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Chapter 207: Coercion and inducement

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    The endless darkness could not be pushed away or driven away. It surrounded Cheng Chong tightly like a shameless person, refusing to leave even an inch and not giving up at all.  I don't know how long this state of mindlessness lasted.

    When Cheng Chong slowly came back to his senses from the unconscious state again, he seemed to see several medical staff in white coats and suitcase-shaped medical equipment hurriedly coming to his senses.  The departing blur.

    It can be seen that after he passed out, specialized medical staff provided emergency rescue to him.

    After gradually waking up, Cheng Chong quickly discovered that the location and environment around him had changed again.

    He found himself in a luxurious and spacious room with luxurious and luxurious decoration.  It's just that this kind of luxury and luxury doesn't seem so natural and harmonious, as if it is specially decorated for showoff. The luxury and luxury are rich in the tackiness of the smell of copper.

    It¡¯s simply vulgar!

    ¡°It¡¯s comparable to some fat nouveau riche who have a thick gold chain hung heavily around their necks.

    Cheng Chong struggled subconsciously, and immediately found that he was still firmly tied to a wooden chair. His body was sitting on the wooden chair. Although his feet could touch the ground, his body was still unable to move at all.

    In front of the desk is a large and spacious work table, on which are displayed several antiques or works of art that are difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake.

    And Wang Yao, who disgusted him like a dog-skin plaster, still didn't leave. At this moment, he was standing aside with eager eyes, silent.  His face was submissive and careful, but his original arrogance and domineeringness had long since disappeared, and his body lacked the usual heroic spirit and grace.

    Not far away, a middle-aged man in a large silk Tang suit was feeding a black Tibetan mastiff the size of a lion with bloody raw meat.  The black Tibetan mastiff, which stood as tall as an adult, was eating bloodily and roughly while making docile and affectionate gestures towards the middle-aged man.

    At first glance, the contrast is huge and inconsistent.

    Seeing that Cheng Chong had woken up, the middle-aged man turned around and smiled kindly, then took a towel, wiped his hands briefly, walked over slowly, walked straight to the back of the desk, and sat down  On a simple Taishi chair.

    Then, very unusually, Chong Chengchong smiled politely.

    But Wang Yao nodded and bowed to the side, showing caution and acting extremely respectful.

    "I am the drug dealer leader you are looking for, the drug lord you often call me. Are you a little surprised?" The middle-aged man still had a kind smile on his face and politely looked at the people in front of him.  After Cheng Chong, Cao Cao spoke proficient Chinese and said this in a calm tone.

    Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Cheng Chong was shocked and couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.  Perhaps it was because the gap in his heart was too big. The middle-aged man in front of him was too inconsistent with the drug lord he imagined.

    Don¡¯t all the drug lords in your imagination have a fierce and violent look?  The face is full of flesh, the eyes are fierce, the expression is cold and dark, is it murderous?  How could it be this amiable middle-aged man in front of me?

    He never expected that the middle-aged man in front of him, who looked unattractive, seemed amiable and ordinary, and seemed to have nothing to do with the world, would actually be a drug lord despised by thousands of people and reviled by thousands of people.  If he were to encounter such a drug lord head-on on the street, I'm afraid no one would associate him with this shocking identity of a drug lord.

    The shocked Cheng Chong was stunned for a moment and did not reply immediately. The expression on his face was very complicated, and the huge gap in his heart prevented him from coming back to his senses immediately.

    "It's normal to have some accidents. It's not surprising. It seems that when you are training special operations, the first thing you have to learn is hiding and camouflage, right?" The middle-aged man still smiled slightly, paused for a moment, and then used the discussion method  tone, and continued: "How is it? Let's talk, okay?"

    Cheng Chong still didn't say anything. He was still in shock and doubt, and he hadn't fully understood the situation. In fact, he was still doubting the true identity of the middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't believe that all this was true.  He began to have some unspeakable doubts in his heart, but these doubts had no evidence and no definite proof or conclusion could be found.

    "Haha¡ª¡ª, then I'll take it as your acquiescence!" The middle-aged man chuckled, and then said calmly as if talking to himself: "Actually, what kind of big drug lord is not a big drug lord? I only treat it as myself.  I am an ordinary businessman. It¡¯s just that the goods we trade are a bit special and alternative in the eyes of some people! But this is normal market behavior. Only when there is demand.!  It's just a simple analogy, and it definitely doesn't mean what you said. On the contrary, as long as you are willing, I would like to be your lifelong friend, and be your lifelong brother, and enjoy happiness together.  It¡¯s hard to share the same responsibility.  "Listening to Cheng Chong's angry insults, the middle-aged man was not angry at all. He remained as steady as a rock and said with a smile.

    Then he continued: "You are right what you just said. It is true that you are a special forces soldier. But I really want to know, what are the benefits of being a special forces soldier? You work hard every day, you have to suffer, and you have to suffer.  , all the things you have done and the merits you have made are known only to you, and at most they will only be stuffed into your files. Tell me, what is the use of these? What a lofty honor, what a dazzling halo?  ? These are all clouds, all empty. There is not much, and there is not much. Is it worth it? "

    "It's better to join us. Everything we can give you is real. Look at these -" As he spoke, the middle-aged man casually took out a pile of money from the drawer and threw it indifferently.  On the desk, he continued: "This is one million. This is just a small meeting gift. It will definitely become richer in the future. Of course, your position in my heart cannot be measured by money."  I still say what I just said, I really want to be friends and brothers with you. How about joining us? Think about it? "

    To be honest, when the pile of money appeared in front of Cheng Chong, Cheng Chong's eyes lit up.

    Because, since he was a child, he has never seen so much money, and it is so close to him, almost at his fingertips.

    However, Cheng Chong, who remains awake at this moment and has a firm belief in his heart, is still unmoved and has not been corrupted by the abundant money in front of him.  He shook his head rapidly, trying to keep himself awake.

    At this moment, he deeply understood that in the face of national justice and major issues related to right and wrong, any money or any interest was too small to be mentioned.

    Because, infinite loyalty to the motherland and people is priceless.

    "Put away your dirty money. Your dirty money can only buy dogs, but it can never buy an upright person I'm going to kill you" Cheng Chong, who came back to his senses, never looked at the table again.  Instead, he stared at the pile of money with angry eyes and continued to roar at the top of his lungs.

    But Wang Yao, who had always been careful and stood by respectfully, heard Cheng Chong's double entendre, saying that bad money can only buy a dog, but never an upright person, his face suddenly changed drastically, and then he became angry.  Said: "What the hell are you talking about? You don't know what to do"

    "What does it mean to be ignorant of good and evil? I think you are the one who is ignorant of good and evil!" The middle-aged man, who had always been amiable, finally strengthened his tone. He glanced at Wang Yao who was standing aside and rudely interrupted Wang Yao's words with a sharp sweep.  .

    When Wang Yao saw this, he kept silent in a very dramatic manner, and still stood aside submissively, continuing to remain silent and act like a sculpture.

    The tense atmosphere at the scene was slightly relieved by the middle-aged man's rude scolding.

    Only Cheng Chong still had his eyes wide open, excited and angry.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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