaining in his mind about the unreliability of those black men, he struggled to get up from the cushion.

"Hiss——" Even such a simple action brought about unbearable pain in the tendons and muscles.

Chen Qian gritted his teeth and walked over while gasping for breath.

"How are you?" He patted the shoulder of his new roommate, who looked half dead.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although Chen Qian couldn't think of who else could appear here, he felt that he could at least help this buddy.

After all, it's autumn now, it's so cold to lie on the ground.