Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

The next morning, An Xiaohai received a call from Zhan Weiting, who asked him to meet at the club.

An Xiaohai was going to deal with Ding Ping today and wanted to postpone the meeting until tomorrow, but Zhan Weiting seemed unusually eager. After much persuasion from Zhan Weiting, An Xiaohai finally agreed to meet them.

An Xiaohai put down the phone, and Mai Xiaoyu, who was doing his makeup, covered her mouth and laughed.

"Is it that funny?" An Xiaohai asked with a deliberately serious face, though he actually wanted to laugh too.

The reason Zhan Weiting was so eager to see him was secondary; the main reason was that An Xiaohai had used this as an excuse to openly have the club taken over. Zhan Weiting and his group were now unable to do anything and must be extremely uncomfortable.

"Haha, isn't that funny? Now I finally know what it means for the wicked to be punished by the wicked!"

"Hey, Secretary Xiaoyu, which side are you on?"

"Of course it's on your side. I don't want to be worn down, haha! Okay, that's enough for you. The key is Chen Xun. Now it's his turn."

"Okay," An Xiaohai glanced at himself in the mirror. This time, the makeup was done according to Dr. Yu's description, but Mai Xiaoyu made some adjustments based on her own ideas, making An Xiaohai look much sharper.

Zhou Xun's makeup and styling were particularly difficult to do. Mai Xiaoyu spent two whole hours working on it, but An Xiaohai was still not satisfied.

"There's no other way, this is the best we can do. There are still subtle differences between the mouth and eyes, which I can fix, but once it's done, it can't be moved, otherwise it'll easily break."

"My movements will be quite exaggerated in a moment, and I'll give myself away."

"No need, this is fine. We'll just put two strips of cloth over his eyes and mouth in a bit. It's a kidnapping, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"That's a good idea!" Mai Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow. "I can modify it further. After the modification, even if I punch him a few times in the face, it shouldn't be a problem!"

"That's good, let's do it that way."

"Okay, right away!"

Mai Xiaoyu immediately began making changes, while An Xiaohai, based on his memory, continuously helped Mai Xiaoyu adjust the details.

Sitting in the chair, Zhou Xun looked at Mai Xiaoyu and then at An Xiaohai, her face full of confusion: What do you mean by "give me a few punches in the face"?

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In a remote warehouse

Ding Ping sat quietly in a chair, holding a book. The floor lamp next to her emitted a pale yellow light, illuminating an area of ​​three to five meters, which looked surprisingly warm and inviting.

Ding Ping appeared to be reading a book, but her mind was in turmoil.

From the moment she was arrested, Ding Ping knew she was finished. Although she had imagined being caught countless times, she almost broke down when the cold handcuffs were on her wrists.

What happened next was far beyond Ding Ping's comprehension. She was first placed under strict custody, and then transferred several times before finally being locked up in a specially made cell.

Ding Ping thought she would be interrogated immediately, but she wasn't. No one asked her a single question from beginning to end, not even the person who delivered her meals every day.

After being imprisoned for a while, she was about to be transferred again, but this time an accident occurred. The convoy was attacked, and after a fierce gunfight, she was taken here by a group of masked men.

Ding Ping had no idea where she was or who had brought her there. Her kidnapper was masked and immediately put a hood over her head, so Ding Ping couldn't see what was happening outside.

After being brought here, Ding Ping thought she would soon see the person she longed for, believing that only he could rescue her from the police. But she was disappointed once again.

Even after she was locked up here, no one paid any attention to her.

There was no interrogation, no threats, and no communication. She seemed to have been forgotten by the world, except that her daily meals were much better than before.

Ding Ping kept encouraging herself and forcing herself to stay calm. That person had once told her: if you are arrested, the wisest thing to do is to remain silent. Only silence is the most effective way to resist interrogation.

Ding Ping always believed him without question, and she remained silent, but this silence was so unbearable! Helpless, Ding Ping could only break the silence by asking to read a book.

To her surprise, the other party readily agreed and brought her various books. Ding Ping got through those days by forcing herself to read.

Ding Ping kept observing her surroundings. It seemed to be a remote and old warehouse, with mottled but sturdy cement walls bearing the marks of time.

All exits were sealed with cement, leaving only a small metal door for entry and exit. The door was guarded 24 hours a day. Ding Ping only needed to knock on the door and someone would come in. As long as her requests were not excessive, they would generally be met.

The warehouse also has windows, but they are all very high up and covered by thick canvas, so you can't see the sunlight and you can't tell whether it's day or night outside. The only light comes from the standing lamp next to you.

The warehouse was spacious, but sparsely furnished, with only a table, two chairs, and a bed; otherwise, it was empty. At the other end of the warehouse was a fairly large restroom.

This is the world that imprisons Ding Ping. The only thing Ding Ping is certain of is that this place must be far away from the city.

It's eerily quiet here; you can barely hear any vehicles. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows in through the cracks in the high windows, carrying the scent of grass and fields.

That morning, something different finally happened. Two masked guards suddenly brought in a television set, drilled a hole in the wall, and connected the wires.

Ding Ping sat in the chair, holding the book, watching the two of them do all this without showing any emotion, her heart churning violently once again.

Maybe something will happen soon! Maybe we'll be able to leave this suffocating, hellish place soon!

These people installed the television and left without saying a word.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Ding Ping turned on the TV, but no matter how she adjusted it, the screen remained static.

A deep sense of fear and rage surged uncontrollably from the depths of Ding Ping's heart. She raised the remote control in her hand, intending to smash it on the ground, but in the end, she managed to restrain herself. She put down the remote control, walked to the chair, sat down, and picked up the book again.

This time, however, Ding Ping truly couldn't focus on anything.

This kind of torment is so unbearable!

After some time, Ding Ping seemed to hear a faint car engine sound, followed by a slightly noisy series of footsteps outside, which sounded like a lot of people had arrived.

Ding Ping's heart was filled with excitement once again: Was it him? Had he finally decided to come see me? ...

The sound of chains clanging against the iron gate filled the air, and Ding Ping's heart leaped into her throat.

The small metal door was opened. Outside the door was still the interior of the building, but the lights there were very bright, casting a triangular patch of light on the area around the metal door.

Soft footsteps sounded, and a figure slowly walked in.

Snapped!

Ding Ping dropped the book in her hand to the ground. She quickly stood up and tried to rush forward, but after taking two steps forward, she suddenly stopped. Her eyes changed from surprise to astonishment, and finally to nervousness and panic, with a hint of fear hidden in them!

Ding Ping covered her mouth and kept backing away until she collapsed into a chair.

An Xiaohai walked into the warehouse expressionless, his gaze sharp as a sword. Beside him, Mai Xiaoyu wore a tight leather jacket and smoky makeup, looking both alluring and dangerous.

Two masked men immediately moved a chair behind An Xiaohai. An Xiaohai stared at Ding Ping and sat down steadily in the chair.