The Price of Exposing Your Wife, Part 3 (Repost)

(7) The lewd scheme

finally stopped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But my wife was still convulsing violently, which was really worrying
...

However, I was still hoping that the police would arrive soon. But... I had only said half of it, and I didn't know if
the police had heard correctly. To make matters worse, my phone was also missing...

At this moment, my wife's violent convulsions subsided a little, but the men in the audience started shouting again,
"Don't stop! Continue! Let that woman have sex to death!"

The men in the audience were very excited. It seemed that they were not satisfied with why it had stopped. These men
did not care whether my wife would be played to death. They only cared about seeing her have fun. The whole scene seemed
to be about to get out of control again.

I thought, could it be... that another wave is about to start?

I stretched out my index finger and shook it at the second-in-command on the stage to signal, "Stop! Stop!"

The second-in-command nodded vigorously at me

, indicating he knew I was on stage. He picked up the microphone and tried to
smooth things over, saying, "Everyone, don't get excited. Let's take this woman to the back to rest. There'll be something even more exciting later, okay?"

The men in the audience shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! It'll be even more amazing later..."

Just that one sentence silenced the frenzied men in the audience. The second-in-command on stage
shrugged at me, as if to say, "Don't worry, he's taken care of it!"

Suddenly, I had a feeling that the second-in-command was suddenly helping me. Was he really that kind?
Impossible...!

At that moment, I was thinking that if the call to the police went through, they should be able to
rescue my wife soon. Thinking this, I felt much more relaxed and started paying attention to my surroundings, so I
could use this opportunity if things got out of control.

I walked out from backstage, and then I noticed that the man who had been so aggressive towards me was very tall and
strong. He glanced at me, a wicked lewd smile on his lips, and then bent down to pick up my wife. My wife
was still trembling slightly.

Watching him carry my naked wife to the back, I felt a pang of unease. I wanted
to rush onto the stage, but I restrained myself for the time being. While I was waiting for the police to arrive, I couldn't let him ruin
my wait.

I saw the second-in-command drive a black sedan, backing up to the backstage area. Then I saw the man carrying my wife
, with another man helping to open the car door, place my naked wife into the empty back seat.
The second-in-command then told them all to leave .

He got out of the driver's seat and walked towards me. He smiled easily and said, "Don't worry,
let your wife rest and sleep for a while. I'm on your side..." Haha,

I pretended to thank him and nodded, then said, "If you really want to help me, you should
let me take my wife home right away!"

Of course, I didn't trust this second-in-command at all; he couldn't be that kind. So, I pretended, waiting for the
right moment, to find a way to at least safely rescue my wife. I didn't care about my fate, even
losing my life, but I had to make sure my wife was safely rescued!

The second-in-command suddenly leaned closer and whispered, "Brother, I've been practically by your side the whole time, helping
you with so many things, and I still haven't even touched your wife!"

Hearing this, I thought to myself, "See? He's showing his true colors!" I immediately said coldly, "
What do you want...? To play with my wife until she dies...?"

"Oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding," the second-in-command smiled and continued, "It's like this, I suddenly
have something urgent to deal with and need to leave for a while, but I haven't even touched your wife yet... Anyway, your wife
needs to rest, so..."

He continued cautiously, "I'll drive that black car over there and park it a little further away
, then I'll leave your wife alone in the car to rest safely for 3-4 hours. I'll strictly order them
to only stay here with you; no one is allowed near the car, okay?

I've done so much for you, so when I come back I should touch your wife's amazing body!

Then you can take your wife home, that's it!"

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what kind of wicked plan this second-in-command was plotting. I simply replied, "Hmm! When you
come back, you can only touch and play with her by yourself. No more group activities, and
you can't do anything like what happened just now, which almost caused harm to my wife!

Then we'll end tonight's business and let me take my wife home!"

I thought to myself, "Is this my chance?" Of course, I should quickly agree to his request and make a few more tentative
requests to see how he responds. The longer I delay, the better the chances of the police arriving. Sigh…
If the phone isn't missing, it'll be easier to call for help later…

The second-in-command immediately said very politely, "Of course, of course, I told you not to worry too much, haha
~" Then I saw him walk back to the driver's seat. I really couldn't figure out what was wrong. This guy agreed so readily;
he must have some kind of plan in mind…

I saw the second-in-command drive the black sedan towards the backstage area, but it seemed to get stuck. He leaned
out of the window and shouted to the back, "How did you guys drive here?"

Several men pointed and said loudly that you couldn't drive straight through; there was a soft muddy area in the middle where you'd get stuck. You
had to go around the small hill on the left side of the backstage area to get a hard road.

I watched coldly, wondering if he was going to speed away and take my wife with him?

But if they wanted to do that, I think they would have killed me and taken my wife away long ago. They
wouldn't have delayed until now. So I really can't understand what kind of wicked plan they're up to.

I saw the second-in-command drive his black sedan around to the backstage area, behind a small mound. That mound was only about
one story high, so you couldn't see what was behind it from here. Then I saw the black sedan drive around to the other side of the mound and
slowly pull up to a spot a short distance from the backstage area

. The second-in-command got out of the car and hopped back, instructing everyone, "No one is allowed to disturb
that woman! And no one is allowed to get close!!"

Then he came over and grinned at me, saying, "Don't do anything reckless, okay? He'll definitely let me take my wife home in the end."
He said he'd already helped me so much, and hoped I wouldn't suddenly run off and snatch my wife away! He

wanted me to wait for him to come back so he could have his fun…

I slowly nodded, pretending to agree, but in my heart, I
knew something was wrong. His way of speaking was completely different from before. Could he really be rushing somewhere to do something? Anyway, I figured the
longer I delayed, the better the chance of the police arriving.

Just then, I saw the second-in-command running quickly, talking on his cell phone, towards the backstage area to the left…
I suddenly seemed to realize something

, but two men tapped me on the right, interrupting my thoughts. I turned around. These two
were clearly skilled fighters, yet they were both very polite to me, saying that since the second-in-command was n't around
, I could contact them if I needed anything… I thought to myself, "Hmph, too much politeness always has a trick…"

They're obviously hiring two thugs to monitor and control me, aren't they?

I glanced at the black sedan where my wife was resting not far backstage, wondering, "Would these
wolves and tigers really let my wife rest like this?" Thinking that

there must be an even more lewd plan waiting for me

, I turned to my left and saw the second-in-command standing backstage to the left rear. Just then, two men on my right patted
me and called me. I turned around, and they asked if I wanted a cigarette.

I impatiently said I had one and turned my head back to my left. I
turned to my left reflexively because I didn't want to see those two men.

But they called me again, and one of the men even went around to my left, blocking my view. Suddenly
, I had a feeling that these two men had prevented me from looking in that direction two or three times…

At this moment, I glared at the man on my left and coldly said, "So? Are you already planning to kill me?"

Both of them took a step back, waving their hands and quickly denying it. I took the opportunity to look at my left,
glancing around because I felt they had been trying to prevent me from looking to my left

. However, I didn't see anything unusual. I did see the second-in-command get into an SUV on the backstage left rear
and quickly drive further and further away from the riverbank. Once on the other side of the riverbank, he got off. At this moment,
the man on my left leaned over again, blocking my view, and asked if I wanted betel nuts.

I ignored him, found a chair, and took out a cigarette. The two men next to me immediately
lit it for me. As I smoked, I quietly watched the black sedan not far from the backstage area, trying to calm myself down and
think things through.

Just then, some men on and off the stage on the left had their phones ringing one after another and quickly left to start the cars and motorcycles parked around.
Oh? Suddenly, four men in one car, two men on each of the two motorcycles, all
leaving?

I thought to myself, "That's even better, it would be best if they all left." There were still nearly 30 men on and off the stage. I watched
the car and two motorcycles speeding away towards the riverbank to the left...

I coldly observed the men on and off the stage, and I noticed...

the remaining men seemed to be waiting for something, each doing some trivial thing to pass
the time.

Looking at them, I noticed something else...

there weren't as many audience members as before. Perhaps some of the men in the audience before were
genuinely but now, it was obvious that these remaining men
knew the people on stage

. I knew it! It wasn't a coincidence before. When I tried to get onto the stage from one side, a group of spectators would push and shove me.
I even called the police, and a few people knocked me down, and my phone disappeared!

Many of their men were scattered throughout the audience, constantly monitoring me.

Then I thought, they're no longer pretending to be spectators. Does this mean they've achieved their mission? Perhaps
they've even achieved their goal?

They must have achieved something. So what are they waiting for?

Just then, I heard the distant sound of police sirens from the other side of the riverbank. Fantastic!!
Forget all your conspiracies, the police are here!! Yes!! Yes!!

A feeling of excitement, like winning the lottery jackpot, surged up

. Wait, wait? The distant police sirens seemed to stop, then faded away again
…? What's going on?

Weren't those the same police officers I just called?

Half an hour had passed, and some of their phones started ringing. The men who
rang immediately showed excited, lewd expressions. Some even glanced at me furtively. It felt strange
. They quickly started their cars and motorcycles, and another car and two motorcycles drove off

. What? Were they off duty?

Going to find women to have fun? "Whatever," I thought, continuing to watch my wife's black car and waiting
for an opportunity to deal with these two men, snatch my wife, and escape. I didn't care about my life, but I
had to be certain I'd rescue her.

Just then, the man next to me handed me his phone, saying the second-in-command wanted to speak to me. I took it and heard the second-in-command's
helpless voice say he'd just received a message that I'd called the police…

I grunted, not replying, and secretly glanced at the two men beside me. It seemed this call might mean
the second-in-command was about to turn hostile, since he knew I'd called the police?

I figured I was in for a fierce fight. Looks like I'd have to fight alone in the end. Okay, let's go!

I prepared myself for a fight even if it meant risking my life!

The second-in-command continued, "Please, don't do anything reckless! The police matter has been resolved, it's all over!"

His concise and powerful words made me feel like he wasn't really going to turn hostile.

I retorted to the second-in-command on the phone, "How did you know I called the police?"

He said he had people positioned on the other side of the riverbank, along both roads leading to the riverbank, to
block the police. Now, that man claimed to have reported the incident, and the police were probably looking for his girlfriend
. What a close call!

He then whispered to me that he hadn't told his other brothers about this, otherwise my wife would have
been taken away by them immediately and held hostage, never to return…

He added with a wry smile, "Please, don't do anything rash, otherwise it'll be difficult for me to keep helping you."

I coldly replied, "I just want to take my wife back quickly. You hurry up and finish this so we can get back to the end!"

He replied, "Okay, okay, don't rush, don't worry..." and then hung up.

I was surprised. It turned out that the entire river embankment was under their control. No matter if I
fought alone, called the police, or asked for help, they had all the necessary arrangements to deal with the situation.

But then I thought, they didn't just take me away by force and they've been
trying to appease me ever since. This is something I've always found strange.

In the next moment, I wandered around the stage. Now there was no one stopping me from going up. Sigh...
I had been trying to go up to the stage to save my wife, but I couldn't. Looking at the messy sheets on the bed and
the liquid that my wife had just leaked everywhere, I felt endless regret and heartache... It was all because of my weird fetish that
my wife was ruined.

(8)

The two men next to me also had their phones ringing one after another. They happily got into the car and left. Then
two other men took over. Beside me, there was another tall, burly man with a thug-like posture.
I didn't care who came next; they were all there to monitor and control me anyway.

Once I reached the backstage area, I couldn't go any further. Two men beside me restricted me. They politely said, "
Second-in-command's rule is that no one can get too close to the black car where my wife is resting

." I was flipping through the descriptions of the various ointments and medicated plasters on the stall, especially the aphrodisiacs and creams. I felt disgusted after just one
look and didn't want to look anymore. My wandering around the stage and audience was purposeful; I was constantly looking for opportunities to
secretly take a few things.

So, while keeping an eye on the black car where my wife was resting, I sometimes
slowly , sometimes sitting down to rest. After a few trips, I had secretly taken and hidden two items: a folding knife and
a switchblade. Looking at the time, two and a half hours had passed.

These people had been leaving in groups of about six on each car and bicycle,
and about four would come back…

Wait, they were all leaving with excited, lewd smiles. Were they going home or going out to play?
Why are they all back again?

And I've noticed that those who come back sometimes glance at me with strange smiles. Could it be... they
're waiting for the second-in-command to return so they can continue to abuse my wife?

Several men's phones rang again, and they left with the same excited, lewd grins. Then a few returned, and again,
when our eyes met, they gave each other strange smiles.

Looking at the time, more than four hours had passed. I didn't want to look at these men's faces. I turned back to look at the
black sedan in the distance, thinking that my wife should still be soundly asleep, resting. She was so tired, so very tired...

Twice, I asked these two men to call the second-in-command for me, tentatively asking how much longer he would
be back. Each time, the second-in-command said it wasn't that soon. I was probing his return time because I was already
planning—I was about to act!

I planned to use the two knives I carried to suddenly stab the two men beside me, then rush towards the black
sedan and snatch my wife!

However, this plan required me to keep a distance from the group of men on the left, lest they catch up to me too quickly.

For the past four hours, I've been wandering around the stage and audience area, purposefully testing their vigilance. It seems
the group of men on the left is used to me wandering around like this. Good! I'll use this wandering to distance the two
men beside me from that group!

I continued to pretend to slowly wander around the stage and audience area, with the two men following me. I tried to
gradually the distance between myself and the group of men

while strategically wandering around. Sometimes, I would keep an eye on the black car where my wife was resting, constantly pondering
what it would be like if I successfully rushed to the black car. I tried to think from the opposite perspective: how would they guard
against me

? Thinking of this, I thought from the opposite perspective again…

If I were the second-in-command, would I be so careless as to leave my wife in this black car?

Perhaps the black car is just a decoy… a decoy… No way!?

I looked at the black car not far backstage and thought… What if my wife wasn't in there?

Where would she be? Perhaps out of boredom, I continued this reverse thinking...

A series of idioms and stories kept popping into my head... stealing the sky and replacing the sun, stealing the beam and replacing the pillar,
the cat replacing the prince ...

I noticed that several of those people's phones rang again, and then they left with the same excited, lewd grins.
A few returned, and when their eyes met mine, strange smiles appeared...

Suddenly, something dawned on me, my head buzzed, and a sense of unease surged within me. I immediately checked my watch
; it was almost 5 a.m., and the second-in-command had been gone for almost 5 hours...!

I looked at the black sedan where my wife was resting, thinking that my gaze had barely left it
for long during this time. If I had to say what the gap in my not-seeing the black sedan was... Ah!! A small mound!!

At this moment, I tried hard to piece together the strange things that had just happened, trying to connect the dots: those two
men preventing me from looking to my left… the small mound behind me on the left… the second-in-command getting into a minivan… no
… no… the arrangement is wrong… there must be a connection…

I kept piecing together and rearranging the fragments in my mind…

the small mound… preventing me from looking to my left… the minivan leaving…

…some of these men leaving… and some returning… their eyes and smiles were all strange…

Ah! My mind suddenly went blank!! My God!!!

They moved my wife to an SUV behind the small hill. Then the black sedan drove out and stopped
not far from backstage. Two men prevented me from looking to my left because the SUV was going to come out from behind the small hill.
Some of these men left, and some came back, their eyes and smiles strange. It seemed they were going to take turns having sex with my wife.

I turned around and saw several men return, and then several more drove away, quickly disappearing up the riverbank.
I stared in horror at the direction they went. I felt... my wife was in that direction, not backstage
.

I looked back at the black sedan not far from backstage. Anxiety, anxiety, fear, and a whole host of other emotions overwhelmed me.
A sudden thought flashed through my mind as I glanced at my watch. It had been over five hours since I left… Oh no! …Damn it!

My breathing became rapid and labored. I grabbed a chair and sat down, not because of any illness,
but because an unprecedented torrent of complex emotions was crashing over me: fear, confusion, regret, self-blame,
heartache, and anger…

The two men who had been with me the whole time must have noticed the undisguised change in my expression.
One of them suddenly dialed his phone, then handed it to me, saying the second-in-command was looking for me. I took a deep breath, immediately
calming my panicked thoughts.

I realized that this man, seeing my expression, had immediately called the second-in-command…

The timing wasn't simple. If I didn't stay calm, if I exposed their trick on the phone,
or turned on them… I knew my wife would never come back because… my wife wasn't here; she was
with them!

I took the phone. The second-in-command's first words were simply, "How are you? Are you all alright?"

Hearing this, I knew the second-in-command was testing my reaction.

I thought to myself, at least get my wife back first, so I sighed and replied, "Come back! I want
to take my wife home quickly!

" The second-in-command smiled and replied, "Okay! I'll go back now, but it's quite a distance, about an hour
away!"

I found a chair and sat down weakly, taking deep drags on my cigarette. I no longer wanted to keep staring at
the black car not far away in the backstage area. I had been worried they would find a chance to rush towards the car, but those worries were unnecessary.

I knew my wife had been taken somewhere, and they had been using her for over five hours straight. She
was completely naked, and under the influence of the aphrodisiac and ointment, she was completely at their mercy. For
over five hours, they had been taking turns with her, relentlessly being gang-raped by these men for over five hours… No! Six
hours...

Right now, I just want to see my wife as soon as possible, while pondering how to
talk to these people to get them to release her. Thinking about it, almost an hour has passed, and it's getting light, nearly
6 a.m.

Two or three cars and several motorcycles slowly drive towards the riverbank. I notice one of the vans
is still swaying slightly from side to side as it drives; it seems they're still working on
my wife.

The cars all stop near the stage, and everyone gets out. Suddenly, the number of people on and off the stage is back to
40. The second-in-command, who has also gotten out, smiles and walks towards me, but a man next to him blocks my left
view. I just want to see my wife as soon as possible, so I don't confront them. I turn my head away from my left; I
know the van is about to go around to the back of the small hill.

The second-in-command is in front of me, smiling but not saying anything. I stand up, not wanting to say much, and wearily say
, "Bring my wife out, and then let's end this!"

The second-in-command nodded without speaking and slowly walked towards the black sedan in the distance backstage. He saw the
black sedan circle behind a small mound before emerging and driving backstage. At this moment, many
men gathered around me, standing in a circle.

I saw another tall, muscular, dark-skinned man approach the black sedan parked backstage, lift his naked wife from the back seat
, carry her back to the stage, and place her on the bed. I saw that his wife's hands were still
bound behind

and her whole body was still trembling rapidly, accompanied by rapid, panting breaths. The man deliberately turned
his wife's head towards the audience; her head was limp and tilted to the side.

Her eyes were half-open and half-closed, completely unfocused and vacant, staring blankly at something.
A few drops of saliva, or something else, hung from the corner of her mouth. Liquid was flowing

, and her lower abdomen was convulsing rapidly. This sight was familiar; it meant my wife's vagina had just finished
continuous overstimulation.

Her two large breasts were covered in dark and light scratches and red finger marks, with
several bite marks around her nipples. Her entire body was also covered in scratches and red finger marks.

At this moment, the second-in-command, seeing I hadn't spoken, moved closer to me, looking at me without saying a word. I
knew he was watching my reaction.

Then, several men on the stage helped my wife up to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning her back
against the man behind her. Two men on either side each grabbed one of my wife's legs, spreading them wide apart
to face the audience. Her entire vulva and labia were completely and clearly visible.

My God… how can I describe it… utterly chaotic!!

I can only describe my wife's vulva as a complete mess.

Both her labia majora and minora were everted open. I
know it wasn't like this before; it's because of the recent intense sexual activity. Her entire vulva was covered in a
sticky fluid, even the surrounding pubic hair and the inner thighs were a mess

. From between her everted labia, sticky white fluid was constantly dripping onto the bed. At this
time, her lower abdomen was still twitching and trembling rapidly. With each larger contraction, her everted labia opened and closed,
and with each opening and closing of the labia, more fluid flowed out…

I know, this is the man's semen…

I don't need to think to know that the 6… For hours, these men took turns having sex with my
wife, without using condoms, ejaculating directly inside her vagina…

The semen flowing from between her ravaged, everted labia was even a thick, yellowish-white fluid—clearly
the semen of someone with a sexually transmitted disease…

I was furious, but… I remained silent, watching because I knew they were deliberately showing me
my wife's completely messed-up genitals. The second-in-command was watching me intently, and several other men around
us were also watching, seemingly waiting for my reaction. I found it strange; why didn't they just kill me and take
my wife away? This was what I couldn't understand.

I glanced at the second-in-command and asked, "Is it over? Then I'll take my wife away!"

The second-in-command moved very close and slowly said, "I wanted to discuss something with you…"

He added, "Your wife is really amazing; we want to continue playing with her." His very first sentence…
I almost lost my temper and decided to just fight them outright,

but I just coldly continued to look at the second-in-command, wondering what they were going to discuss. "Because they could just
kill me and take my wife,"

the second-in-command continued. "But you definitely won't agree..."

Suddenly, the second-in-command's eyes widened, and he leaned close to my face, saying, "If we just kill you, we
can take your wife and have our fun. But if two people go missing, our criminal records will pile up. If we let you go back,
I bet you'll call the police and get revenge. That'll be a huge problem. If we let you stay with us,
you'll constantly tell us what not to do, and then we won't have any fun."

Hearing this, I finally understood what they wanted. The second-in-command continued, "So,
oh dear, this is a real headache. Let's discuss how we can take your wife and have our
fun, and you can agree to let her come with us for a few days."

I immediately replied, "Impossible!"

The second-in-command gave a wry smile and said, "I know, that's why we need to discuss this..."

I interrupted him directly, coldly saying, "How much money do you want? I'm willing to pay in exchange for my wife! "

The second-in-command seemed to want to say something, but I didn't let him. I continued, "You also said you don't want to cause trouble. Anyway, I've
already let you have your way with my wife like this, and I'm willing to pay. You've had your fun and gotten money at the same time, how about
it?

" The second-in-command nodded and said, "Talking about money hurts feelings. Let's discuss another point first." Then he widened his eyes and
said, "How can you guarantee that after you take your wife home, you won't call the police or something?"

Hearing this, I slowly understood the second-in-command's further intentions. I believed they deliberately let me know that
my wife had been gang-raped by them for more than 6 hours. Now they wanted to directly demand some guarantees or collateral from me, to make
me voluntarily accept all of this so that they would have no worries.

I thought to myself, as long as I could safely take my wife back, I would sacrifice all my assets and savings, and make
each of these men die a terrible death. However, I had to figure out how to negotiate with these wolves and tigers before they
would let me take my wife back...

The sky gradually turned white. Originally, the sunlight should represent justice, but when it shone on the faces of these men,
it reflected a lewd light...

(9) Evil plan

Looking at the expressions of these people, I guessed even more that they had already thought of how to blackmail me. So I
coldly asked them, "What guarantees do you want me to make? Tell me!"

The second-in-command, who had been watching me closely, said with a forced smile, "It's simple. All
you need to do is ask me to do something for us or make a couple of phone calls. But it's still too early; all the offices and
organizations are still asleep, so we'll do these things later..."

I thought to myself, "Sure enough, these people don't want to let us go. I absolutely can't go with them anymore, absolutely not
!"

So I continued coldly, "I'm willing to give you a large sum of money to end things today. How about this? I
'll take my wife home, and you all come to my house. After noon, we'll go out and take care of what needs to be done, including transferring
the money to you..."

The second-in-command shook his head with a smile, refusing, and gave a wink to the person next to him. I suddenly became alert,
as if if I didn't comply with their demands, they might do something to me or my wife...

At this moment, the second-in-command leaned closer to me, staring at me and saying, "Brother, I know what you're thinking!"

I offered two options: one, you and your wife come with us; two, you go back
, and your wife comes with us as a hostage to prevent you from calling the police or seeking revenge. We really don't want to hurt you or cause you trouble. Stop
haggling.

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and ordered the people on stage to take my wife to the van. I immediately shouted at them
, "Wait! There's over 1.8 million in cash and gold bars in my safe. Come to my house and get them for you..."

The second-in-command stopped, turned to look at me, and smiled, saying, "Come back with us first. We'll have plenty of time to get them from your
house later..."

At this moment, a tall, burly man on stage picked up my naked wife and was about to walk towards the
van . Seeing this, and realizing my wife was about to be taken away again, I instinctively wanted to find a way to stop it, at least to get
them to agree to let my wife stay with me!

So I shouted loudly, "Okay, okay! I'll go with you...

but my wife has to stay with me! I want to hold her and ride in the same vehicle!"

The second-in-command turned to look at me with annoyance, his expression turning to a smile again, and said, "Sigh... alright,
I agree, okay?"

After saying that, he instructed the men surrounding me to go and be with my wife, and then
winked at me again...

I just wanted to get my wife to my side as quickly as possible, and I didn't care what the second-in-command was saying.

But I had only taken a step or two when the second-in-command suddenly picked up his phone and shouted, "Wait! There's
a problem!"

As a result, the men around me surrounded me again. I saw the man on the stage already carrying his naked wife and
getting into the van.

At this moment, the second-in-command, I don't know what he heard on the phone, suddenly shouted at me, "The police are here again!
Why did you call the police again?!"

Did you hear the police are here again? I was immediately filled with excitement, but also puzzled. I hadn't called the police again…

Suddenly, the men surrounding me started yelling at me angrily, saying things like how dare I call the police, and began
punching and kicking me. The situation spiraled out of control…

I endured the pain and the beatings, not fighting back, but using the time to push forward.

I wanted to quickly create a path to the van and rescue my wife. If I could
squeeze out in time and run, I could intercept the van and block it!

Since the police had arrived, I had to fight to the death to delay the van's departure.

The scene was chaotic, and suddenly, I collapsed,
unable to withstand the beating. I sat on the ground, watching helplessly as the van sped away. I had failed
…

Only then did I notice the second-in-command beside me, shouting angrily, forbidding the men from continuing
to beat me, and yelling, "Everyone, get out of here! The police are here! Get out of here!"

The second-in-command helped me up, looking distressed. "Why did you call the police again? See? I told you
it would have gotten out of control!"

Ignoring my injuries and pain, I yelled at him, ordering them to bring my wife
back immediately! "

Otherwise, when the police arrive, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth!"

I continued, shouting, "If you order them back now, I'll only tell the police they kidnapped my
wife, not you!"

The second-in-command coldly replied, "Then go wait for the police. The result will be your wife being held hostage and
killed !"

He added, "You can still come with me now. It's not too late. You decide!"

With that, he ran towards a car and jumped in. I hesitated, unsure whether to follow
, glancing back at the police. When would they arrive? The police were here?

Everyone on and off the stage got into cars and motorcycles and sped away. I reflexively
ran a few steps in the direction the van had gone, then stopped and anxiously looked back, hoping the police would arrive quickly. What was going on?
Were the police tortoises? Everyone had run away and they still hadn't arrived? The police were here? Where were they?

Just then, two cars sped towards me and stopped in front of me. The second-in-command opened the
back said helplessly, "Get in, let's catch your wife first!"

I was panting heavily and didn't reply. Hesitating, I glanced back at the police and then at
the second-in-command in the car. Seeing my hesitation, he immediately asked for my business card and contact information, saying he was going to escape first and would
contact me later.

Hearing this, I decided to go with them first, otherwise... by the time the police arrived, my wife would be long
gone. I tried to get into a seat, but a man in the back seat made way for me, and then he got in too.
So I sat down in the back seat, between the second-in-command and another man, and the car sped away... As soon as

the man on my right sat back down, he immediately pulled out a gun and pressed it against the back of my head. The second-in-command asked helplessly, "
Why did you call the police?"

I said I didn't call the police again! Because I didn't have a phone, and I told them to hurry up and catch the van,

the second-in-command continued helplessly, "This is what caused the situation to get out of control. Many of the people there have criminal records,
and some are fugitive shooting suspects. We can't afford to run into the police..."

He then told me that he didn't trust me anymore, so he would point a gun at me just in case. I quickly
replied, "You can point a knife or a gun at me, I won't resist! Now we just need to catch that van quickly and find
my wife!"

I continued, "Use your phone to tell that van to stop so we can catch them!"

At this point, the second-in-command widened his eyes and said to me, "Brother,
the was full of brothers from another gang, some of them are even shooting suspects who have killed people. I'm worried they
might kill your wife in the end, and then I'd be an accomplice!

I told you calling the police would cause things to get out of control, but you didn't believe me!!"

Hearing this, my mind went completely blank. I glared at the second-in-command and shouted, "What did you say?! They'll
kill my wife?!"

The second-in-command frowned and comforted me, saying, "Don't get agitated. Calm down and let me call them on my cell phone to see where they are,
okay ?"

Then I saw him dial several cell phones, but he couldn't reach the people in the van. The others who answered
said they weren't familiar with those from another gang and didn't know where they were .

By this time, the car was already driving into the mountains, winding along mountain roads. The second-in-command stopped
dialing, lit a cigarette, and said to me, "Don't worry, we'll find them!"

He exhaled a puff of smoke and then said, "Listen to me quietly. It's like this…
two of those from another gang are murder suspects on the run. We don't know where they've gone, but I just
need to ask their gang leader or two protectors."

I immediately said urgently, "Then contact them!"

The second-in-command shook his head and said, "I just tried contacting them, but no one answered…

Because, brother, it's too early now! They'll answer when they wake up!"

I took a deep breath and impatiently told the second-in-command to let me out of the car! I'll go down the mountain myself to find
my wife!

The second-in-command looked troubled and said to me, "Brother, you just don't trust me, that's right...
Sigh... That's right, you should know what happened in the middle of the night...

Okay, to be honest, I'm worried too. I'll tell you what I'm worried about later. I'm telling him not to
point a gun , and to get them all out of the car. Only you and I will be left in the car...

" The second-in-command leaned closer and cautiously said, "I'm small and thin, I can't beat you... Please don't take the opportunity to
kill me. I'm doing this to show my sincerity. I have something to discuss with you... something I'm very afraid of
..."

At this moment, both cars stopped, surrounded by desolate mountain gravel roads. I saw the second-in-command giving orders
, and indeed, only he and I were left in the back seat. The second-in-command said to me, "Brother... I
apologize for what happened in the middle of the night. You can even beat me up later if you want, but things are complicated now. Please cooperate, even if it's just to help me
... We have to cooperate!"

The second-in-command continued, "I told you, two of the men who took your wife are fugitives who were involved in a shooting
. They're likely to kill people…

My concern is that if they finish with your wife and then kill her, I'll become an accomplice, and I'll
have a criminal record! I'll have to run again! No way!"

Hearing this, I interrupted him, saying, "Okay! Come down the mountain with me, call the police, and work with my people to
rescue my wife. If you really help me wholeheartedly, I won't hold you accountable afterwards, only the others. And I
'll give you some money, how about it?"

I tentatively asked, half-believing, to see how the second-in-command would respond. He immediately nodded vigorously in agreement
, saying, "Okay! Okay!

Let's wait a bit and see if there's any news from their gang. If there's no news in ten or twenty minutes at most
, we'll go down the mountain, use your methods to find your people, and call the police…

You… sigh… won't you get me into trouble?"

Hearing this, I thought I should first appease the second-in-command and get him to let me go down the mountain for help, so I said, "I'll get you into trouble?"
"Impossible! What good would it do you if I went down the mountain to call the police or have someone arrest and kill you?

I need your help to find my wife!"

The second-in-command seemed very grateful and kept thanking me...

I didn't really believe it could be that easy, but I was just playing it by ear. What's even more ridiculous is that the second-in-command actually
said he was tired and wanted to take a nap, and he actually closed his eyes and rested right next to me without any worries...?!

I calmed down and thought about some countermeasures after we went down the mountain...

After about 20 minutes, the second-in-command's phone rang. He didn't shy away from letting me hear what he was saying
. Basically, he already knew where my wife was and they were going to meet her.

The second-in-command ended the call and said happily, "Great, we found your wife!"

He continued, "Brother, could you please make two calls for me...

call your mobile phone to your company and your wife's company to ask for leave so you
can't make it back because you're traveling in central Taiwan...

" I immediately shouted in confusion, "Huh??"

The second-in-command, looking terrified, said, "Think about it, you and your wife weren't supposed to go to the company today
, but they kept looking for you and found out you were both missing. They went to the police, and now they have news of your wife.
But once they called the police, it's terrible!"

His expression grew even more terrified. "Because when the police come to investigate, those with murder convictions…
in their haste, they might kill your wife, and all their efforts will be wasted… Neither you nor I want your wife to die,
right?"

Please… I told you what I was afraid of and worried about was something going wrong, and now I have to run away again…

Hearing this, I agreed to his request because I thought…

there really was such a possibility that my wife would never come back.

So the second-in-command kept smiling and apologizing as he took out my phone and asked me to dial, trying to apologize and explain something.
I shook my head to indicate that I had already guessed it because I had already guessed that he had arranged for someone in the audience to steal my phone.
So

I turned on my phone and, while dialing, told the second-in-command that my wife and I worked at the same company.
I was the department head, and she was my clerk, so one call would be enough.

At this point, the second-in-command looked scared again and asked me if I was really calling someone from the company.

I immediately took out my business cards from my wallet, showed him my card and my boss's card, and explained that I was
calling my boss's cell phone

. I dialed, waking him up, and told him my wife and I needed to take the day off because we had to go on a last-minute trip to central Taiwan
and wouldn't be back in time. My boss, who was rudely called, was yelling at me, saying he could have slept an extra hour.
I wasn't paying attention to him because I was secretly doing something else.

I'd used this phone for five years; I knew it so well I could operate
any function without looking at the screen. I held the phone close to my cheek while talking, secretly
operating the buttons between my cheek and the phone. I had secretly switched the phone to call forwarding mode!

And for the forwarding destination, I could easily select the last call I dialed—
the one to call the police that night!

I continued talking into the phone, "Boss, please let me take the day off. As for
those export trade accounts I need to work on these next couple of days..."

At this point, I secretly pressed the hang-up button,
pretending

to keep saying "hello, hello, hello," and then muttered to myself, "Why did it disconnect?"... The second-in-command immediately chimed in, "Anyway, you've already asked your wife for leave. Don't worry about those
accounts for now. Let's hurry down the mountain to find your wife..."

I knew in my heart that my boss was very concerned about whether I had actually received payment for each export transaction; otherwise, he would
lose money. I know my boss will call me immediately to press me for answers, and then he'll likely transfer me to the police station. I hope
my boss, with whom I've had a great working relationship for many years, can be alert and act quickly in this situation…

Yes, I hope my boss realizes something's wrong and helps me call the police or even find someone to help. I also know
that, as the second-in-command said, things might backfire and those people might kill my wife. But I have a
feeling that the more polite the second-in-command is, the more it indicates he has a premeditated plan, and the more I need to do the opposite!

In short, play it by ear…!

At this moment, the second-in-command ordered everyone outside to get into the car. As we were leaving, I noticed the person sitting to my right
was carrying a black cloth bag.

The car started driving downhill. Then the second-in-command said to me, "You know we'll be meeting another gang soon
. They're all repeat offenders; we can't let you see their faces, so..."

He then pointed to the black cloth bag the person next to him was holding and said, "So... I'm really sorry, but please
put on a hood for now...

because we've arranged to meet halfway up the mountain, we're almost there... "

Hearing this, I couldn't immediately figure out what kind of conspiracy this was, so I hesitated and didn't... I agreed to the second-
in-command's request. He pointed to the black hood and said, "Actually… you can vaguely see through it…
Look at this material, we're just making a show for those people, otherwise they'd be quite neurotic… very annoying…"

Hearing this, I agreed, thinking arguing about it was pointless, so I let them put the black hood
over my head…

I noticed the hood material was really thin; you could vaguely see through it, so I didn't say anything more. But I
found the hood disgusting, because it felt damp and sticky, especially around my nose. I
said , "Can you change it? This is disgusting, why is it damp and sticky…?"

I heard the second-in-command apologize again, saying, "Just bear with it…"

I didn't say anything more, using this time to think things through, considering possible situations on the way down the mountain
…

As I thought, I seemed to hear the second-in-command saying something again, along with the sound of cars, all mixed together,
the sounds fading into the distance… So sleepy…

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