Oda Dokko secretly guessed the identity of the other party, and while the motorcycle rider was on the phone, he dared to secretly open his eyes just a slit.

I only saw that there were no passing vehicles on the surrounding roads. At this time, I was afraid that no one would pay attention to me even if I shouted for help.

The rider who stepped on Oda Dokko seemed to notice the small movements of the person under his feet, so he lowered his head and looked down.

Oda Doko quickly continued to pretend to faint.

Not long after, I heard a car parked next to me.

Then there was the sound of footsteps of someone getting out of the car, but it didn't sound like it was just one person.

"You two, take him to the suburbs, dig a hole and bury him. I'll go back and report to the boss right now...remember to do a clean job." The motorcycle rider ordered the person coming.

"Okay, don't worry... but do you need to chop this son of a bitch up before burying him? There will be trouble after the police find the body." One of the people suddenly asked.

Apparently, the person who came was an accomplice of the motorcycle rider.

But who appointed the motorcyclist who attacked him?

Could it really be that George sent someone to do it, as Zhang Fugui said?

Although he used weapons at the real gold pawn shop last time, it only stayed in the intimidation stage. Could it be that George wanted to do something so extreme?

Xiaoda Dozi's mind was running rapidly. He thought about it but couldn't figure out who would attack him.

But except for George, he really couldn't find a suitable answer for a while.

When Oda Doko heard the rider's accomplice asking if he wanted to chop him off, he wanted to get up and struggle.

"Chop it for what? Don't be so cruel..." The rider seemed to feel that his subordinate's suggestion was inappropriate and immediately retorted.

Oda's only son completely forgot that the rider had just told his friends that he would be sent to the suburbs to be buried alive. At this moment, he actually felt that the rider was kind-hearted.

"When we get there, just use a sledgehammer to smash his head to pieces. This way, even if the body is dug out, it will be impossible to identify him for an hour and a half..." The rider continued to refute his companion's words and continued to give instructions.

.

He's... so cruel. It's true that people of the same species flock together, and there are no good people here at all.

Different from Oda Dokko's curse, the rider's subordinates all gave thumbs up to the rider and kept saying that this method is good and saves sharpening of the knife. It is convenient and labor-saving. It is simply a must-have method for killing people and stealing goods.

Oda Dokko couldn't hold it in any longer. He was extremely scared at this time, and the discussions around him were just like discussing how to deal with chickens and ducks in the kitchen, what to chop himself into, and what to hit with a hammer.

Damn... just hearing it makes people feel scared.

Oda Dokko even felt an almost uncontrollable urge to urinate in her lower body.

"Slow!..." Xiaotian Duzi couldn't wait any longer. Instead of just sitting there and waiting for death, he wanted to struggle.

"Hey! Are you awake?"

Oda Duzi stopped pretending to be faint. He bravely opened his eyes and saw that in addition to the motorcycle rider who had just knocked him unconscious, there were two new people around him, who should be the rider's two accomplices.

One of them is wearing a red helmet and the other is wearing a green helmet.

It seems that he did it deliberately to conceal his true identity.

Oda Dokko knew that he couldn't appear panicked at this time. No matter how guilty he was, he had to pretend that he had a backup plan. Only in this way could he give the robber the illusion that he was qualified to negotiate with him.

So Oda Dozi twisted his body and tried desperately to stand up.

The rider found it very interesting to see him in this state, so he released his foot from Oda Doko and allowed Oda Doko to stand up.

"Do you know who I am?" Oda Duzi scolded sternly, without any sign of being controlled by others.

"It's over. What you did just now was too dark. He doesn't even know who he is." Red Helmet complained to the motorcycle rider.

"He was trying to show off his power, but actually he was extremely guilty." The motorcycle rider directly exposed Oda Dokko's disguise.

Of course, he knew that if the content of the conversation he had just had with his companions was not too terrifying, the only son of Oda would definitely continue to pretend to be fainted.

"Damn it! You dare to play tricks on me, right?" After the red helmet was reminded, he walked to Oda Duzi aggressively.

"You fucking don't know who you are, do you? I'm here to remind you!" After the red helmet finished scolding, he slapped Xiaotian's only son back and forth for a dozen times, and while slapping him, he asked: "I know."

Who are you? Do you know who you are!"

Oda was so slapped that he could hardly stand.

But the red helmet still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger. He grabbed Oda's only child by the collar, raised his other arm high, and asked fiercely: "Do you know who you are now?"

Oda Dozi did not expect that the robber would not follow the road.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t we listen to our own demands first?

Why did you beat yourself up when you came up?

However, the beating was not in vain. Oda Doko immediately became extremely rational and smart: "I know... I know... Stop beating me... I am whoever you say I am."

Only then did Red Helmet retract his arm with satisfaction.

Oda Dokko finally figured it out. Although the motorcycle rider was the first to attack him, he still seemed to be able to say a few words. This man wearing a red helmet could not be understood by ordinary people's thinking.

So he quickly said to the motorcycle rider: "I don't care who sent you...no matter what price the other party paid...I'll pay double...No! I'll pay 3 times...ten times!"

Oda Doko, who kept adding more money, was afraid that the other party would still hesitate, so he continued: "You can follow me back to my company to get the money first... I will never pursue who is the person behind you... I will just take it as such.

What if it never happened?"

The motorcycle rider seemed to be moved by the conditions offered by Oda Dokko. He slowly walked up to Oda Dokko, then bent down and leaned against Oda Dokko's ear.

It looked like he was trying to comfort Oda Dozi not to panic.

Oda alone did not dare to move, but he still kept talking: "Listen to me... Behind me is Japan's Oda Co., Ltd. If you do this, it will not do you any good... As long as you let go

Give me...I can afford any price...as long as you let me go..."

The helmeted man raised his hand and gently covered Oda's only son's mouth, and then said in his ear: "Mr. Oda, if you had been as smart as you are now, why would you be like this? What a pity... Our boss said

You are too dishonest, and you will never be able to position yourself... By the way, our boss has something to tell you, so that you can go with peace of mind, Zhao Liang's project, and the martial arts conference...

·He can do it alone."

Hearing what the rider said in his ear, Oda's only son felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Zhao Liang’s project? The inside story of the martial arts conference?

George! It’s really you!

Because in Oda's only son's understanding, no one except George can know the inside story of these things.

"George! You bastard, you have been trying to bully me since Project 1... and made me your handyman... and you actually sent someone to kill me... you bastard!"

····"Oda Dokko cursed almost madly. At the end of the curse, Oda Dokko habitually uttered a lot of Japanese.

"Gag him!" the motorcycle rider said to the red helmet.

Red Helmet looked at his companion beside him and found that the other party had nothing in his hand that could be used to gag him.

In the end, he simply took off his socks, then stuffed them into Oda Duzi's mouth regardless of 372, and stuffed them firmly.

Oda's only son felt more uncomfortable now than if he were dead. He wanted to tell the robbers that he had a fine silk scarf in his pocket that they could use.

The smell of the socks almost made Oda only cry, and it also made him feel nauseous.

The more Nausea Oda felt, the more she wanted to open her mouth wide and retching. The more she opened her mouth, the tighter the sock was stuffed into her mouth.

Then I started to feel more and more nauseous over and over again.

With such side effects, Oda alone could do nothing but shake his head.

"What method did you use? Why did this bastard suddenly become honest?" The green helmet, who had not spoken until now, felt a little strange, so he asked the red helmet.

"It's nothing, my socks seem to have not been washed for half a month..." Red Helmet said proudly.

The motorcycle rider thought he had finished his job. He pulled a sack from his companion's pickup truck and gestured to the green helmet.

Then they joined hands and put Xiaotian's only son into a sack.

"You first take him to Zhang Fugui's business and try to find a way to make people suspect that Zhang Fugui did this. I'm going back." After the rider finished his instructions, he rode away on his motorcycle.

go.

After hearing the rider's last instructions before leaving, Xiaotian Duzi recalled what Zhang Fugui had just called to inform him, and immediately felt that George would indeed shift the responsibility for this matter to Zhang Fugui as Zhang Fugui said.

No wonder he dared to attack him without any scruples.

Get rid of him, and then take the opportunity to blame Zhang Fugui.

This kind of thing is indeed George's way of doing things.

Xiaotian Duzi twisted his body, trying to make a final struggle.

Green Helmet took the wrench from nowhere, aimed at Oda Doko in the sack, and smashed it.

Oda's only son fell to the ground, and then the robbers threw him on the back of the pickup truck like a dead pig.

After waiting in the pickup truck, both the red helmet and the green helmet took off their disguises.

These two people were none other than Huang Batian and Brother Ya.

"Brother Ya...were you too harsh just now? The captain said you were going to scare him to death, but you didn't say you wanted him to die." Huang Batian glanced behind the car with some worry.

When he found Oda's only son lying there like a dead pig, he said with some concern.
To be continued...