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The money that friend lent him was naturally enough to start a small company and let Nankang start from scratch again, but after seeing the text message of the bank card credit card and confirming that the money had really arrived, Nankang went to the most expensive and high-end nearby Consumption in star-rated restaurants has become much happier.

  Consumption is addictive, especially in Nankang, when he went from rich to poor, pressed his face into the mud, and then got this money that he didn't even care about before, it can almost be called revenge consumption.

   Said that he wanted to make a comeback, Nankang turned his head and had a refreshing drink, lying on the comfortable big bed in the hotel drunk and having fun wantonly.

   But money is also limited.

   "Hi sir, this is your tip for these days, please pay it off."

   "Boss Nan is here again? Could it be that the nobleman forgot about the dishes last time and hasn't paid the bill yet."

   "All good cigarettes and alcohol are reserved for you, this money—"

  Countless voices filled Nankang's brain, knocking him down from the heavenly life and returning to the cold and ruthless reality.

   He spent all his money and had nothing left.

But my friend has called him again and again. At the beginning, he smiled and cared about him, asking how the company is doing. Later, he blatantly threatened that if Nankang didn't pay the money, he would have plenty. Ways to deal with it.

   "I can ask you to pay back the money no matter what, but I'm not a wicked person."

   "I can give you another two days of grace, but you'd better not play any tricks, Nankang."

   "We agreed at the beginning, five times, not a penny less. If you want to run away or have other thoughts... then don't blame me."

  The other party's cold tone was like a viper, hissing out the letter.

  Even through the threat of the phone, Nankang's face turned pale, and his heart fell into a pool of stagnant water like a falling abyss, feeling the bone-chilling chill.

   "I...I see." Nankang responded boldly.

  The other party smiled in satisfaction, "Okay, then I'll wait for good news from Boss Nan."

  The words of the boss were deliberately emphasized by the other party, but it was even more ironic.

  Nan Kang knew that he had fallen into the trap of the other party, but he had no choice but to struggle and find a way to find money to fill the hole.

  So he set his mind on Murong Qiao, followed her to find an opportunity, and forced her into the alley.

  He directly tied Murong Qiao's hands behind his back with the rope he had prepared earlier, so as not to cause any accidents, and then let go of the hand covering the opponent's mouth.

   "What are you going to do?" Murong Qiao looked at him.

  She was caught off guard by Nan Kang, and the rough cold wall on her back tried to calm her down rationally.

  Nan Kang didn't answer first, but took out a fruit knife from his pocket, made two unfamiliar gestures to pretend to be a threat, and found her mobile phone from Murong Qiao's bag by the way.

   It's ridiculous to say that even this fruit knife was stolen by Nankang just now.

   "Murong's family is not very rich, you call your older brothers and ask them to send me 20 million, and I will let you go." Nankang grinned.

  The originally elegant and calm face was covered by ferocity. Murong Qiao looked at the malice and greed and eagerness in Nankang's eyes, and secretly analyzed how to get out of the situation in front of him.

  The sky had turned from dusk to darkness before midnight, and Murong Qiao couldn't hear anything except Nankang's rough voice threatening.

   She had little hope.

  So Murong pretended to be obedient, lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows to make himself appear as weak as possible, so as to relax Nankang's vigilance.

   "Then give me your phone, I'll make a call."

  Her request was not too much. Murong Qiao planned that before Nankang could react, pressing the SOS by herself should have some effect.

  But Nankang was very vigilant, even after hearing Murong Qiao's words, he deliberately held the phone a little far away from Murong Qiao.

  He said coldly, "You tell me the password, and I'll call."

  Nankang, who was impatient, became cautious at this time. After all, it was a fox, so Murong Qiao was on guard.

  Murong Qiao frowned. Seeing this, he had no choice but to change his strategy and say the password, watching Nankang unlock his phone.

  He clicked into the contacts, and immediately wanted to call Murong Chen, who said "big brother" at the beginning, his eyes lit up with greed and desire, as if 20 million had already flown into his hand.

  But in fact, the money owed by Nankang is only 8 million even if the repayment is five times the repayment, but now that he is forced to die, he is still broken, and he simply wants another big sum.

  He had had enough of a happy life, so he naturally didn't want to look at people's faces like a dog and beg for survival.

   "If you dare to talk about me later..." Nankang turned to look at Murong Qiao.

  He didn't forget to threaten Murong Qiao, but at this time Nankang's attention was all on Murong Qiao, so he was defenseless and vigilant of the thoughts around him.

   Naturally, he did not see Nan Jin who was quietly approaching from behind him on tiptoe.

   "Ah!!" Nankang let out a scream.

  Before the call was connected, he was hit **** the back, causing his body to stagger and stagger to the side.

  Nan Jin kicked Nan Kang hard, and before he could slow down, he quickly freed his sister's wrist.

   "Jojo! How are you!"

  Nan Jin asked eagerly, her eyes swept across Murong Qiao's body from top to bottom, at least after confirming that there were no superficial wounds, she breathed a sigh of relief.

  Murong Qiao shook his head, "It's fine."

   Before Nan Kang could do anything to her, Nan Jin came.

   "That's good, that's good..." Nan Jin took a deep breath.

  He didn't expect this to happen just because he was a few minutes late.

  Seeing Nan Kang threatening his sister, Nan Jin's heart was pounding, and she felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

   Fortunately, when he approached just now, Nan Kang was patronizing Murong Qiao, and the sky was also dark, which allowed Nan Jin to seize the opportunity.

   "Nan Jin... well, you have already helped your sister, haven't you!" Nan Kang scolded angrily.

  He didn't expect Nan Jin to appear to disrupt his plan, and he also heard Nan Jin's concern for Murong Qiao, which made Nan Kang even more angry.

  He was so angry that he picked up the fruit knife that fell to the ground just now, and pointed at Nan Jin and Murong Qiao who were standing together.

  Seeing that Murong Qiao was about to pick up the phone to call the police, Nankang sent the knife forward without thinking, and immediately wanted to stab Murong Qiao to force her to give up calling the police.

   "You forced me to do this!"

  Nankang, whose eyes were full of only anger, seemed to have forgotten that the man and woman in front of him were his own son and daughter, and his killing intent reached its peak at this moment.

   "Jojo get out of the way!" Nan Jin pushed her.

Nan Kang's decisive and sudden move, Nan Jin pushed Murong Qiao backward with one hand, while the other hand pointed forward, unable to withstand the strength of Nan Kang's anger, Nan Jin had to use flesh and blood to touch the cold blade.

  Blood bloomed wantonly in the palm of her hand, but Nan Jin ignored the pain, gritted her teeth and kicked Nan Kang's lower body while holding her breath.

  Nan Kang's figure was unstable, Nan Jin seized the opportunity, directly picked up the iron lid of the trash can next to him with his still intact hand, and slapped Nan Kang on the head.

  The buzzing sound made Nankang's head blank immediately, and Nan Jin knocked down the knife in his hand, and then saw that his field of vision turned bloody.