C3 Attempted Escape

During his days of imprisonment, the thing that Tian Yangsheng did the most was meditate.

Cheng Haonan didn't kill him, nor did he come to see him again. He was like a forgotten person.

Fortunately, every day, maids came to the basement with a tray and gave him a sumptuous meal, giving him the illusion that this was the last meal.

The wounds on his body had been treated by the doctor Cheng Haonan had hired. The chains that bound his body had all been replaced with shackles. There were shackles on his hands and feet, and he could even stand up and move on his own after sitting for a long time.

He stayed in the dark and damp basement, not seeing the light of day. All the time was calculated according to the time when the maid brought him food.

Tian Yangsheng was not a man of integrity. The most important thing in his life was to live, so he naturally would not refuse this or not too bad meal, as well as the exquisite decorations.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was surrounded by a foul smell, he would have thought that he had already washed his hands in a golden basin. At the same time, this kind of care also gave him the impression that Cheng Haonan might be a good person.

It would be great if he could escape.

It was the fourth day of his imprisonment. When the maid brought him food, he still didn't see Cheng Haonan. Perhaps he had already forgotten about him.

After dinner, Tian Yangsheng put down his plate. He was not as lively as he used to be. Instead, he sat quietly on the cold iron chair and waited for the maid to come and clear the dishes.

"Mr. Tian, is that..." A moment later, the maid who had been clearing away the cutlery cowered, not daring to speak. She opened her mouth tentatively, for she clearly remembered that inside the cutlery she had brought was a set of sterling silver knives and forks, but now there was only one fork left.

"Did Cheng Haonan do it on purpose? He didn't give me a knife for the steak, only a fork. If you want to make things difficult for me, then come at me. Don't hide behind the maid!"

Before the maid could finish her sentence, Tian Yangsheng changed his usual gentle attitude and scolded the timid maid angrily until she cried.

The maid did not ask about the whereabouts of the missing knife. She quickly cleaned up the dishes, wiped her tears, and ran out crying.

Tian Yangsheng quickly retracted the anger in his eyes. Although he felt sorry for the little girl, he made the right bet.

And now, he wanted to leave this damn basement that was filled with the stench of water. He was tired of this damn place!

As he expected, the maid who was scolded didn't lock the iron door of the dungeon. She just ran out sadly.

Tian Yangsheng's lips moved and spat out a metal stick from his mouth. It looked like a toothpick and was also obtained from the cutlery.

After fiddling with it for a while, the handcuffs and handcuffs were easily removed.

Finally, he was going to say goodbye to this uncomfortable basement.

He moved his hands and feet, which had been trapped for the past few days, and walked toward the door.

The progress was so smooth that Tian Yangsheng felt a little puzzled, but he quickly forgot about it. As long as he could leave, nothing else mattered.

He was about to reach the long staircase leading to the damp and cold basement. He didn't know what kind of harsh environment he would find himself in when he got out, Tian Yangsheng thought.

However, as soon as he went out, the bright sunlight, the stylish villa, and the comfortable environment completely stunned Tian Yangsheng.

He quickly hid himself in the green belt at the side and hid his figure. Tian Yangsheng broke out in a cold sweat.

Cheng Haonan had locked himself up in a specially built basement, and the wet and disgusting environment inside was all his work.

How could he offend such a terrifying guy?

He poked his head out and looked around. The whole yard was filled with orderly men in black. One or two of them were all right, but it was obvious that they were on guard against something.

When did they train so many men?

Tian Yangsheng's heart was filled with questions as he slowly walked along the unguarded area. He did not notice that he had already slowly walked into Cheng Haonan's villa.

Without looking at the layout of the villa, he bypassed the patrolling thugs and forced Tian Yangsheng, who was in a hurry to hide himself, into the interior of the villa bit by bit.

"Cheng Haonan! Don't be complacent. I'm warning you, don't attack my casino again, or don't blame me for being rude."

"I'll keep you company until the end. If there's nothing else, let's call it a day!" Cheng Haonan smiled and crossed his legs. He looked at the flustered man in front of him with disdain and waved his hand. "Butler, see the guest out."

"Just you wait!"

Just as he reached the second floor, he heard the sound of argument that could not be ignored. Tian Yangsheng quickly hid in the room beside him. His eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness.

The owner of the voice should be Cheng Haonan, the archenemy of his employer, Cheng Haonan, Luo Jinchi.

Tian Yangsheng lowered his breathing and quietly leaned against the door.

After Luo Jinchi left, when the outside of the house was completely quiet, Tian Yangsheng opened the door to his room and planned to leave. However, he did not expect to meet Luo Jinchi's eyes, which were filled with shock but also ridicule.

"Tian Yangsheng, where are you going?"