Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

outside the house.

Yang Bai lay half-lying outside the hole carved out of the stone, using the gap to see clearly what was inside the house.

The seasoned militiaman beside him also lowered his body, gripped his gun firmly with both hands, and breathed very softly, deliberately suppressing the rise and fall of his chest, for fear of making the slightest noise to disturb the people inside the house.

Inside the room, Chen Biao's head drooped, his upper body slumped on the table, and a soft snoring sound came from his throat, with the smell of alcohol emanating from his breath.

Chen De clung to his last shred of consciousness, leaning against the wall, his head swaying from side to side, his vision unfocused, his eyelids drooping, completely out of his mind.

Chen Dahai, still bound hand and foot with ropes, lay quietly against the headboard.

His gaze swept lightly over the two drunken figures, then he looked calmly toward the cave entrance blocked by stones, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

He knew that Yang Bai was in position and the time was right.

Yang Bai slowly withdrew his gaze from the crack, turned his head, and whispered to the militiaman beside him, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear him.

"That's about it, now."

Yang Bai reached out and moved the large rock aside, revealing a hole just big enough for a person to bend down and crawl through.

He ducked down and crawled inside first, while the militiaman gripped his rifle tightly and followed closely behind, vaulting into the house.

When Chen Dahai saw the two of them come in, he pulled his wrists free, and the rope that had been binding his wrists slipped to the side. He then used the scissors he had been hiding in his palm to cut the knots on his feet in a few quick movements, and used the edge of the bed to get off.

Yang Bai was slightly taken aback when he saw him untie the ropes binding him.

He wasn't surprised that Chen Dahai could untie the rope himself, but rather that the two brothers had been watching him for so long without noticing that the rope on his hands had already been cut.

That's incredibly stupid.

Yang Bai chuckled silently, walked over to the unconscious Chen De, and pulled away the sharp knife that was pressed against the corner of the table.

On the other side, the militiamen also stepped forward and confiscated the knife from Chen Biao's hand.

With the biggest threat eliminated, Yang Bai reached out to Chen Dahai.

"Old Chen, the rope."

Chen Dahai looked down at the old rope that had broken in two on the ground; it was clearly unusable.

He turned around, opened the cabinet, pulled out four brand-new, sturdy hemp ropes, and tossed them over.

Yang Bai and the militiamen reached out and caught them, then quickly and swiftly bound Chen Biao and Chen De's hands and feet tightly.

Surprisingly, despite all the commotion, the two were completely drunk and just slept soundly, snoring away.

Yang Bai smiled and shook his head.

"These two are incredibly stupid, Old Chen. Should we give them a beating to vent our anger?"

"Just consider it a way to vent your anger, after all, they also ruined your two bottles of red wine."

Chen Dahai waved his hand, his face showing no anger.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to hit them. Let's send them to the commune quickly. I don't want to see these two idiots again."

The militiaman raised his hand in response.

"I'll go get the tractor."

He opened the door and ran quickly toward the tractor parked deep in the woods.

Before long, the chugging roar of a tractor came from afar and approached the gate of the courtyard.

Yang Bai and Chen Dahai each grabbed one of them and together lifted Chen Biao and Chen De up, then threw them heavily into the back of the tractor.

The two men then climbed into the back of the tractor, which roared to life and sped off toward the commune.

The dirt road was bumpy, kicking up dust all the way.

The howling wind lashed against my face, and all I could hear was the deafening roar of tractors.

A gust of cold wind blew into Chen De's back compartment, and he groggily opened his eyes.

My head was still spinning and throbbing; the effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off yet.

"Where am I?"

His gaze slowly focused, and what came into view was a bumpy country dirt road. It was no longer Chen Dahai's house. His drowsy mind instantly cleared up.

He hurriedly turned his head and saw Chen Biao lying on the side, still fast asleep. Yang Bai was sitting on the right side of the back compartment, while Chen Dahai was sitting on the left side of Chen De.

"You! You took advantage of our momentary lapse in attention, how despicable!" Chen De struggled to get up, but was held tightly by the rope.

"Put me down if you dare, I'll fight you one-on-one."

Yang Bai raised the gun and gently pressed the muzzle against his forehead.

"Stop talking nonsense, your brain is like mush."

The cold, hard muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, and Chen De froze instantly, his hair standing on end.

"Please, please don't shoot! Please don't shoot! We can talk about anything."

He frantically twisted his body, repeatedly nudging Chen Biao, who was sleeping like a log beside him, with his elbow.

Frustrated by the bumping and being tossed around repeatedly, Chen Biao finally opened his eyes in annoyance and started cursing.

"Who dares disturb my sleep!"

"Second Brother!" Chen De shouted in a low voice, indicating that his hands and feet were already tightly bound with rope.

Chen Biao suddenly saw Yang Bai standing to the side, and then looked down at his own hands and feet, which were tightly bound. His heart jumped into his throat.

"What happened? Yang Bai, didn't you go to the commune?"

He twisted his body in a panic.

"Why am I tied up?"

Chen De rolled his eyes, feeling utterly powerless.

A smile appeared on Yang Bai's lips.

"Yes, we are going to the commune, but we're sending you to prison."

Chen Dahai reached out and patted Chen Biao's thick shoulder.

"You just drank a bottle of my foreign liquor, that cost a hundred yuan. Tell me, add in the kidnapping and abduction, how many years would that be?"

Chen Biao's fat body jerked violently, his face instantly turning pale. He had already been captured, and no matter how much he struggled, it was all in vain.

"I... I can pay back the money. A hundred dollars. I'll sell everything in the house and I can pay it back!"

"Can you let us go? I have children at home."

On the back of the tractor, Yang Bai, Chen Dahai, and the militiamen couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing what they heard.

Chen Biao stood frozen in place, only able to force a smile and let out two awkward laughs.

Yang Bai laughed until tears welled up in his eyes.

"What the hell? Do you think we're as stupid as you? You have kids at home? When you held Old Chen hostage with a knife, did you ever think about having kids at home?"

"Why don't you think about it? Old Chen's life is also a human life."

Chen Biao frowned and mumbled an explanation.

"But, but I didn't really lay a hand on anyone. I didn't intend to hurt anyone. I just wanted to scare you and force you to destroy all the evidence."

Chen De, on the other hand, adopted a posture of being ready to risk everything and die.

"Brother, don't waste your breath on them. So what if we go to jail? Wait till we get out, you'll see!"

Yang Bai raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Chen Dahai.

"Oh, so you dare to make threats. Good for you. When we get to the commune, we'll tell the director exactly what you said and see if we can get you a few more years in prison."

Chen Dahai nodded slightly.

That makes sense.