Say it.

Dong Pengfei walked into the room and searched around, but couldn't find his son Dong Biao.

But on the sofa, I saw an unknown object with blood.

then.

Walk up and open it and take a look.

The cloth block was lifted.

Under the cloth, a piece of purple arms lie quietly, dripping with blood.

"hiss!"

Dong Pengfei was startled.

Then.

He shook his head and said something self-deprecatingly.

"This Dong Biao is not a prank, I want to scare myself!"

"But this prop really looks like it, almost the same as it is!"

Dong Pengfei never thought that his arm was real, "Hey! What a child who never grew up."

He took the tissue, picked up the broken arm and wanted to throw it into the trash can.

"I'm going, it's really the same as I'm really, there's still a little bit of warmth."

"Dong!"

The broken arm was thrown into the trash can, and he opened the cloth, half of which hung on the edge of the trash can.

He picked up the cloth with his hands.

"Um?"

"What is this? It seems like there is a note."

Dong Pengfei vaguely saw a note with handwriting and blood stained.

At first he didn't care.

But his intuition told him that the handwriting seemed familiar, but he just couldn't remember it.

Just straightforward.

Dong Pengfei pulled out the note.

Stand on the coffee table.

However, when the paper sticks are completely spread on the coffee table.

Two particularly eye-catching words.

It suddenly came into Dong Pengfei's eyes.

"No!"

"impossible!"

Dong Pengfei refused all over and shook his head.

Because, he saw his son's name.

The meaning on the note is very obvious. Dong Biao bets with someone and if he loses, he will take the initiative to cut off his arm.

This note should be a document made during the bet.

"No! Absolutely impossible!"

Dong Pengfei had no clue and was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

He immediately picked up his arm from the trash can.

There are no special birthmarks or scars on the whole arm.

Only there are thick cocoons on the fist.

Ordinary people do not need cocoons to appear in their fists.

People with calluses on their fists are most likely to be boxers or people who often punch.

A deep sense of anxiety spread in Dong Pengfei's heart.

Son's handwriting!

Very similar to the son's arm!

My son is gone and I don’t bring my phone with me!

His blood pressure soared, and his eyes turned dark, and he almost fell without warning.

Dong Pengfei clenched his fists tightly, and could no longer imagine it.

"Impossible! It's definitely not my son's."

"Son!" Dong Pengfei rushed out of the room and came to the hotel reception desk.

He yelled at the waiter like crazy, "Hurry up, I'm going to check the surveillance, my son is missing."

"hurry up!"

The front desk waiter was just a little girl. When she saw Dong Pengfei's bloody eyes and her crazy expression, she was scared in her heart.

"First...sir..."

"What are you talking about? Check the surveillance quickly. Why are the people in Room 888 missing?"

The waiter was afraid that Dong Pengfei would do excessive behavior and agreed, "Okay! Please wait."

The waiter turned on the monitoring of the corresponding floor and asked Dong Pengfei to check it out by himself.

soon.

Dong Pengfei saw a waiter knocking on his son's door. When his son came out, he knocked his son unconscious and finally took his son away.

What!

My son was captured!

So, is this broken arm really my son’s?

If it weren't for this video, he would still have a little thought in his heart.

After watching this video, he was almost certain that his son was kidnapped by a stranger and his arms were used to warn him.

However, in Hangzhou, there was no one else except offending the Bai Group.

Could it be that Mr. Mo who beat his son last time?

Neither should it be!

My son has been recuperating at home these two days and has not provoked him.

If the other party really wants to take action, why don’t he act on that day?

Dong Pengfei came to a conclusion through this analysis.

It was not Mr. Mo who captured his son, but someone else.

Could it be a member of the Bai Group?

I took action against them, so they asked their son to attack.

It seems that this logic works very well.

"Ding Dong!"

A strange number sent a text message.

The text message read: Your son is in my hands and wants to save his life. Stop your work, otherwise you will wake up tomorrow and see your son's body.

"boom!"

Dong Pengfei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he quickly dialed it, but the phone was turned off.

"Son! Son! Don't have anything to do."

I asked me to stop what I was doing. It seemed that the other party was from the Bai Group, otherwise I would not have done so!

Use my son's life to threaten me!

Damn it!

Without thinking, Dong Pengfei made two calls. The first one was to call the backbone, cancel the tomorrow's mission and let the villagers retreat.

The second call was to call people from the provincial capital and ask them to bring people to Hangzhou.

After the phone call.
Chapter completed!