Siheyuan: He Yuzhu starts with god-level cooking skills

He Yuzhu just shook his head. He didn't know what the middle-aged man wanted. The middle-aged man saw He Yuzhu's hesitation and raised his eyebrows, seeming angry.

"You should know what you have. There's no need to pretend you don't know. I already know who you are." The middle-aged man's tone became more serious.

He Yuzhu was increasingly puzzled. He really couldn't understand why the middle-aged man would be interested in him. He wasn't an important figure, so why was he coveted by others?

He was thinking intently, trying to recall what had happened recently. Suddenly, fragments of memory flashed through his mind.

He vaguely recalled that a few days ago a stranger followed him on his way home. "Could it be... that person?!" He Yuzhu thought to himself, and gradually understood the middle-aged man's purpose. The middle-aged man seemed to see through He Yuzhu's hesitation and continued to speak.

"You have to make a decision. To you, this thing may be worthless, but to us, it is priceless."

"Think about it."

A dry voice floated out from the darkness, and He Yuzhu looked towards the source of the sound alertly.

"Who are you? Why do you have to kill me?"

He Yuzhu's body was tied to a chair with a determined look on his face.

"All you have to do is hand over the item honestly. If you obey, you won't suffer. Otherwise..."

Before the other party could finish his words, a fierce punch hit He Yuzhu in the face. He Yuzhu clenched his gums to endure the pain, and his face became even more determined.

"I will not give up my beliefs no matter how you torture me. Even until the last moment, I will not betray!" He Yuzhu struggled, trying to break free from the restraints.

"Hahaha, it's valuable for young people to have faith, but time is running out. Let's see how long you can hold on." With that, the thug sneered, then turned and left.

He Yuzhu watched him go with a steady gaze. Although he was nervous, he had no intention of retreating. He knew that he was in a dangerous situation, but he would never give up easily.

Time passed by bit by bit, He Yuzhu still held on to his place, continuing to try to escape from the bondage.

He tested the firmness of the rope again and again, while constantly observing the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, he found some loose iron bars next to him, and a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and struggled with all his might. Finally, the rope broke. He Yuzhu hurriedly tried to get up.

But suddenly his legs weakened and he fell to his knees again. Just then, another thug walked in.

Seeing that He Yuzhu had been untied, he immediately pounced on He Yuzhu.

As soon as He Yuzhu saw the other party turn his head to look at him, he quickly stepped forward and used the martial arts he had learned to fight with the enemy. In the fight, both sides used all their strength, their moves were sharp, their attacks were fierce, and they even seemed to have reached a state of equal strength.

He Yuzhu relied on his martial arts skills, and although he seemed to have a slight advantage on the surface, the opponent was obviously unfathomable and fearless. The battle lasted for a long time, and He Yuzhu gradually felt that his physical strength was a little overdrawn. He knew that he couldn't delay like this.

A nearby fighter noticed that He Yuzhu was beginning to lose strength and laughed triumphantly. A determined light flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes. He suddenly turned over and knocked his opponent to the ground with a clever move. He did not waste this opportunity and pursued the victory.

"Who are you guys? Why are you chasing me?" He Yuzhu asked loudly, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, looking for a possibility of escape.

"You should take care of yourself first and stop talking nonsense!" Hearing the other party's rude rebuke, he punched He Yuzhu fiercely. He Yuzhu dodged flexibly, and then kicked the thug to the ground with a quick kick.

He seized the opportunity, stood up quickly, and decided on his next move almost instantly. When another thug laughed at him and attacked him fiercely, He Yuzhu survived the desperate situation.

He Yuzhu sneered, knowing that his situation was very dangerous, but he would not give up easily. His figure flashed in an instant, and he rushed into the battle again. The fight between the two sides became more and more intense, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

"Quick, this way!" A voice suddenly came from a corner not far away. He Yuzhu was stunned, and then realized that someone was secretly helping him. He used a fake move to cleverly distract the thug's attention, and then rushed towards the direction of the voice without hesitation.

At this time, another thug rushed out and tried to block He Yuzhu's escape route. He Yuzhu knocked the thug down with his fist without hesitation, and then quickly ran in the direction he wanted to escape. "Don't let him get away!" The other pursuers shouted, trying their best to shorten the distance between them and He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu dodged and ran between the corridors, easily shaking off his pursuers with his agility. Although he looked tired, he still sprinted forward as hard as he could.

Even though he was tired, his will was not compromised. He Yuzhu looked for a chance to escape and continued to move forward amidst the pursuit. Suddenly, a thug appeared from the side and blocked his way.

He Yuzhu stopped and leaned forward swiftly, using gravity and the dynamics of his body to lightly pass the thugs' obstruction and continued to sprint forward.

"Hurry up and chase him!" The thugs gritted their teeth, unwilling to let He Yuzhu go again. He finally escaped from the corridor and came to the street.

As He Yuzhu slowly broke away from the pursuers behind him, he felt a little relieved. But he knew that stopping would mean self-destruction.

The only way to survive is to keep running away. Suddenly, a motorcycle roared out, carrying a fierce opponent. He recognized the target at a glance, and immediately accelerated, trying to knock He Yuzhu down.

When He Yuzhu saw the motorcycle rushing towards him, his heart tightened and he dodged hastily, only to feel a gust of wind blowing past him. "Damn it!" The man on the motorcycle stopped the vehicle in frustration, turned around and continued to chase.

He Yuzhu knew that he had to escape the motorcycle's pursuit, so he rushed to the alley. Although the motorcycle was following closely behind him, its speed was obviously reduced. In the alley, he jumped over a pile of garbage, and just as he was about to turn, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

The gangster on the motorcycle had used his speed advantage to catch him and knocked him to the ground.

"Catch him!" The sound from the motorcycle was like the prelude to a storm, quickly approaching and subduing He Yuzhu. "What are you doing? Let me go!" He Yuzhu struggled desperately, but it was all in vain.

The man dragged He Yuzhu to a car, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Boy, you are really a capable character. You can actually spend so much time with us." He Yuzhu looked at them woodenly, silent.

"Get in the car!" The man pushed He Yuzhu in an imperative tone, tied him up with ropes, and then threw him into the car roughly.

The car started to move, heading in an unknown direction. He Yuzhu's heart was filled with endless anger and hatred. He knew that this abyss had trapped him firmly; next, a more brutal struggle for survival was waiting for him. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and every heartbeat was a reminder of his desperate situation.

In a dark train compartment, He Yuzhu felt an indescribable bad atmosphere. His hands were tied behind his back, and his eyes were tightly covered by a piece of black cloth, losing all visual information about his surroundings. He could only rely on hearing to feel everything around him.

What came to his ears was the roar of the vehicle engine and the sharp noise made by the friction between the wheels and the road. There was also a voice that he had never heard before, which made him feel terrified. Every time he talked to it, it seemed like a cold ** was stuck in his heart, making him feel deep pain and panic. He Yuzhu had no idea where he was taken or what the kidnappers' real intentions and goals were. However, he was sure that he was now in life-threatening danger.

His body trembled involuntarily. He tried his best to break free from the restraints in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, it was fruitless. The strong restraints made it impossible for him to break free. His efforts to break free instead attracted the kidnappers' indifferent ridicule and cruel irony, which added to his psychological oppression and pain.

"Be honest and save yourself from suffering, otherwise you will be more painful." The strange voice circled in He Yuzhu's ears again.

This order intensified his pressure and panic. He knew that he had to escape from this dangerous situation by all means. Otherwise, greater disaster and pain would be waiting for him.

"What should I do? What do I need to do?" He Yuzhu kept asking himself.

He knew that he had to escape, otherwise he would face even greater danger and pain. But at this moment, he found that his thinking became slow, and the despair and helplessness in his heart attacked him, almost causing his spirit to fall into the dark abyss.

"I can't give up just like that, I have to get out of this!" He Yuzhu screamed in his heart.

Even in the midst of despair and fear, he still tried his best to maintain his will and seek a way to escape.

He tried to search his memory for any possible way out. "That's right, never give up."

He Yuzhu kept encouraging himself in his heart. He was still struggling to untie the ropes.

Although each struggle only made He Yuzhu feel more exhausted and tired, he still did not stop and continued to fight hard.

He knew that as long as he had a breath left, he must fight tenaciously and never give up. He Yuzhu was in extreme panic, his mouth sealed.

He Yuzhu's heart was beating violently, and he could feel the blood surging in his veins. Fear was hanging over his heart like a cloud.

His arms were tied to the car's back seat handles.

His eyes were covered with a cloth, so he couldn't see the surroundings, and could only hear the sound of the car starting and the wind outside. He could feel that the vehicle was moving forward, but he didn't know where he would be taken.

He began to imagine the worst.

He was afraid that he might be robbed, killed, or meet a worse fate. He tried to calm himself, but fear had already taken over his mind.