"He grabbed me, but I refused."

Chen Chong spread his hands and said bluntly. Li Xiang is impatient, and whining will lead to greater misunderstandings.

What's more, he really didn't think about leaving the food street. After all, there are a group of kind-hearted restaurant owners, a group of hard-core foodies who are heart-wrenching, and a firm guardian of you and me...

Who would be willing to abandon such things?

"Really?" Li Xiang was suspicious.

"Cooked!" Chen Chong rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, I believe Boss Chen." Fatty Li smiled and interrupted, "Let's go and find a cool place to rest for a while, and there will be a second round of competition later."

"Yes, my head is almost dizzy." Others followed suit and ended the embarrassing topic.

…

Due to the tight time, the group found a cafe with few individuals near the gymnasium to rest.

Each person ordered a glass of iced coffee and blew the air conditioner, which was indescribable to relax and comfortable.

"I guess Zhao Xiaokang must have vomited blood at that time." Everyone sat around the place closest to the air conditioner, and the speaker was Fatty Li.

In order to completely dispel their doubts, Chen Chong carefully explained the details of the conversation with Zhao Xiaokang on the way. Of course, this was not because he was afraid that Li Xiang and others would distrust it, but because Chen Chong himself did not want this trust to be mixed with a trace of impurities.

This is how people get along with each other. The closer they are, the more patient you need to explain. Otherwise, if you believe it or not, please do not matter to me.

"However, looking back at this moment, this may also be one of Zhao Xiaokang's goals, to distract us from the relationship." Qiu Tong said calmly: "If it were me, this kind of thing would obviously be appropriate to put it in a quiet environment."

"That's right." Zhou Charlie nodded.

"What a sinister villain." Hu Er's fat man clenched his fist and broke it.

"Don't care." Chen Chong raised his hand and pressed him down for a moment, "I'm thinking about what Zhao Xiaokang said now."

"What do you mean?" Li Xiang frowned.

"He said at the time that he was bound to win the food street." Chen Chong tapped the table with his fingers.

"Hmm? What's there to think about this? That guy Zhao Xiaokang has always hoped that our food street would be closed so that his food city would dominate." Fatty Li scratched his head.

"Yes." The others nodded, obviously not understanding why Chen Chong had to worry about such simple things.

"I'm sure I'll win the food street!" Chen Chong repeated the words just now, but was imitating Zhao Xiaokang's "ruthless" spirit at that time.

Fatty Li and others were completely confused now.

"Chen Chong, what do you want to say?" Li Xiang asked.

"I'm just thinking, the word 'responsible' always feels like it doesn't mean it." Chen Chong pursed his lips, "Usually, when using this word, he wants to have something, not destroy something."

"What do you mean is that Zhao Xiaokang wants to take the food street for himself? Or, annex?" Li Xiang reacted.

"This is just my guess." Chen Chong shook his head.

"If Zhao Xiaokang's real purpose is to annex the food street, it wouldn't it be like dividing the strength of the food city into two and rebuilding the second food street? But in this way, is it just picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon? Not to mention that both ends are not pleasing, it will also cost a huge price to create a new food zone unless his brain is short-circuited." Fatty Li analyzed.

"Maybe it's just Zhao Xiaokang's slip of the tongue." Charlie Zhou shrugged.

Others thought this was extremely likely, so they stopped tangling and started talking about other topics. As for Chen Chong, he would occasionally echo a few words and remain silent most of the time.

Judging from what happened during this period and the direct impression of Zhao Xiaokang, Zhao Xiaokang is obviously a person who is delicate and cunning, and does nothing. Otherwise, those things that he knew were instructing behind his back would not be able to catch any handle.

And such people are really emotionally controlled and are they inappropriate in wording?

Chen Chong dared not deny it, nor was he sure, after all, Fatty Li's analysis was very correct.

The cost of destroying the food street and rebuilding a new food area is very high. What's more, the two places are so close together that from a commercial perspective, they cannot maximize their interests at all and will affect each other.

But the question is, if it is true, then why is he doing it?

Too puzzling.

...

Food City.

Crunch...

Bang..

Crunch...

Bang..

The Zhang brothers had long lost their previous calm at this time. Their faces were filled with panic. Beads of sweat slid along their cheeks to their chins, and then they slapped on the ground with a "click" sound, which was crisp and sniffed.

Breathing is getting faster and faster.

"Brother, is this really the place where Zhao Xiaokang and the others usually work?" Zhang Lei said in a sucking monster with his hands and said in a daze.

They have been on the sixth floor for more than twenty minutes, and at least twenty rooms have been opened during this period, but each room is almost the same as the first room.

Thick dust, creepy cobwebs, shaking iron beds, dirty iron basins, rusty iron chains... What's even more strange is that there are no windows in all rooms.

If Zhang Lei is sure, he has observed the Food City from the outside countless times, and can see rows of windows on the sixth floor outside, and occasionally, he can see Zhao Xiaokang or Zhang Peng standing beside the bed smoking.

There are more than twenty rooms, and there are at least one hundred meters in a series. It is impossible for all to be located on the back of the Food City at such a long distance, right?

No, the length of the Food City is not more than one hundred meters, at most about 50!

"I feel something is wrong." Zhang Yun stood up. He lost his strength due to his anxiety before, and his tongue was dry at this moment.

"Will this place not be the sixth floor, but the seventh floor?" Zhang Lei asked anxiously.

"When did you see the seventh floor of the Food City?" Zhang Yun asked with his eyebrows frowned.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lei shook his head despite not wanting to admit it. Yes, the Food City only has the sixth floor, which is a fact that everyone can see.

"But..." When Zhang Lei was still trying to speak, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the corridor, which was very fast, causing a burst of "whimpering" sounds, both like a woman crying and a woman laughing. In addition, the strange surroundings were creepy for a moment.

Ga... squeak...

It seemed that a door was blown open, and the door bolts that were on the vintage rubbed against the sinking wooden door, making a clear and audible creaking sound, instantly overshadowing the wind.

Zhang Yun and the others were so scared that their hands and feet were cold by this sudden scene. They stood there and didn't dare to move, for fear of causing some more terrifying changes.

White lips, horrified eyes, sallow cheeks...

They are obviously two living big men, but at this moment they look like bloodless severe patients.

The wind stopped, the friction of the wooden door was overwhelmed, and everything calmed down again.

Zhang Yun and Zhang Lei still didn't move because they had a vague feeling that it seemed different, but they couldn't say what was different in detail.

This feeling appears inexplicably, as if it is a self-psychological suggestion.

rustle..

Just at this moment, an extremely subtle sound rang out, unable to find the direction, unable to distinguish the distance, and was like an insect crawling, and also trying to rub paper on the ground...

By the way, the gust of wind just now blew the newspaper on the ground of the room...

Zhang Yun and the other looked at each other. Although there was no verbal communication, they seemed to understand what the other party wanted to express. At this moment, a guess that conforms to the logic of reality is enough to make people feel at ease.

However, before they could be happy, they remembered the sound of the iron chains, and distinguished from the sound size, they were in a room in front of them that they had viewed.

The chain is moving?

Can insects or newspapers touch those iron chains tied to the head of the bed?

Obviously impossible!

The air seemed to freeze at this time, and time seemed to stop at this time. Zhang Yun and the others only felt their scalp numb, and they even forgot the most primitive breathing method.

The feeling of suffocation increased!

Crazy...

The sound of the chain shaking was still there, but it was not as violent as imagined. Then it stopped, and then the crawling rubbing sounded again, as if approaching the corridor.

Zhang Yun could no longer feel the temperature of sweat on the back of his head. He only knew that the beads of sweat slid through the gaps in his short hair into his back. The traces left were very itchy, but he did not dare to scratch them.

Zhang Lei subconsciously took a step back.

In such a strange environment, they could not suppress the various strange associations that emerged in their minds, and no matter which one seemed to be a good thing.

rustle..

The atmosphere was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, and the sour and rotten smell floated into the tip of the nose as if it were there and there was nothing.

Just as they were about to suffocate their blood vessels, something gray slowly appeared at the door of the fourth room ahead.

It first raised its head and sniffed in the air with its pointed nose, as if it was determining whether the surrounding area was dangerous, and then moved against the corner of the wall, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The moment she saw this thing, two hysterical gasps sounded from Zhang Yun and his two mouths. Then, as if venting fear or depression in their hearts, Zhang Lei raised his foot and stomped his feet hard, shouting, "Hey!"

Jijijiji...

The mice in the corner of the wall did not expect that what stood like a wooden stake in the corridor would be two such huge living creatures. Their bodies bounced high like springs, forced their direction in the air, and screamed and rushed into the darkness in the distance.

"He's it, a mouse almost scared us to death!" Zhang Lei forced a smile. This smile not only relieved the tense nerves, but also cleared up some mysterious and non-materialistic horror scenes that gradually grew in his mind.

"Abandoned rooms, quiet corridors, such places are really suitable for dirty... Bah," he shook his head mockingly.
To be continued...