Chapter 746: 778 Meng Ping is Humiliated

Chapter 746: Chapter 778 Meng Ping is Humiliated

“Where is he?” the boss asked, referring to the person who had acted on their behalf, “You didn’t finish him off, how could they agree?”

“I told him we’d bring him to the mountains and bury him alive.”

Upon hearing this, the man relaxed, “Well then, hurry and bury him alive in the mountains. Bringing him to me is just asking for trouble!” Though he didn’t know who he was dealing with, he was sure the man was not someone to mess with. He still wanted to survive in this world! Crossing him would be a death wish.

“Boss, listen to me,” the person who had brought Meng Ping whispered into the man’s ear, “This kid is rich, incredibly rich. It would be a shame to kill him just like that; we could make a fortune off him before he dies.”

“Really?” the man was skeptical.

“As true as it gets,” the person hastily assured, “He’s behind several big projects in the city, and it’s said he has assets overseas, too.”

“Yes, yes, yes… he admitted it himself.”

Meng Ping, jarred by the bumpy car ride, which, combined with the cut he had made on his own wrist, left him feeling both dizzy and in pain. The wound had stopped bleeding, but it still hurt terribly. He had barely recovered a bit when he overheard the two men’s conversation and spoke up bluntly and directly, “I’m Second Young Master Meng, and you don’t even bother to find out who’s got money? If I say I’m second, who has the guts to claim they’re first?”

His arrogant words convinced the man in an instant; this kind of confidence couldn’t be faked by just anyone.

“Bring him in here,” the man bellowed, and immediately people pushed and shoved Meng Ping inside.

The factory was huge and cluttered with a mess of things. As soon as Meng Ping entered, a sour and stinking smell assaulted him, almost making him vomit.

“Is this place even fit for people?”

“You looking to die? Even tied up you still have a smart mouth.” Angrily, one of them kicked him, causing Meng Ping to buckle over but endure the pain. He swore to himself that he would repay the suffering he endured today many times over.

Didn’t they bother to find out? Daring to capture Meng Ping, they must be tired of living.

“Not a smart mouth, but rather pity for you,” Meng Ping coughed, producing a very pitiable sound. His previous injuries had not fully healed, and now he had been attacked again when he was captured—probably internal injuries this time. Who knows how long it would take to recover?

“Cough, cough…” Meng Ping suppressed his cough, “Isn’t living in a place like this pitiful? You could be living in the finest places, sleeping with the sexiest women, drinking the best alcohol, but instead, you foolishly don’t know how to enjoy life.”

“You know?”

“Look here, punk, don’t get cocky, or I might just kill you right now.”

“If you kill me, forget living in this rundown factory—you won’t even deserve a cell.”

“Pretty arrogant?”

“Release me, and you’ll see if I have the right to be arrogant.”

Meng Ping’s words made many people’s eyes gleam with greed, their faces flushed with excitement. Only the big man remained relatively calm as he squeezed past the crowd and walked up to Meng Ping.

The factory was so dark it didn’t even have electric lights, just two kerosene lamps that barely illuminated anyone, casting vague shadows. Yet, the big man still got a clear look at Meng Ping’s face and was utterly taken aback.

“Fuck! There’s a man who looks even prettier than a woman?”

“That’s right!” One lecherous man drooled as he stared at Meng Ping, “With such beauty, sleeping with him once would be worth dying for.”

Meng Ping’s handsome eyes narrowed dangerously, a sudden rush of murderous intent surging through him.

“Alright, kid, you’ve even got the nerve to hit on men, huh?”