Chased to be A Husband

Chapter 12 You are my second father.

    In the cell, Chase was sitting in the corner, figuring out his problems. Saruman was still lying on the ground, enjoying the fans and massage services of his fellows. In the daytime, this guy seemed to only know sleeping and eating, but at night, they would lift the tattered straw mat to dig a hole in the ground.  Chase had learned the secret under the straw mat for a long time, and Saruman didn't seem to want to hide it from him.

    "Hey, the hole can be opened at night. Do you want to go together?" Saruman sat next to Chase with a lollipop in his mouth.

    Lollipop, familiar sweetness, Baxter's son, the young master with brain problems. When Chase smelled the lollipop, his heart jumped wildly: Could it be that this Saruman is that big young man with brain problems? Chase was looking at him.

    "Want to eat? This one for you. The last one." Saruman took out a lollipop and handed it to Chase like a magic trick.

    "When can we leave?" Chase said.

    "Later, after lunch," Saruman said.

    "In broad daylight? Are you kidding?" Chase said.

    "You don't know, right? It's safer during the day than at night. They patrol the valley in groups every 30 minutes at night, but just every one hour during the day. The patrols at night carry police dogs, but they don't bring anything during the day... in short, the night is much more dangerous than the day. Besides, their shitty head can never think that someone would dare to run away during the day. Haha, I'm excited just by thinking about it." Saruman laughed while suppressing his voice.

    Chase didn't believe what he said: Bullshit. There are people on and down the mountain outside the village. How do you run during the day? 

    "Don't believe it? Well, let me tell you one thing, " Saruman beamed with a vague smile, "I have escaped once before."

    "Outside and inside the village, on and down the mountain, there are people. In broad daylight, they are not blind, and you are not invisible. I don't believe you can escape like this." Chase said.

    "Who said to run outside the village? You are really stupid. No wonder you were played by that fool." Saruman conjured up a crumpled piece of paper and painted some graphics on it.

    "Look, this is where we are now. The manor is separated by a wall. This is the main building. This is the security center. This is the garage... Our goal is this garage. After we got out of the tunnel, we will go to the garage first. We have to put on the security clothes in this material warehouse, take the weapons, and then drive a car out of the garage. We will drive out casually. Who runs like a fool like him?" Saruman said to the "map" and explained to Chase...

    "Will it be that easy?" Chase doubted.

    "Hehe, you don't know it. Baxter is an old fox. His external defense is very tight, but the interior is very sparse. As long as we can get the car in the garage and leave the village gate, there will be no problem." Saruman was confident.

    Chase thought for a moment, and nodded as if making up a big determination, "Okay,  I'll go with you."

    "Hehe, that's right. Remember to repay me when you go out."  Saruman grinned.

    "Of course, as long as I go out safely, you will be my savior and my second father. I will definitely repay you." Chase said solemnly.

    "Although I think my plan is perfect, there are still risks. The bastards outside will visit once in the first hour. We must leave Horseskin within an hour. Otherwise, we will be done." Saruman said.

    "One hour is enough. Fortunately, he doesn't have surveillance installed here." Chase said.

    "What surveillance? What is it for?" Saruman asked strangely.

    Chase glanced at Saruman, once again confirming his thoughts.

    After lunch, the cell was quiet. Probably all the people and guards who were there were taking a nap.

   A plan is not as fast as a change. Saruman planned to use the one hour after lunch to escape, but he did not expect that when they were about to act, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps. Someone spoke from the aisle and said it was the chief felon in cell No. 6.

    The iron gate was opened with a bang, and two guards dragged a middle-aged man covered in blood over.

    "Go in, bastard. I'll 'treat' you well tomorrow." The two guards threw the middle-aged man with half his life left and then turned to lock the door and leave.

    "f**k, have these two guards ever gone to school? This is cell No. 5. Didn't they say this man would be locked in No. 6? No wonder it's a private prison. They can actually send a "prisoner" to the wrong cell. This is probably the only place in the world that can make such a retarded mistake.

    Well, another guy was captured by Baxter to torture. How did this man offend Baxter?" Chase glanced at the bloody dying man lying next to him and felt a bit more hatred for Horseskin's people.

    "Hey, are you okay?" Chase reached out and patted the middle-aged man lightly.

    "Yes...not yet...not dead." The middle-aged man was shaking and convulsing, responding very laboriously.

    "Would you like to turn it over? Come on, lie on the mat. A broken mat is better than the floor." Chase wanted to help the middle-aged man turn over and lie on the mat, but he refused.

    "No...no...need I...I...will...die...soon..." The middle-aged man finished his sentence intermittently for a while.

    "Motherfucker Baxter, as long as I don't die, I will find him sooner or later to take revenge. It is a big crime to set up a torture room and illegally imprison people." Chase looked at the miserable situation of the middle-aged man and couldn't help but curse.

    "Man, the time is up. Don't waste time. If you want revenge, you have to escape." Saruman reminded Chase.

    Chase glanced at Saruman, snorted in his heart: Bastard, you still want to play? Okay, I will play with you.

    Since he was forced to be the in-door son-in-law in the Weiner Village and marry the fat girl Donna Weiner, he had been suffocating his anger. To escape back to his country, he had been tolerant and cautious for such a long time. But the evil deeds of Spiritualdance Manor stimulated him. He swore that as long as he didn't die, he would seek revenge from Davis, Baxter, and others, and let them splash blood.

    "Man, take care. I will escape with Saruman. If I succeed, I will avenge everyone." He meant that if he could escape, he must avenge the people who were killed by Baxter, his apprentice, and his son.

    The middle-aged man was exhausted, and even God couldn't save him.   Chase decided to act as initially planned with Saruman.

    Just as he was about to get up, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed his trousers and pulled hard.

    "Buddy, do you have something to say?" Chase knelt down and said.

    The middle-aged man lay on the ground and looked at Chase sideways. His mouth was opening and closing, and he said something vaguely. Chase couldn't hear clearly, so he had to lie on the ground and put his ears around his mouth.

    "National treasures, jade...beauty..., four...four beauties...back to the country, Gold...gold...hale...hale..." The middle-aged man's injury was so severe that he should say a word with all his strength, and then he completely fainted.

    "Buddy...Buddy..." Chase gently shook the middle-aged man and called him.

    "Buddy, time is running out, and there's no time to worry about him."  Saruman, who had already lifted the mat and half of his body fell into the hole in the ground, called.

    Chase glanced at the anxious Saruman, then gritted his teeth, put down the middle-aged man, and quickly entered the hole.