GONE ASTRAY

Four years ago

At nine o'clock in the evening, Amanda came out of the gym. She walked to the parking lot, and as soon as she got in the car, the phone rang.

It's a phone number with no contact name.

"What else?" Amanda picked up the phone and said coldly, "Yes, I saw the photo, I know how it looks, if anything happens, I'll call you, either."

Amanda answered a few questions briefly and hung up the phone. She drove out of the underground parking lot.

At night, the prosperous scenery of the magnificent city makes people see the eyes, at this time the sky is like a large cloth woven, hiding the bright spots, but through the night sky, there are only bright buildings.

Hidden in that prosperous area there is a closed passage, not easy to detect.

This place is not equal to the luxurious buildings out there, but it also makes people dizzy, this place also does not have strict security, as long as it is not deadly, the security guard here will also close one eye and open one eye.

At the end of the alley, there was a small bar, lit up called H.L. A guy was sitting in front of the bar door, mouthing a cigarette and constantly looking at the four sides, like he was watching.

The blonde circled the back of the bar, the first-floor living room was completely quiet, but the innermost room of the second floor made strange noises.

Alan opened his eyes in shock, his bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling, speechless. Alan's face was severely injured, so he could no longer see, from his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, there was dried blood, only the corners of his mouth were constantly bleeding fresh blood.

After the pain, Alan rolled his eyes, breathing heavily at the man in front of him, his eyes bleeding.

He was betrayed.

"Josh" sounded weakened, but still filled with indignation, Alan said wryly, "You'd better pray that the future won't fall into my hands!"

The man named Josh was forty years old, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses that looked elegant but also sinister.

Josh is Arnold's boss, Alan's father, who manages the Waltons' business in C City.

After Arnold became ill, the Walton Family shared five or seven, and the Walton family's key privy was also assigned to Alan.

Before his death, Arnold told Alan to find Josh, hoping that Alan, with Josh's help, would continue to stand in City C.

But unexpectedly, after Arnold became ill, Josh developed a desire to betray the Walton family.

"Fall into your hands?" Josh laughs gently, dropping his glasses and gently cleaning them, "Let's see if you survive."

Josh's underling stood behind Alan, grabbing a handful of Alan's hair, and forcing Alan to look up at him.

Alan was in pain, but he bit his teeth and refused to cry out.

Alan was tortured to the point of fainting and then tortured to wake up again and again, just like that all day, but whether it was threats or seduction, Josh couldn't tell what he wanted from Alan's mouth.

Josh held a knife close to Alan's neck artery.

"I'm giving you one last chance." Josh said, "Where's the drawing?"

"So who are you working for?" Alan suddenly asked calmly, "My brother?"

Josh chuckled softly, "It's no use for you now, give you ten seconds to think, after all, the drawing matters, or your life matters."

Alan emotionlessly closed his eyes.

"Okay." Josh feigned regret and sighed, "Don't blame this Uncle Sun."

It was at this moment that Josh's cell phone vibrated.

Josh turned and walked over to the phone, Alan slowly opening his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to untie the strap or hands behind the chair.

He didn't resign himself. how could he die here, he had so much to do!

Josh finished the phone and turned and walked in front of Alan, "You're lucky, someone wants to personally ask you tomorrow about the location of the drawing, so you can continue to live."

Josh finished speaking, gesturing to his subordinates, all leaving the living room.

Josh patted Alan's bloodied face and said with a smile, "You're going to have to volunteer to open your mouth tomorrow "

Alan glared at Josh, saying nothing.