"I locked you up simply because I didn't like you and wanted to teach you a lesson."

"Aren't you just being stubborn and calm? Aren't you arrogant? Let's see how you maintain your composure when it's dark, gloomy, and deserted at night."

"Pah, I fucking hate people who can't take it anymore."

The footsteps outside faded away, and the old teaching building fell into a deathly silence.

The dim, unclear light, coupled with the deathly silence, would likely leave someone with a weak heart who had been locked up in such a place overnight; their body would probably be cold by the next day.

The dilapidated and deserted old teachers' building, with the smell of decaying wood and books in the air, instilled a sense of dread in people for no reason.

Zhou Yi tried to turn on the light, but this abandoned teachers' dormitory building had long been uninhabited and no one had checked the wiring.

Zhou Yi had no choice but to turn on the light on his phone. He took a few steps into the bookshelf and saw a broken phone on the shelf.

It turns out that the phone was recording and playing the counselor's voice!

The phone is a model that has been discontinued for several years and requires a password to unlock.

However, even if you open the phone, you probably won't find any other evidence besides a recording.

Zhang Qiang was very well prepared this time, making it impossible for him to make a phone call to ask for help. Moreover, even if he wanted to call the police afterwards, he would have no evidence to prove that Zhang Qiang was guilty, as a broken cell phone and an audio or video recording were not enough to prove his innocence.

It must be said that Zhang Qiang's plan this time was very detailed.

But... he overlooked satellite phones.

Zhou Yi's mobile phone was equipped with satellite GPS navigation, and its signal was much stronger than that of ordinary mobile phones. It could receive signals all over the country, let alone in an abandoned teaching building in Luzhou.

Zhou Yi searched through his phone's contacts, trying to recall what he was looking for.

After his parents passed away unexpectedly, his grandmother depended on him for survival. Fearing that he would be harmed by people hiding in the shadows, she concealed his identity and secretly arranged for extremely powerful bodyguards to protect him.

These bodyguards have mysterious identities. My grandmother once said that they were all special forces soldiers who had retired from overseas battlefields and had seen blood and killed people.

These bodyguards don't usually show up; they only contact Zhou Yi when he needs them or when his life is in danger.

at this time.

Zhou Yi dialed the bodyguard's number, and the call was answered in less than two seconds.

"Young master, what are your orders?"

"Come pick me up!"

The person on the other end was also very quiet, with only the sound of typing on a keyboard. The atmosphere seemed somewhat tense. After three seconds, they said, "Thirty minutes, please wait a moment!"

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On the main road leading out of the school, a black Audi with bulletproof glass sped along the road, becoming one of the many cars in the traffic.

The Audi had to stop when it saw the red light at the intersection.

Through the rearview mirror, the Shen family bodyguard saw that his young lady was holding her phone the whole time, pursing her lips and remaining silent. A hint of disappointment seemed to flash in her cold eyes.

Did it fail again?

The bodyguard thought to himself, "It's been several days, and Zhou Yi still hasn't added me on WeChat. And it seems... he's even blocked the young lady?"

This was the third time the woman had used a different number to add Zhou Yi, and each time the result was the same: she was blocked. Once, she even mustered up the courage to call him, but he hung up on her immediately.

Zhou Yi has made it so obvious that he only has Su Qingjiao in his heart, that hypocritical and showy woman, and cannot tolerate anyone else. But the young lady still seems unwilling to give up.

The bodyguard saw this and felt both angry for the young lady and distressed and helpless.

"Miss, you've been looking at your phone a lot these past few days."

"Has Zhou Yi still not accepted the friend request?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but as you know, Zhou Yi's behavior over the past three or four years suggests that he may only love Su Qing..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold and dangerous gaze suddenly fixed on him.

The bodyguard sensed the threat and immediately shut up, focusing intently on driving and daring not to make any further suggestions.

Shen Bingyan looked away and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Time is really running out...

Grandpa has given her final order: she must return within a month.

But with Zhou Yi, she hadn't even added him as a friend.

She went to great lengths to get close to him, trying every method imaginable. Did Zhou Yi really hate her that much?

Shen Bingyan felt somewhat hurt; trying to get close to Zhou Yi was actually more troublesome than destroying an enemy force.

A blue Bentley emerged from the split lanes of traffic ahead, flashing past in a mere ten meters. The bodyguard's eyes widened in excitement the moment he saw the license plate.

"Miss, Zhou Yi's car is up ahead."

This time it was truly a coincidence; Shen Bingyan wasn't deliberately waiting here to run into Zhou Yi.

The Shen family's businesses span every province, and naturally, they also have businesses in Luzhou. Just as Zhou Yi kept a low profile and concealed his identity, only a few people in Luzhou knew about the Shen family's businesses, so few people in Luzhou had heard of the Shen family from the capital.

Shen Bingyan had just returned from dealing with some matters when she unexpectedly saw the Zhou family's car here.

Could this be fate?

Did Heaven take pity on her and finally soften its heart?

Shen Bingyan checked the time on her phone. Yes, it was the time when Zhou Yi was coming home from school.

Shen Bingyan tapped her pale fingers on the car door handle repeatedly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes: "Go, rear-end the Zhou family's car."

The bodyguard's hands, gripping the steering wheel, trembled slightly in fright, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Miss, what did you say?"

Did he hear that right?

Although he is a very good driver, rear-end collisions are too easy to cause accidents.

If those guys in Kyoto find out that the young lady had an accident while riding in his car, it probably won't be as simple as just being demoted on the spot; they might issue an arrest warrant and hunt him down.

He really hoped that he had misheard, that the young lady hadn't actually said anything, and that there was something wrong with his ears.

However, things did not go as he wished.

Shen Bingyan repeated each word carefully: "I said, rear-ended, Zhou, family, car."

"Did you hear me? Don't make me repeat myself a third time!"

Hearing the seriousness in Shen Bingyan's tone, the bodyguard cursed inwardly and nodded hastily.

Since the young lady was his boss, he had no choice but to obey.

He tensed up, and pleaded with Shen Bingyan, "Miss, I heard you clearly."

"I'll try my best. Miss, please fasten your seatbelt first. If you suffer even the slightest minor injury, those guys from Kyoto will skin me alive."

Shen Bingyan did not object to this and fastened her seatbelt in the back seat.

Seeing that Shen Bingyan had already fastened her seatbelt, the bodyguard took a deep breath and began to accelerate to catch up with the Zhou family's car.