Chapter 980
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Looking at the little fatty in front of him who was in a daze, the burly man had a fierce expression on his face, but he was cursing in his heart. His superiors didn't give him any tasks, but they gave him such a lousy task. He couldn't hit, touch, or knock into anything, and he had to teach him like a son. He had never received such a task before. This was even more frustrating than having him carry a big rock.
"Are you going to drink it or not? If you don't, go back and carry a rock! "The burly man shouted in a rough voice and glared at him.
Ning Lang bit his lip with tears in his eyes. He punched the bowl with a missing corner with both hands, feeling very wronged. His servants didn't even use such a broken bowl, nor did they drink such thin porridge. However, he was doing heavy work, and this was the only thing he could eat.
"Do you have steamed buns or something like that? I won't be full if I eat like this. "
"No, no, it's up to you whether you want to eat or not!" The burly man glared and shouted. If it were any other time, he would have lashed out with the whip.
"Rumble …"
His stomach growled. Ning Lang looked at the bowl in his hand and could only drink it with his eyes closed. After drinking the bowl, he felt as if he had drunk a bowl of water. He licked the corner of his mouth and stared at the bucket. "I want more." Although it wasn't delicious, it was better than being hungry.
"More? Where do you think this is? No more, go to work! "The burly man snatched the bowl from his hand and put it behind him. He pushed him forward." Go to work! "
Ning Lang glared at him. "Why can't you let me have enough of this thin porridge?"
"Pfft! Don't think about it. It's fine as long as you don't starve to death. You want to drink enough? Do you think this is your home? "The big man gave him a shove, and the whip in his hand lashed at his side." Go! "
Ning Lang gritted his teeth and glared at him. He thought to himself, "Just you wait. When I get out of here, I'll teach you a lesson!"
At a place not far away, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye were watching, and the two of them had different expressions when they saw this scene. The former was teasing, while the latter was shocked.
"How long do you plan to keep him here?" Duan Ye looked at Fengjiu and asked.
"When he can't take it anymore." She curled her lips. "It seems that he still has some strength now."
The corners of Duan Ye's mouth twitched when he heard that. He looked at Ning Lang who was being ordered to move rocks. He was wearing tattered clothes and a pair of broken shoes. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised and swollen.
Who told him to sell out his identity as the Ghost Doctor the moment he saw Fengjiu? From the moment he found out about that matter, he knew that this brat would suffer. He didn't expect that this brat would be waiting for him here!
"Let's go! Let's find a place to drink. " Fengjiu called Duan Ye and turned to leave. They came and left quietly, and Ning Lang, who was not far away, did not know anything.
Three days later, in the morning, Ning Lang, who was still sleeping, was woken up by the two of them. They dragged him to the bathroom, changed him into a set of luxurious clothes, and dressed him from head to toe.
Ning Lang was shocked from beginning to end. When he saw someone putting powder on his pale face that was thinner than a few days ago, he couldn't help but cry out.
"What do you want?!"
"What do we want? There are people coming to the brothel to pick young people. They like people like you who are fifteen or sixteen years old. Just right, we can sell you at a high price. "The manager who walked in said with a smile, but his heart was weak.
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