Soren Cheng in the Silk Trap Chapter 5

The floor heating in the room is on, and the temperature is 20 degrees, which is the most suitable temperature in winter. It is neither too cold nor too hot to make people feel uncomfortable.

This temperature made Soren Cheng feel painful. With sudden cold and sudden heat, his frozen subcutaneous blood vessels and nerve endings began to stretch. When they stretched, the blood would flow smoothly. When they became smoother, they would feel itchy or even soft.

He was so weak that he wished he could just lie down and sleep, but no, he heard cursing coming from the living room.

That was Elliot Shen's voice, full of fear and intermittent.

Soren Cheng bent down, closed his eyes, supported his knees with both hands to adjust his breathing, and his thick eyelashes like fly legs trembled. He decided to give himself thirty seconds to rest.

It's only thirty seconds, nothing big should happen there.

He silently counted the seconds in his mind. When the time was up, he suddenly opened his eyes and walked towards the living room, his dark and bright pupils filled with murderous intent.

There was a fight going on in the living room with disparity in power, and no one noticed his arrival.

The slippery man who spoke with a greasy accent was no longer in the room, and only Maddox Qi and Elliot Shen were left here.

Maddox Qi was neat and tidy, but his forehead hair was a little scattered. Elliot Shen huddled in the corner, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Maddox Qi stood astride both sides of his body, his head lowered and his chest heaving, his gloomy face expressionless.

You can see that he is angry, the kind of anger that a person who has always been aloof is provoked and resisted, so that he loses his mind, cannot control his strength, and looks like a Sc*mbag.

He stared at Elliot Shen at his feet like a bloodthirsty beast, his chest filled with the desire to abuse.

"What are you scolding me for?" he asked slowly.

"I scolded you," Elliot Shen said, "I just scolded you. A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Why do you do this to me? I'm just here to deliver drinks."

"It's too late." Maddox Qi said, "Before speaking, you think too much. Don't let the curse go out and you won't be able to take it back."

He reached out and pinched Elliot Shen's chin with enough force to crush the bone.

Suddenly Soren Cheng appeared from behind him, picked up a vase and hit him on the back of the head. He then grabbed his shoe and hit him hard on the head several times.

"You gave me a damn thought," Soren Cheng cursed softly, "Who is the audience for this book?"

The European-style vase was placed on the table beside the sofa for decoration. Soren Cheng had just passed by that place. In fact, he felt that it was best to hold a leather pusher that connects to the toilet at this time, so that he could lift it directly to Qibei. On Song's face, the garbage was given a taste of the sewer smell that was most suitable for him.

Maddox Qi fell to the ground, and half of his body pressed heavily on Elliot Shen, who screamed.

Soren Cheng hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his right hand, and made a standard "stop" movement while moving forward, signaling him to be silent.

"Keep quiet," he mouthed to Elliot Shen.

Elliot Shen was stunned due to excessive shock. Soren Cheng patted his tear-stained face twice and silently asked if he heard what I said.

After several seconds, Elliot Shen finally nodded.

Soren Cheng expressed his satisfaction, opened Maddox Qi's big sesame seed cake, and pulled Shen Zi into silence.

Now listen to my command, Soren Cheng signaled.

Elliot Shen shivered and stood up straight, then nodded again.

There is a situation report, Soren Cheng said again.

"Yeah." Elliot Shen agreed.

Soren Cheng said to put on his clothes first.

Elliot Shen then started to button up, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't control them at all.

Soren Cheng waved him over, lowered his head and buttoned the few remaining shirt buttons for him.

Through blurred tearful eyes, Elliot Shen saw several fresh wounds on the other person's hands. The tips of his fingers were still bluish-white from the cold, and they were also trembling, but he deliberately controlled them.

"Your knee hurts," he said shakily.

Soren Cheng glanced down and saw blood stains on Yin Ran. His lips opened and closed and said, "It doesn't matter. It was knocked on the wall."

After getting dressed, he patted Elliot Shen on the shoulder and motioned to leave.

He turned to the master bedroom, pulled off the big sheet in the master bedroom, and then pulled off the sheet in the guest bedroom. He quickly tied the two sheets together diagonally, one end around Elliot Shen's waist, and the other around his own waist.

After confirming everything was done, he took Elliot Shen into the master bedroom bathroom, pointed to the open window and said, "Let's climb down, you first and me last."

He could speak quietly here, because there were several walls between him and he would never be heard in the corridor outside.

"Climb down," Elliot Shen asked in confusion, his throat already broken from the fright he had just suffered.

Soren Cheng looked outside and said, "This is only the third floor, and the window sill is less than ten meters from the ground. You don't have the guts to do it. Besides, I'm holding you."

"I haven't tried it."

"Then try it." Soren Cheng said.

Elliot Shen looked at him and saw that he was very determined and didn't seem to be joking, so he trembled and mustered up the courage to climb out of the window sill.

"Step on that stone flower." Soren Cheng patted the back of his hand to remind him, "After you get down, run away and don't worry about anything else."

"how about you"

"Don't worry about me."

"Who are you?" Elliot Shen asked, "Why do you want to save me?"

Soren Cheng tilted his head and said, "I told you, don't worry about me. I'm insignificant. There's no need to know me."

"You just knocked him out, there won't be any consequences, right?"

"Won't."

"That person seems very powerful"

"If you have anything to say, please be careful and hurry up," Cheng Jijing said lightly.

After being yelled at by Soren Cheng, Elliot Shen immediately climbed down obediently, his movements as clumsy as any untrained person.

Soren Cheng gradually put down the sheets as he moved, and a dragging weight gradually came from his waist.

Although Elliot Shen was thin, he was still a man. Soon, Soren Cheng was knocked down by him and moved more than half a meter towards the window. He had to stand on one foot and press the sole of the other foot tightly against the wall to avoid being pulled down by him.

Suddenly he remembered something and said to the window, "Hey, little waiter."

Elliot Shen responded "What?"

Soren Cheng said, "If you encounter this kind of thing again in the future, you must learn to observe words and expressions. It's okay to suffer a little loss in words. Do you understand?"

Elliot Shen raised his head, his lips trembled slightly, and said nothing.

Soren Cheng smiled and said, "Go home early. Remember not to come to a place like this in the future. There are no good people in this place."

"Not coming." Elliot Shen said.

Soren Cheng steadied himself and continued to do auxiliary work. He found that Elliot Shen was crawling much slower than expected, and he gradually became anxious.

Sure enough, just when he stuck his head out again to see if Elliot Shen had landed, a swift punch came from behind his head.

Soren Cheng turned his body away, and Maddox Qi's first punch missed.

The opponent turned around, furious, and then punched a second time.

Soren Cheng felt that he could no longer hang Elliot Shen, so he dodged and untied the restraints around his waist. Anyway, it was only a few meters high, so even if a person lost his footing and fell, he would not fall to his death. Besides, there was a snowy lawn below.

He threw off the sheets and turned to face Maddox Qi.

Maddox Qi also threw off his shirt, his eyes were burning, his masseter muscles were tightening, and his handsome face was a little distorted.

"Fight" Soren Cheng asked him.

Maddox Qi's expression was as if someone had forced a fly into his mouth, and he had to look directly at those disgusting insects. Fortunately, he could choose not to speak.

Seeing that the other party was determined to hit him, Soren Cheng moved his fingers, took off the two worthless thin rings between his fingers and threw them out of the window. He said, "These two are made of metal after all. I'm afraid they will cut you, so I won't take advantage of them." Cheap."

Maddox Qi sneered, took off his watch and threw it away. The watch, which was probably worth as much as one million yuan, directly collided with the marble floor. It showed that he was really angry, and he still had to solve the problem within five seconds. How much confidence.

He was well trained, with very beautiful muscle groups all over his body, his chest and abdomen were tight, his shoulders and arms were strong, and his legs were long and straight.

But Soren Cheng was not worried, because from the two punches just now, it seemed that Qi Bei Songkong had a fighting stance, but had no actual combat experience at all. It was probably because no one really dared to fight him. In addition, he has so many bodyguards, so there is no need to take action himself when trouble occurs.

And Soren Cheng has fought against all kinds of humanoid muscles, such as those who focus on military and police fighting, such as Sanda masters, such as those who have learned traditional martial arts such as Wing Chun, such as flexible and fierce Muay Thai practitioners, and even those who have just quit. Active Russian military commander.

It was just the time when he competed with the Russian military master that he suffered a big loss. Although it was just a friendly match and the opponent did not try his best, he ended up with a rib contusion. Even breathing was painful for two weeks after he returned, so he had to keep light. He spoke slowly, didn't dare to run, didn't dare to breathe, and didn't dare to laugh loudly. The brothers called him Xi Tzu in front of his face because he always held his chest with a frown on his face.

Soren Cheng thought, now you are stronger and I am weaker in terms of physical fitness, but I have experience and you have no experience, so we are even.

"Come on," he said, calmly.

However, in the first round, he was almost grazed by Maddox Qi's fist. It was all because of the fishnet socks on his feet, which slipped on the tiles.

Soren Cheng lost his balance and slid to the side, kneeling on one knee. As soon as he stood up, he slipped again and said "Ah" in embarrassment.

The opponent's haste gave Maddox Qi the illusion of victory, and he laughed cruelly, automatically shortening the time to knock down Soren Cheng to three seconds in his mind.

But Soren Cheng had spotted the opening and got out of the bathroom, and his feet landed lightly and deftly on the carpet of the master bedroom.

"It won't count just now, let's start again," he said.

Maddox Qi couldn't wait for him to announce the rules, so he ran a few steps and caught up with him with another punch.

I thought that Soren Cheng would fall down, but he didn't expect that the man's punch would go astray with just a slight push.

Then Soren Cheng pushed his forehead back with one hand and held his elbow with the other hand with dazzling speed. As soon as his head returned to its original position, the opponent's hand had already slid along his forearm and grabbed his wrist, turning and twisting it at the same time.

Before he knew what was happening, his right arm had already been pinned behind his back by the anti-joint joint. When severe pain came, he fell face down to the ground in a state of despair.

"I won," Soren Cheng pressed his back and said, "Do you want to convince my big benefactor?"