Chapter 129: Escape with the Fatty

Several young men rushed into the toilet and found the clothes thrown in the toilet. They immediately reacted and screamed that they were not good. Someone took Assistant Luo away!

"Stop the person just now!" A young man shouted, and the other two looked at each other for a moment. Seeing the fire sign on the wall, they suddenly realized. They pulled out the red hammer next to them and smashed the glass cover and pressed it on.

A harsh alarm ringing rang throughout the building, and the elevator that was descending also stopped with a loud bang. Wang Sen looked at it and happened to be parked between the second and third floors.

"It's just one floor away!***!" Wang Sen angrily smashed the stainless steel elevator door, took out his pistol and was about to fire, but after thinking about it, he put the gun on it, "Ria, perform the skeletal alienation function."

"Master, what are you going to do?" Rhea asked in confusion. Wang Sen frowned and said impatiently, "Of course I just cut a hole and escaped. If I were caught by Tang Ziqiang, I would definitely not have the best fruits I had!"

"Okay, allocate a thousand psychic energy to perform bone alienation function!" Rhea took out the account book and wrote a note. Wang Sen felt a piercing pain from the back of his hand. He looked at the light orange bone spurs that were coming out on the back of his hand, getting longer and brighter, as if a curved moon emitted a cold cold light.

"Look at me!" Wang Sen gently placed the bone knife on the stainless steel elevator door, and thrust it, as if defeating leather, the thin stainless steel door was pierced immediately. Wang Sen waved it suddenly and cut a square hole in the stainless steel elevator like cutting paper. It was just above the ground on the third floor. Wang Sen first stuffed the fast Luo Luo, who was tied tightly, and then he also got out, carried the fat Luo, and ran out quickly.

The harsh alarm ringtone was still screaming, but Wang Sen had already escaped to the first floor along the fire escape, mixed in a crowd of people who were going downstairs in a hurry and ran out.

"Brother, run away quickly. Why are you carrying this thing when there is a fire?" A colleague said kindly when he saw Wang Sen carrying a heavy thing.

"No, this is arranged by President Tang. We must do it as subordinates!" Wang Sen ran out steadily, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and left in the dust.

"Catch that boy!" A group of young men running down from the fifteenth floor shouted at Wang Sen's back, but it was too late.

The taxi driver knew that there were some things that he could not ask, so he drove the car very fast. After arriving at the door of the company building, Wang Sen carried Fatty Luo out of the taxi, threw it to the driver for 200 yuan, and lay on the car door and smiled at the driver, "Brother, just remember the money, just pretend that the rest is not seen." As he said that, he inadvertently showed the pistol that was not on his waist, which made the driver shudder, "I, I didn't see anything!"

"That's right!" Wang Sen shook his hand and closed the car door with a "slap" and carried Fatty Luo toward the door.

"So it's a kidnapper!" The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the two money falling under his feet, his hands were a little out of control.

Wang Sen patted the back of Fatty Luo's head. Fatty Luo woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had arrived at Tang Wanrong's territory. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry, "Wang Sen, what are you going to do! If you dare to be unfavorable to me, I must sue you!"

"Say me? I'm also a law student." Wang Sen pulled out the gun and pressed it against Fatty Luo's waist and eyes. "Tell you, I've also killed someone. Don't play tricks with me. Believe it or not, I'll shoot you to death!"

"You, you dare!" Although Fatty Luo's mouth was hard, his tone had changed. The experience of Wang Sen putting him into the toilet just now made him feel very humiliated. This is a stain of life.

"You family members, stop burning paper. Come here, come here!" Wang Sen shouted in the distance. The families who were squatting on the ground and choking sobbed all rushed over. Looking at Wang Sen and the fat man with a frustrated face with only a pair of shorts left, they didn't know which song they were singing.

"I think you should remember this person." Wang Sen pointed at Fat Luo, who stood in the crowd, raised his waist, covered his crotch with his hands, and looked bitter. "Did he ask you to come here to make trouble last night, come here to argue, and say that he will give each of you 50,000 yuan after the matter is completed? Tell me, is it him!"

"It's really him, it's him!" A middle-aged man with gray hair recognized Fatty Luo, "It's him. He carried my son's body to my doorstep and said that it was your security guard who killed him!"

"You parents are really confused!" Wang Sen scolded bluntly, "How did your son die? He was killed by this beast driving! He was killed with explosives!"

"Don't spit people with blood, what evidence do you have?" A parent cried and Wang Sen glared at him, "Okay, since you don't believe it, do you dare to pull your son to the police station's autopsy center to check the cause of death?"

"I, why don't I dare!" These parents are not fools. They also know that if the security guard beats someone, there will be ecchymns on their bodies, but the deceased's body is either an explosion or abrasion. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is definitely not a beating to death. They are just trying to get sympathy from public opinion and blackmail some pensions. Anyway, what else can they do if everyone is dead?

"Troubled people, bad guy!" Wang Sen looked at the parents who were shouting, his teeth clattered, and his hands clenched into fists, but he still held back. At this moment, groups of reporters flocked to the square in front of the building, pointing the microphone at the parents for the sake of being in a mess, "What happened last night?"

"As this gentleman said, was your child beaten to death by the security guard of the Down Group?"

"Can you correct the murderer now?"

"They are the murderers!" An angry parent pointed at Wang Sen and said, "All this was planned by them behind the scenes. My child was in vain! Comrade reporters, you must seek justice for us ordinary people!"

"Yes, you can't let these murderers go!" The crowd was once again ignited by anger.

Wang Sen looked at these family members coldly, but these people did not dare to look at Wang Sen. They all lowered their heads. Wang Sen coughed twice, "Dear reporters, if you want to know the truth, I advise you to shut up for five minutes and listen to what this fat man said. Fat man Luo, tell the matter out in its original form!"

"I won't say it, I won't say it if you beat me to death!" Fatty Luo immediately became energetic when he saw the reporter's support, and he was shocked, "Wang Sen, if you have the ability, you can kill me in public!"

"Why do I need to kill you?" Wang Sen sneered coldly, pinched Fatty Luo's waist with his right hand and grabbed it hard. Fatty Luo wailed immediately. Wang Sen smeared the blood of his hands on Fatty Luo's back, "If you don't tell the truth, I will dig out one of your kidneys now. By the way, will you be deficient if you can't sell it at a good price? You will lose!"

"I said, I said, it's not my business. It was all instructed by Tang Ziqiang, the president of the Tang Group!" Fatty Luo said the matter in its original form, and pushed all the charges on Tang Ziqiang. Finally, he emphasized, "All this was instructed by Tang Ziqiang, and I am also a victim!"

"You are also a victim? You drove to kill four young men. Who should I ask for their blood debt?" Wang Sen pushed Fatty Luo into the crowd, and the crowd immediately became angry. Everyone beat Fatty Luo desperately, making this boy cry.

"Reporters, have you all heard it clearly?" Wang Sen sneered, "This matter has nothing to do with our Tangshi Group."

"How could it have nothing to do with the Down Group?" A reporter asked in confusion, and Wang Sen smiled, "Our group is the Tang Poetry Group, the poet's poems, not the Down Group. You must hear it clearly!"
Chapter completed!