Send a letter

Hearing the knock on the door, Zhang Yu immediately got up and went to the door, quietly opening the door.

Outside, the lights had been turned to the darkest, and people twisted their bodies frantically and danced to the music.

Outside Zhang Yu's private room, Fat had arranged for many people to stand near the door to protect Zhang Yu from leaving.

"The boss is already waiting for you at the back door, come with me."

The young man with a dreadlocked braid guarding the door saw Zhang Yu coming out and greeted him and said in a low voice.

Zhang Yu followed the young man with the dreadlocks to the back door. Fat had already sat in his white sedan and waited for Zhang Yu.

"Let's go, speed faster. I'll send you back after finishing the business."

"good."

Zhang Yu was sitting in the back of the car, and the young man with dreadlocks sat in the co-pilot, and the group drove away from the Dream Bar.

As soon as he entered the warehouse, Zhang Yu heard a cry like a ghost crying.

"What's this sound?

You have wolves?"

Hearing the crying, Zhang Yu frowned and asked Fat beside him.

"It's not a wolf, it's Mott."

Fat seemed to have gotten used to the crying and said with a wry smile.

“Since yesterday he has been like this.

Alas, if he doesn't let him see his family, he will torture us like this."

"Okay, I'll go see him."

After saying that, Zhang Yu followed Fat to the room where Mot was detained.

In the room, Mot was sitting on the bed, covering his face and crying like a child.

The guard on the other side covered his ears helplessly and looked at Mot who was crying on the bed.

"You go out first."

"yes."

Hearing Fat's words, the guard nodded like an amnesty, and quickly got up and left the room.

"Hello!"

Zhang Yu took a chair and sat opposite Mot and shouted to him.

But Mott was still sitting on the bed crying as if he couldn't hear someone else's voice.

If you continue to listen to this cry, it will also be a torture for others.

"Hello!"

Zhang Yu almost couldn't help Mot's crying. He took a deep breath and slapped Mot's leg hard.

Mot, who was photographed, stopped crying for a while, looked up at Zhang Yu with tears in his eyes.

When Mott saw clearly that the person sitting in front of him was Zhang Yu, he seemed to have seen a savior and quickly crawled towards Zhang Yu for a few steps, almost all his face pressing against Zhang Yu's face.

"Please, please let me meet my family."

"Get away!"

Because the distance was too close, the spit that Mott brought out when he spoke splashed Zhang Yu's face.

Zhang Yu pushed Mot away and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Please, please let me meet my family."

Mot, who was pushed away, kowtowed to Zhang Yu repeatedly, begging while kowtowing.

"Please, let me see my family. I will tell you what you want to know."

"oh?"

Hearing Mot's words, Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Tell me what you know first, and I'll let you go back to see your family. How about it?"

"No, you have to let me meet my family first, and then I will tell you the information I know."

Although Mot had been crying before and his mental state was on the verge of collapse, he was not stupid yet and knew how to leave a way out for himself.

"This guy...is all like this, he can still tell it so clearly."

Hearing Mot's words, Zhang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Mot deeply.

He could neither agree to his words nor to his words.

If you don’t agree to his words, this warehouse will probably linger with crying like a wolf howl every day. Over time, it will inevitably lead others to come.

But if he was asked to meet his family, if he took the opportunity to escape, it would be troublesome, so he could not meet.

After much thought, Zhang Yu thought of a way to have the best of both worlds.

"Fat, get him a pen and a few pieces of paper."

"good."

After hearing Zhang Yu's words, Fat didn't ask any more questions and went to make arrangements as Zhang Yu said.

"Mott, you have to know that I will definitely not let you meet your family.

but.

”

Halfway through his words, Zhang Yu said lightly when he saw Mot who was about to cry again.

“I can ask you to write to your family.

I'll tell you first, I want to check the content of the letter.

After sending the letter, you honestly tell us the information you know."

"well."

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Mot said to Zhang Yu with a smile like a child.

Soon, Fat took the pen and paper in and put it in front of Mot.

"Write it, and I'll write it to me."

So Mott lay on the bed and wrote a letter. As he was writing, Mott's face showed a child-like crazy smile.

It's like a mental illness.

Soon, Mot had already written the letter and handed it to Zhang Yu with both hands, and instructed him with concern.

"Trust the letter to you, you must give it to my family."

The tone of speaking was like the tone of the child speaking to his father.

"Okay, I will definitely hand the letter to your family.

You have to be obedient here and eat on time every day.”

Zhang Yu held back his smile and said to Mot in the tone of his old father.

After coming out of the room, Zhang Yu opened the letter that Mote had written and checked it.

After confirming that there was no problem, Zhang Yu handed the letter to Fat on the side and said.

"There is no problem with the letter, please send it to Mot's house."

"good."

After receiving the letter, Fat agreed and waved to the young man with dreadlocks, asking him to deliver the letter.

Seeing the young man with a dreadlocked letter leaving, Zhang Yu was worried at this time. For a moment, this made Zhang Yu raise his eyebrows.

I always felt that something was about to happen, and for a moment, this made Zhang Yu's face condense.

"Get me a pistol and I'll follow me and take a look."

"What, is there any problem?"

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Fat asked in confusion.

"I feel something is going to happen, I'll follow me and check it out."

After saying that, Zhang Yu put his pistol behind his waist, left the warehouse, and drove behind the dreaded youth car.

There was no problem along the way, and the young man with a dreadlocked car kept driving in front of Zhang Yu.

Did you feel wrong?

It's impossible, I never had any problems with my feelings.
To be continued...