Bell with Backbone? Leg-Stretching Staring Pill!

That evening, Jiang Cheng had just finished his cultivation and came out of the villa.

"Young Master, news has come from the Heavenly Tiger Gang that Henry's men have indeed been following Miss Yun these past few days."

"Because you made arrangements in advance, they did not alert the enemy."

In the car, Ah Long glanced at Jiang Cheng leaning against the back seat through the rearview mirror A Long said respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng nodded, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Let them do it, then take them to Qingjiang Dock."

"Yes."

A Long nodded, took out his phone, made a call, gave a few simple instructions, and then hung up.

Meanwhile, at the corner not far from Yunjiang Building.

An inconspicuous white sedan was parked there.

In the driver's seat, Bell, wearing a black baseball cap, carefully observed the activity at the door.

At that moment, a burly man in black walked to the car door and blocked his view.

Bell frowned, about to say something, when there was a knock on the car window.

"Hey bro, can I borrow a light?"

As the car window slowly rolled down, Xiong Er leaned down and grinned at Bell.

"No."

A hint of impatience flashed across Bell's face as he waved his hand, signaling Xiong Er to go aside.

Xiong Er's expression turned slightly cold, and he gripped Bell's wrist tightly with one hand.

With a bewildered look on his face, he reached into the car with his other hand and pressed the main door lock switch.

"Fuck, what are you doing?!"

Realizing what had happened, Bell spoke up in a fit of anger, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other car door opened.

Xiong Da got into the passenger seat and quickly covered Bell's mouth and nose with a towel soaked in sedative.

A few seconds later, Bell stopped struggling and was ruthlessly thrown into the back seat.

Under the moonlight, the car slowly disappeared into the night.

Qingjiang Dock, under the dim yellow streetlights.

Zhao Hu and more than a dozen of his Heavenly Tiger Gang waited patiently.

"Boss, someone's here."

"A member of the Heavenly Tiger Gang shouted."

Zhao Hu's lips twitched, and he spoke in an annoyed tone.

"I'm not blind, I can see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white sedan came to a smooth stop.

The car door opened, and Xiong Da and Xiong Er got out.

He called over a few of his underlings, who then tied up Bell, who was still unconscious.

Then he walked up to Zhao Hu and said, "Brother Hu, everything went smoothly."

Before long, Jiang Cheng and A Long arrived.

"Young Master Jiang, you've arrived."

Zhao Hu eagerly stepped forward and very considerately opened the car door for Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng nodded, then turned his gaze to Bell.

Seeing this, Xiong Er immediately took the bucket of water handed to him by his younger brother and poured it down with a splash.

Swoosh~

Bell, who was in a coma, sneezed and slowly lifted his heavy eyelids.

He looked around in a daze, but when his gaze fell on the dozen or so burly men around him, he immediately came to his senses.

But having received professional training, Bell's eyes flashed with panic for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

Who are you?

Bell remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on Jiang Cheng.

Experience and intuition told him that this young man was the one in charge!

The next second, smack!

Xiong Er glared at him, showing no restraint, and slapped Bell across the face.

"Do you even have the right to speak here? Just answer whatever Young Master Jiang asks."

"If you dare utter another word, I'll call you again!"

Beside them, A Long and Zhao Hu silently withdrew their feet, which had already taken half a step.

Staring at Xiong Er with hostility, he thought, "You little rascal, you're really fast!"

At that moment, the sudden slap completely stunned Bell.

Isn't Dragon Country a land of etiquette?

He only said four words, and he got beaten up?

However, Bell was quick-witted and keenly grasped the key phrase: Young Master Jiang.

"You are Jiang Cheng!"

After realizing what was happening, Bell spoke instinctively.

"Tell me, what does Henry want you to do?"

Jiang Cheng remained expressionless and got straight to the point.

Bell snorted coldly, turned his head away, and remained silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng frowned slightly and chuckled softly.

"Very good, that's backbone!"

Then, he glanced at Zhao Hu and said, "I'm leaving it to you."

Zhao Hu patted his chest and assured him confidently, "Don't worry, Young Master Jiang, we are professionals."

After saying that, he called to Xiong Da and Xiong Er, and walked towards Bell with a sinister grin.

A moment later, Zhao Hu scratched his head and looked at Jiang Cheng awkwardly, "Young Master Jiang, this Foreign Devil is too tight-lipped."

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. "Didn't you say you were a professional?"

He had considered taking direct action against Henry, but the guy's identity was too special.

Dying in the Dragon Country might cause unnecessary trouble.

Cough cough~

Zhao Hu coughed lightly and shut his mouth, not daring to say anything.

"Even if you kill me, I won't tell you."

A mocking smile appeared on Bell's lips, which infuriated everyone present.

Just then, a member of the Heavenly Tiger Gang stepped forward and said respectfully,

"Young Master Jiang, Boss, I'd like to give it a try."

Just as Zhao Hu was about to reprimand him, Jiang Cheng calmly said, "It's fine."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu immediately changed his tune, "If you can do it, I, Brother Hu, will reward you handsomely."

This is a chance to soar to new heights!

The younger brother trembled with excitement, quickly bowed ninety degrees, and earnestly said...

"Thank you, Young Master Jiang. Thank you, Boss."

After saying that, he rubbed his hands together and walked towards Bell, eager to get started.

Tch~

Bell wore a cold smile, still disdainful.

The next second, I felt my mouth being forcibly pried open, and something the size of a thumb went into my throat.

"Fuck! What did you feed me?"

Bell's expression changed, and he glared angrily at the Heavenly Tiger Gang underlings in front of him.

The sour, foul smell in his mouth was still spreading, making his stomach churn.

The younger brother grinned, "Leg-Stretching Staring Pill."

"An exclusive secret recipe, refined over forty-nine days. If there is no antidote within three days..."

After a brief pause, under Bell's horrified gaze, the underling continued,

"Your internal organs will slowly rot away, and your skin will also ulcerate and itch."

"But don't worry, you were very conscious before you died and could clearly feel all of this."

"By the way, this situation will last for a month."

Upon hearing this, Bell panicked completely. "You... you are devils."

Although he was not afraid of death, once he reached his position, he had power, wealth, and women. Who would want to die so easily?

If they had just given him a quick death, that would have been fine, but this guy actually gave him something so vicious to eat.

Fuck!

Is this a curse from the East?

Feeling the churning in his stomach, Bell's mental defenses crumbled.

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

Jiang Cheng and his companions, who witnessed all of this, had extremely varied expressions.

Zhao Hu, in particular, scratched his head in bewilderment and stared wide-eyed.

It's as if it's saying, "This actually works?!"

"You have a lot of hidden talents under your command. This kid is a real gem."

Jiang Cheng patted Zhao Hu on the shoulder, filled with emotion.

That "Leg-Stretching Staring Pill" is just something that can fool those Foreign Devil.

"Ahem~ Young Master Jiang, you flatter me."