Meng Liang was an idiot through and through, but he was so arrogant that he thought he was as talented as Wang Zuo.
But who wouldn't know of his capabilities if they had even heard of his name?
If they thought that Meng Liang had deliberately spread the rumor about the gambling house to trap them, it would be too much for Meng Liang's brain to handle.
"But …" Someone next to him said anxiously, "Didn't you say that the little bastard was hiding in the Liu Mansion? The Liu Mansion has been disgraced. In order not to be punished by the Meng's, they will definitely try to find him, right? Do you think it's possible that we won't find him? "
Meng Hun lowered his eyes and said, "It's possible, so we have to be quick … Let's leave it to fate and luck."
In order to catch Meng Liang, Meng Hun took a few healthy brothers down the mountain and disguised themselves as ordinary people to sneak into the city.
They pretended to be gamblers and walked around the gambling house. With the excuse of going to the toilet, they got a rough idea of the internal structure of the gambling house.
"I heard that this gambling house often does immoral things. They lock the people they catch in the woodshed. If the little bastard is really here, he's probably locked in there too. This is the general structure of the gambling house, and the woodshed is here … "
The man who spoke was originally a scout, specializing in gathering information from the front line.
Now he just wanted to get a feel of the gambling house, so it wasn't difficult for him.
"There are a lot of thugs in this gambling house. If we rush in and grab him, we might make a big deal out of it. It'll be hard to get out of the city tomorrow," someone suggested.
One of them suggested, "Then let's wait until nightfall and take advantage of the darkness to sneak over and capture them?"
Meng Hun nodded. "Let's do that. Before we do it, we need to keep an eye on the front and back doors of the gambling house."
As the sky darkened, the woodshed was shrouded in darkness. Everyone's vision was dim, and the air was filled with pungent dust.
Meng Liang was tied up with a rough hemp rope. He lay on the ground and curled up into a small ball.
His long eyelashes trembled along with his erratic breathing, and his eyebrows would occasionally furrow slightly. Coupled with the bruises on his face, he looked very pitiful. Even though people knew he was a man, they still couldn't help but look at him with love and sympathy.
There were two thugs outside the woodshed. One of them was standing while the other was sitting. They were chatting casually, and the content of the conversation was related to Meng Liang.
"Hey, that kid is still stubborn and unwilling to confess?" One of the thugs rubbed his arms to dispel the coldness of the night. He spat at the corner of the wall and said unhappily, "What's the point of doing this? If the boss is angry, he can do anything. "
Another person said, "Hey, it's not that the kid doesn't want to tell us. It was clear that there was something wrong with his throat. He couldn't use his hands and couldn't write. The strange thing was that the doctor came over to take a look and said that there was nothing wrong with him. This made the boss very angry. "
Meng Liang had lost a debt of several thousand taels of silver, but his partner had won more than four thousand taels of silver from the gambling house and escaped. Was the gambling house losing money?
It was a small business and didn't accept credit.
He didn't expect that after working so hard to run such a gambling house and going against his conscience to earn so much black-hearted money, he would be tricked by a few young lads in the end. All the money he had painstakingly earned over the years went into someone else's pocket. It would be strange if the gambling house owner wasn't furious.
They forced Meng Liang to ask about Jiang Pengji and Nongqin's whereabouts, but the sissy kid was still putting on airs and wouldn't talk.
In the beginning, the owner of the casino and the thugs thought Meng Liang was just being stubborn, so they gave him a good beating. Meng Liang screamed in pain after being hit twice. He didn't look like someone with a backbone at all. He didn't even beg for mercy. His watery eyes were swollen from crying.
The thug from before asked, "Isn't this kid pretending?"
The thug rolled his eyes in disdain.
"Pretending? How is this pretending? Every time he was hit, he would howl like a pig being slaughtered. He knelt when he was told to. His knees were as soft as mud. Did he have any backbone? You didn't see him crying while hugging the boss's leg. Girls aren't that weak. "
"But … But didn't we say that the kid might be from one of those noble families?"
The thug continued to roll his eyes. "Have you seen any noble as weak as the one inside? Even though I don't know how to read, I know that the real nobles would rather have their heads chopped off than kneel and beg … "
"So, the one inside is a fake?"
Because it was the night shift, the thug went home to sleep during the day and missed a lot of things.
Speaking of this, the thug suddenly chuckled. He put one hand on his partner's shoulder and whispered mysteriously, "Of course he's a fake. Have you seen any noble more coquettish than those young men in the south courtyard? That face is as beautiful as a fairy, but it's so coquettish inside. The boss was so angry that he asked his brothers to teach him a lesson and make him give in … Guess what happened in the end? Hehehe … "
In the woodshed, the unconscious Meng Liang slowly woke up. When he heard the conversation, he was so angry that he almost broke his teeth.
"Then what does Boss plan to do with him?"
Meng Liang heard another person say, "What else can we do? If he couldn't catch the other two, and the one inside couldn't say anything, what was the point of keeping him alive? One more day means one more person's food … But he's really good-looking. He's even prettier than the top Langjuns in the South Courtyard. If we take good care of him, teach him well, and sell him for three to five years, he'll be able to hook up with some rich people. Maybe the boss will earn a few times more. "
What kind of place was the South Courtyard?
It was commonly known as a brothel, a place that sold men. It was also a brothel frequented by many men who liked men.
When Meng Liang heard this, he was so angry that he almost fainted. His heart was filled with anger, and he tried to open his mouth to scream, but the sound that came out was a hoarse "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
He angrily hit the ground with his elbow, his eyes blazing with hatred.
Meng Liang hated those gangsters who had humiliated him, but he hated Liu Xi even more!
The people in the casino didn't know what it meant to be kind to a woman. They slapped him several times to wake him up, and then they tortured him.
He tried to open his mouth to speak and scold these lowlifes, but his throat seemed to have been stolen. He couldn't say anything, as if he was born mute. What was worse was that he couldn't feel anything below his elbows, let alone pick up a pen to write.
He couldn't open his mouth to speak, and he couldn't write. The people in the casino lost their patience. They slapped him a few times, and he almost lost his mind.
He wasn't someone who could take hardship, and he was afraid of pain. Soon, he couldn't take it anymore. He knelt down and begged for mercy from the lowlifes he despised.
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