Chapter 97 His mistress... Jiang Kexin?

Perhaps due to the intense movements or the heated atmosphere, Jiang Kexin's mask suddenly loosened and slipped off.

His face, flushed with alcohol and lust, was revealed.

Sheng Weiwei's spirits lifted suddenly.

"Quick! Take a close-up! Now!" she urged the man beside her in a low voice.

The man was flustered, and the camera was fixed on Jiang Kexin's unguarded face.

This melon is guaranteed to be ripe!

...

After three days of fermentation, the stock price of Lu's Group plummeted like a kite with a broken string, hitting another solid limit down.

In his office, Lu Lie remained as steady as a mountain, his fingers lightly tapping on the keyboard as he handled official business overseas, occasionally getting up to greet several important guests.

Yesterday, people from relevant departments came to his door and had a serious talk with him.

This incident has escalated to the point that the authorities are taking it very seriously.

Gu Xingnian was really getting restless. She walked to Lu Lie's desk, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Senior, this can't go on. The stock price is plummeting like this every day; it's really going to bankrupt the company!"

She took a deep breath.

"How about we hold a press conference and explain the situation properly?"

Lu Lie looked up from the document, his eyes behind his glasses carrying a gentle smile.

"Sure." He closed his laptop. "I'll do whatever you say."

He paused, then added, "However, it will be in three days."

"We have to wait another three days?"

Gu Xingnian was speechless. The situation was so dire, yet he remained so calm.

But then she thought about it again. He always did things at his own pace and with his own deeper meaning. Perhaps there really was some arrangement that she didn't know about.

Lu Lie looked at her furrowed brows and a smile played on his lips.

"What, are you worried about me?"

He leaned back slightly in his chair, looking relaxed.

"If I really go bankrupt, I'll report to Qingniao. How about it, Mr. Gu, will you take in an unemployed person like me?"

He has always held the position of General Manager of Qingniao Technology. In the past three years, Qingniao Technology has achieved its current vigorous development, and he has indeed made great contributions and devoted a lot of effort to it.

Gu Xingnian was amused by him, and the worry between her brows eased a little.

"Sure, as long as you, Young Master Lu, are willing to be my slave, why wouldn't I?"

Her tone was relaxed, with a hint of teasing.

Just then, Lu Lie's private phone suddenly rang sharply, the ringing sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet office.

He picked up his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered.

"Hello."

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Lu Lie's expression suddenly turned cold, and his eyes sharpened.

"You guys clean it up yourselves!"

He said those few words briefly, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion, and then slammed the phone down.

The whole process was so fast that it took no time to react.

Gu Xingnian felt a pang in her heart as she looked at his face, which had instantly darkened.

"What happened?" she asked softly, her voice filled with undisguised concern.

Lu Lie casually tossed his phone onto the table, his coldness fading somewhat, but a strange emotion still churned deep within his eyes.

"Nothing much, just some trivial matters at headquarters." He rubbed his temples, looking somewhat tired. "Want to have dinner with me tonight?"

He looked up at Gu Xingnian, his gaze losing its usual gentleness, as if the sudden change just now was merely an illusion.

Gu Xingnian nodded. "Okay."

She didn't press him further, knowing that it was pointless to ask if he didn't want to talk about it.

"Then I'll go out and get busy." She turned and left the office.

The moment the office door closed, the gentle expression on Lu Lie's face vanished completely.

He quickly picked up another encrypted phone on the table, dialed a number, and the moment the call connected, his voice was as cold and hard as iron, devoid of any warmth.

"Clean it up! If necessary, sacrifice the pawns to save the king!"

A chilling killing intent surged in the depths of his eyes, so intense it was almost overflowing.

...

On the other side.

In the eastern suburbs, a long-abandoned house was filled with the smell of decay and dampness.

Fu Beichen and Lu Qinglin led a group of men and silently surrounded the place.

Lu Qinglin's intelligence indicated that Durno was hiding here.

"Action!" With that command, several men burst through the door.

The house was empty and covered in dust, clearly indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

However, on an old wooden table in the corner, a tea set was neatly arranged.

Lu Qinglin stepped forward, stretched out his finger, and gently touched the body of the teapot.

"It's still hot." He frowned. "They just left. Let's split up and chase after them!"

Before the words were finished, a strong, faint smell of blood wafted over from a certain direction.

Fu Beichen's nose twitched, and his expression changed slightly. "Wait!"

Following the scent of blood, the group found an inconspicuous basement entrance at the back of the house.

The door was violently kicked open.

An even stronger, more nauseating stench wafted over, almost suffocating one.

The basement was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of light filtering in from the ventilation openings.

Lu Qinglin went in first, adjusted his eyes to the light, and then fixed his gaze on the center of the basement.

There, hanging there was a mangled, bloody body, covered in gruesome wounds, the blood already congealed into a dark red.

He stepped forward and examined it carefully.

"Dead!" The voice was low and heavy.

Fu Beichen followed closely behind, and when he saw the tragic scene before him, his pupils contracted sharply, and his lips pressed into a straight line.

Could this person be Durano?

Lu Qinglin reached out and brushed aside the man's loose, blood-stained hair, revealing his distorted facial features. He then examined the area behind the corpse's shoulder.

There, a menacing black snake tattoo was faintly visible among the torn flesh.

“It’s him, Durano.” Lu Qinglin said with absolute certainty.

Fu Beichen's eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless, icy pool.

Durano, is he dead?

Moreover, he was tortured and killed in such a cruel way. Who captured him? And who is punishing him in this way?

Lu Qinglin stood up and looked around the simple yet bloody basement.

"Judging from the method, the person who kidnapped him must have a deep hatred for him. Could it be... the woman we've been looking for?"

That mistress who was imprisoned and abused by Duruno? Only a deep-seated hatred could drive someone to use such inhumane torture.

Fu Beichen remained silent for a moment, his voice cold.

“Then we’ll wait and see.” He looked at Lu Qinglin. “Go check the surveillance footage in this area and see if any suspicious vehicles or people have appeared.”

The two walked out side by side, the stench of blood still thick and unbearable in the air.

Time passed by, second by second.

About four hours later, as night deepened, two car headlights suddenly lit up on the deserted road outside the abandoned house.

A black van slowly drove in and stopped outside the gate of the abandoned house.

Fu Beichen, who had been hiding in the shadows, sharply scanned the car.

The moment he saw the license plate number, his tall frame trembled uncontrollably.

That license plate...it looks so familiar!

The car door opened.

A foot in an elegant high heel peeked out first, followed by a slender figure stepping out of the car.

Immediately, a bright and beautiful face, yet with a touch of aloofness and arrogance, came into clear view.

It's Jiang Kexin!