312: How much is Qingshan's kidney worth?

After reporting, the Bodyguard Captain drove the car onto a small road.

Though the Knight Order had no roots here, the Bodyguard Captain had his own connections and methods.

Qingshan, full name Zhao Qingshan, would take one day off from the park each week.

He usually came back to this street to eat a plate of spareribs with fermented black beans, then took a bath, and found a place to gamble a few rounds.

It was currently his mealtime.

The Captain brought the three men into the restaurant, ordered some food casually, and ate while waiting.

The owner saw that these men had Dragon Kingdom faces, but their bodies were muscular, their temples protruded, and their eyes revealed a deep chill, so he knew these people were not simple.

Locals were usually thin and small, and rarely were there such strong and burly individuals.

If they were people who had just fled from the Dragon Kingdom or had been deceived into coming, they would usually be timid and submissive, and certainly would not possess such calmness and naturalness.

A few minutes later, Qingshan walked into the restaurant.

He looked up at the few people and felt a bit strange; although this place was a mixed bag, it was easy to tell who was an outsider at a glance.

Qingshan glanced at the owner, who gave him a cautious look.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The owner and Qingshan had known each other for many years, and following the old routine, he served spareribs and soup rice, placing them in front of Qingshan.

"Who are they?" Qingshan asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, they just arrived a few minutes ago," the owner also found it strange.

But strangers came to this place every few days, so he didn't fully take it to heart.

There was a small hotel across the street, which also belonged to the owner's family, and there were several bodyguards there.

If anything happened, they could provide immediate support.

The Bodyguard Captain nodded at his subordinates, confirming that this person was Qingshan.

One team member received the signal and went to the owner to settle the bill, while another walked to the door and motioned for the driver to bring the van over.

The Captain and another team member straightened their clothes, instantly stood up, and came behind Qingshan.

The Captain hid his gun in his clothes, pressing it against Qingshan and saying, "Don't move. Otherwise, I'll kill you."

Qingshan, with several lives on his hands and having participated in over a dozen battles, naturally knew the situation was bad, so he remained silent and slowly raised his hands.

"Brothers, did you get the wrong person?" Qingshan said with a smile.

Seeing this, the owner knew someone was looking for trouble, and just as he was about to call for backup, he was pressed down by a team member.

"Come with me." The Captain lifted Qingshan, not allowing him to resist, and directly dragged him to the back seat of the van at the door, throwing him inside.

"Withdraw!"

At this command, everyone instantly scrambled into the van and sped away.

The owner called to report. Qingshan and he belonged to the same warlords, and if their own people were kidnapped, they had to report it no matter what.

In the Myanmar Northern Region, revenge killings, kidnappings, and gang wars happened every day.

All the locals who managed to survive were well-trained.

20 kilometers, not too far, not too close.

The van had driven less than 3 kilometers when people came out to intercept it.

But the driver didn't care and just crashed through.

Soon, two pickup trucks followed.

At this moment, another van burst out from behind the pickup trucks, and without waiting for a shot to be fired, it crashed into the pickup truck.

The pickup truck was directly stuck on the side of the road, and the people inside cursed loudly, shooting at the van.

However, this was already the limit of the warlords' reaction speed. If they wanted to mobilize heavy troops, a few minutes would certainly not be enough.

Soon, the two vans arrived at the small hotel.

All the way, Qingshan had his eyes covered, seeing nothing.

When he opened his eyes again, he had been taken to a specially prepared small room.

"You all go out. Leave the rest to me." Pan Han pinched Qingshan's face, comparing it, and confirmed that he hadn't caught the wrong person.

"Yes, boss!" The Captain led the others away.

Their remaining tasks were more important; they needed to set up defenses around the hotel.

Although the town was government-controlled, openly kidnapping a subordinate of the warlords would certainly give the other side a reason to demand his return.

At that time, the government would most likely play dead.

Dozens of top bodyguards, carrying their equipment, came downstairs and occupied the high ground.

Their innate killing genes were instantly activated.

Fishing and sunbathing on Knight Island were simply too boring; their killing skills were almost rusty.

"Brothers, this is a rare opportunity! If anyone breaks in later, kill them without mercy!" The Captain's excitement was palpable, patting his rifle, looking eager for action.

"Yes, Captain!"

Next, with a series of crackling sounds, all guns were loaded!

The bodyguard team members, in groups of three, formed several defensive lines around the hotel.

The surrounding civilians, seeing these people suddenly brandish their weapons, all fled back to their homes.

Pan Han looked at Qingshan, and Qingshan looked at Pan Han.

"Brother, did you catch the wrong person? I don't know you." Qingshan still thought the other party was another warlords seeking revenge, and after thinking for a long time, he realized he had no impression of Pan Han whatsoever.

"We certainly don't know each other. But you took 300,000 from me!" Pan Han sat in a chair, lighting a cigarette.

He looked at Qingshan, who had already turned into various pieces of meat.

The small room seemed to instantly transport them to the apocalypse, and he transformed into the leader of Dawn Base.

"300,000?? Holy cow, are you Er Qiu's family?" Qingshan suddenly recalled that the only money he had received recently was Er Qiu's ransom.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Pan Han chuckled, his facial muscles twisting into an extremely exaggerated expression.

Qingshan looked at him and instantly felt his hair stand on end, goosebumps appearing all over.

He never would have thought that Pan Han could find him directly here.

"Big brother, I've already released him!" Er Qiu immediately felt a bad premonition, his heart racing.

"Hmm, it's fine." Pan Han took an electric baton from his pocket, turned on the button, and it crackled.

"Hey, big brother, let's talk this over! I was just following orders, you can't blame me for Er Qiu's matter." Qingshan saw the electric baton and was so scared that he drooled, his legs involuntarily curling up.

Crackling!

"Ah!!!!"

Crackling!

"Ah!!!!"

Pan Han didn't answer, just started electrocuting him, poking him seven or eight times. Qingshan's body instantly became charred in places, and he writhed on the ground in pain.

"So this is what it's like to be electrocuted." Pan Han threw away the electric baton and pulled out a steel pipe.

"Big brother... big brother, Er Qiu's matter, it really wasn't my fault."

Bang, bang, bang.

After a few blows, Er Qiu stopped talking, only able to beg for mercy with his head in his hands.

Pan Han didn't use much force, afraid of killing him. After a few hits, he threw away the steel pipe and pulled out a handful of steel needles.

At this point, Qingshan's breathing was unstable, and he was easily controlled by Pan Han.

One steel needle was inserted into each of his ten fingers and ten toes.

He woke up, Qingshan woke up instantly. But then he passed out again from the pain.

"So cowardly. When you did this to others before, I never saw you act so cowardly." Pan Han, as usual, urinated a stream to wake Qingshan up.

"Big brother, I'll return the money to you right now. Please spare me!" Qingshan looked at himself, his mouth slurring, begging for mercy non-stop.

"Don't rush, I still need to check your kidneys. If they're valuable, I'll use them to offset the 300,000." Pan Han pulled out a scalpel.

Anesthetic? What's anesthetic! Just go for it.

"Ah!!!!" Qingshan's ribs were cut open, and he let out a pig-like wail.

Although the room had been soundproofed, the bodyguards deployed around still heard Qingshan's screams.

Strangely, everyone showed a wicked smile, as if particularly satisfied.

Playing this game? The Myanmar Northern Region is just a little brother in front of these guys!