Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  There was a lot of money in the box.

  “Thank you, my brother,” one of the men said.

  “Well, as long as things are done well, the money will definitely be indispensable. You know the strength of that person,” Brother Chen said.

  Though they were usually arrogant, they could not unveil it to the public.

  “Well, you have been busy. What about other people?” Brother Chen asked.

  “OK, OK. Let’s go,” one of the men said.

  With a big box of money, they left happily and cautiously.

  “That was a lot of money!” one of the men exclaimed.

  “Nonsense. Let’ hurry and find a bank,” the other man said. “Rich people are generous, but now we have to transfer the money. We can’t carry a lot of cash with us.”


  “Elder brother, will they be complicit?” the other man asked.

  “Let people inquire about the whereabouts of the other people,” the other man replied. “Whoever dares to be lazy, I will cut him!”


  There were only a few men left in the abandoned factory.

  “Well, I don’t know your name. I will ask you questions and you will answer,” Brother Chen said to the man who was hoisted up. He was cold and snakelike. “A lot of the people I have met were unyielding at the beginning, but then they all regretted it.”


  A young man next to him took a toolbox and placed it on the table next to him.

  “Let me show you something,” Brother Chen said.

  The box was opened. Inside it were knives, needles, scissors, hammerheads, syringes, and drugs.

  “These will be used later,” Brother Chen said. “First, let me introduce myself. My name is Han Chen. My job is to inquire about something, and, um, you can consider it as a confession by torture.”


  He took a small hammer from the box.

  Ah! The screams came from the abandoned factory buildings and spread away without drifting far. After an hour of hard work, the person who had been hoisted and tortured, but there was no blood flowing out of his body.

  “Hey, it’s a stubborn person!” Han Chen exclaimed.

  “Hey, there is a phone call from Mr. Sun,” one of his men said.

  “Get it quickly,” Han Chen said. “Hello, Mr. Sun,”


  “Did you get the answer?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked.

  “Yes, it’s in……” Han Chen told him the answer.

  “Well done.” Sun Zhengrong hung up the phone. He had a gloomy face.

  “Found it?” Uncle Lin asked.

  “Yes, they found it at the Han home,” he replied.

  “Han?” Uncle Lin asked?

  “Yes. No wonder it was hard to find it and then suddenly turned up,” Sun Zhengrong said. “The original thing has not been forgotten. Some people do not deserve pity!”


  “I will arrange it right away,” Uncle Lin said……

  Among the villas somewhere in the island city……

  “Master, Xiao Wu didn’t come back after he went out,” a younger man said.

  “What about the phone call?” an old man asked.

  “I can’t get through,” the younger man replied.

  “Oh, something must have gone wrong,” the old man said with a sigh. “Let’s go.”


  “Sun Zhengrong is still fine,” the younger man said.

  “No, no!” the older man explained. “What about his son?”


  “I heard he is in a small mountain village,” the younger man replied.

  “A village? Ha-ha.” The old man coughed.

  “Should we go to the small mountain village?” the younger man asked.

  “I am going to talk to the Mr. Han,” the old man said.

  “The guru is going to leave?” the younger man asked.

  “Well, these days have been a bother to you,” the old man said.

  “Where are you going? I will send a car for you,” the younger man said.

  “We should leave as soon as possible.” The old man next to him smiled……

  On the seaside of Dao……

  “Like what I’ve said, Zhao Yinghao, we are finished. Please don’t entangle me anymore.” The pretty woman said hardheartedly as the sea breeze blew her hair.

  “I……” The young man looked more depressed after listening, just like the blue waves in front of him. Suddenly, the phone rang. “Hey. What? OK. I know.”


  “I am leaving,” the man whispered.

  After a long silence, the woman said, “Goodbye. No, it should be said that we’ll never see each other again.”


  The man licked his fist, turned, and left. There seemed to be tears in the eyes of the women.

  This kind of scene seemed to be often found in love dramas. The relations between men and women seemed to be broken and linked again. There was always saying goodbye and leaving, dying, etc.

  “Xiao Wu?” Zhao Yinghao returned to the villa but found that his younger brother had not returned.

  “Xiao Wu was involved in an accidents,” the skinny man said.

  “What happened?” Zhao Yinghao asked.”


  The skinny man shrugged. “He was killed.”


  “What?” Zhao Yinghao listened to his words. The blue veins on his forehead swelled. “Who?”


  “Younger brother, calm down. Do you need me to answer such a simple question?” The skinny man smiled.

  They came to this city with a simple purpose: revenge. Unfortunately, the other party was not easy to be handled. Because of a big problem with their master’s body, the matter could not wait.

  “You still laughed?” Zhao Yinghao said.

  “What should I do, cry?” the skinny man asked.

  “You really have no conscience? He is your younger brother,” Zhao Yinghao said.

  “Hey, you saw my sunny smile. In fact, my heart is sad and crying,” the skinny man said.

  The old man interrupted their conversation. “Yinghao, you have some misunderstandings about Chaoyang. He cares a lot about you, but the performance may be slightly more than you think.”


  These few people were apprentices. The old man was very clear to the temperament of each person. He had taught them since they were teenagers, so he knew all aspects of them well.

  “Yes, Master,” Zhao Yinghao said immediately and respectfully after listening.

  “You’re going to prepare. We’ll leave right away. What about that girl thing?” the old man asked.

  “I have broken up with her,” Zhao Yinghao replied.

  “That’s good,” the old man said.

  The car was not ready yet. Mr. Han hurried over. “Guru, it’s not good. They already know you are here. The police are already on the way. You have to hurry and leave.”


  “So smart.” The skinny man smiled.

  “What do you mean?” Han Chen listened with a sigh. “I swear, it is definitely not me who speak out!”


  The old man was very solemn and said, “I still believe Mr. Han. Please arrange a car for us.”


  “It has already been arranged,” Han Chen said. “You need to go as soon as possible.”


  Just like a classic TV or movie scene, the police arrived just a moment too late. The car had already left. The monk could run, but the donor could not. Han Chen was arrested.

  “No, police comrades, you are mistaken!” He pleaded with the officers. “Why are you catching me?”


  “We are holding all wanted criminals,” the officer said.

  “Criminals, what?” Han Chen was shocked. A wanted order was unfolded and placed in front of him. “Wait, this date!”


  The order had today’s date. It had to be because of Sun Zhengrong.

  Meanwhile, the car had sped away at a rapid speed. It went to fast that a tire was punctured.

  “It must be because of Mr. Han,” the skinny man said as he put out his tongue and licked his mouth. “Master?”


  “Forget it,” the old man said. “Take the time to find a solution.”


  Just as they stopped to repair the car, Han Chen, who was in the police station, spoke about all the things he knew.

  “They went to the mountain village?” Sun Zhengrong knew the bad news immediately. He hurriedly called his son and arranged a large number of people to go to the mountain village.

  “Master, beware of fraud,” Uncle Lin said. “They might turn the tiger away from the mountain.”


  “Well, we must be careful. It can’t happen in the mountain village,” Sun Zhengrong said. “I can’t let Dr. Wang be affected because of me.”