Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Chapter30

Although it was the cold weather in November, Zhong Yisheng's forehead was covered with sweat, until the trembling deep in his muscles was transmitted to his fingertips. He looked up and saw Kim's back twitched violently, and Sa Kun immediately stepped forward a few times. Step firmly supported his body that was about to fall.

"Brother Sheng!"

At this time, Kim, who had been striding forward, realized that something was wrong with him.

"What happened to him?" Seeing Zhong Yisheng's pale face, Kim was also shocked.

Sa Kun didn't have time to pay attention to him, and immediately helped Zhong Yisheng to a remote alley, and the three of them ignored the unfamiliar footsteps behind them in their haste.

"I've looked, and there's no one around."

Hearing Sa Kun's affirmative answer, Zhong Yisheng tremblingly took out a syringe from his pocket, pulled out the plastic cover on the needle, and the slender needle tube shone with a cold light.

Kim couldn't help but stop: "What are you doing!"

Sa Kun ran over to stop him: "Don't get in the way."

Kim, who seemed to understand a little bit, still couldn't believe the part he was guessing in his heart, until Zhong Yisheng rolled up his sleeves, and the blood vessels that were hardened by the overdose injection on his arm were completely exposed to the air, he had to To acknowledge this fact.

Zhong Yisheng was taking drugs, not in small doses, but to the point where he needed to be injected. Kim watched as he expertly pinpointed the location of the blood vessel and inserted the long, thin needle into it.

It is self-evident that drugs can destroy a person, and a strong person will also become vulnerable due to the erosion of drugs. From buying to joining the sales team because he lost all his wealth, it is often not enough. It is three or two years.Living a dark life, enduring the torment of drug addiction every day, having no future, no hope, as one of the leading leaders of the drug trade in Southeast Asia, Zhong Yisheng should understand these truths better than anyone else, but why did he let himself become drug slave.

Sudden confusion took hold of all his thoughts.

The sneaky figure in the shadow just poked his head out and seemed to be also frightened by what he saw, and forgot to hide for a while, Sa Kun immediately found him: "Who is there!"

The man who had nowhere to hide and was afraid had no choice but to pick up a broken glass wine bottle from the debris pile at his feet, counting the footsteps anxiously, and when Sakun approached, he slammed the bottle on him fiercely past.

Sa Kun subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and the sharp glass pierced into his arm, and the bright red blood flowed down. After blocking it for a while, Sa Kun pressed the thin man against the wall with his backhand and said sharply: "Say, who sent you here?"

The panic of imminent disaster weighed on him, and the man was sweating coldly: "I, I won't dare next time."

At this time, Zhong Yisheng had already stood up with his support against the wall. He couldn't see the slightest embarrassment just now. He looked at the man carefully and said, "You were the one brought by Kangle just now, and he asked you to come?"

That person was immediately pointed out by Zhong Yisheng, and he became even more nervous: "No, it's not."

Zhong Yisheng didn't get angry, he just asked, "Did you see it just now?"

"No, no, I didn't see anything." What he saw just now made him want to gouge out his own eyeballs. How could he dare to admit that he might not be able to walk out of this alley alive today.

"Very well, since you don't have the guts to go out and talk nonsense, then I'll let you go today. Go back and tell Uncle Quan, let him take care of his dogs, and it won't be so easy to say next time he commits a crime under my nose." Something happened."

Sa Kun let go, and the man fell to the ground with limp limbs. He looked at Zhong Yisheng from the corner of his heart with guilt, and suddenly realized that he ran out of the alley scrambling.

"Sa Kun, send a car to pick us up." When the man ran away, Zhong Yi struggled to support his body, his forehead was still dripping with cold sweat, and looked back at Kim standing in the corner, wanting to say sorry to him, but unexpectedly he He turned his head away unnaturally, so he gave up.

Kim's eyes fell on the arm in Sa Kun's hand, and he knew it was painful at a glance, but the injured person only paid attention to Zhong Yisheng's face, and completely forgot about his wound.He felt that the master and servant were really a good match, and they were all fools asking for trouble.