Chapter 204: Distress

Looking at Qin Si's experience, running out at this time would undoubtedly be giving away his life.

He couldn't be sure that the other party was definitely coming for him. Jiang Zhiyue's tone made it clear that he was the one causing the trouble, which made the man's breath drop and his brows frown. "If you didn't live with me, you would have been caught by the poor people to vent their anger as soon as the riot started."

He pointed out the window. On the cross-sea bridge, he could vaguely see rich people abandoning their cars and fleeing, as well as civilians wielding hammers and weapons to smash, loot and burn.

Jiang Zhiyue frowned, disagreeing with the man's point of view, "Why do you think that those who were smashing, looting and burning must be civilians? You were so far away and you were not at the scene."

Qin Si, "I will leave you here later, and you will know whether it is the rich who want your life, or your kind who wish you dead."

Pride and Prejudice was perfectly interpreted by him.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't want to argue with him about meaningless things. She knew it was not a good idea to stay here any longer. She had no idea what the current situation of this hotel was.

It had only been one night, and she really didn't expect Sheng Huaian's prediction to come true so quickly.

This was different from the riots seen in the square. The rioters that night all had their faces covered and were afraid to openly smash, loot and burn because of their identities. However, the scene on the cross-sea bridge was that rich people and civilians were mixed together, and no one needed to hide their identity.

Countless people rushed in from outside the wall, as if crossing the bridge would lead to a new world.

The high wall at the end of the cross-sea bridge, rows of neat and magnificent architectural walls, still looks sacred and unattainable, but it is already a spent force.

Things are changing too fast.

Unexpectedly, riots broke out in just a few days.

Newspapers in the wealthy areas clearly reassured the rich people over and over again, telling them not to worry about the civilians outside the wall and that the authorities would handle everything. But when the situation got out of control, all the assurances were useless.

High taxes, excessive exploitation, high protection fees, and strict class divisions have long created security risks for this continent.

Qin Si lives in the best hotel in the wealthy area.

Experience taught Jiang Zhiyue that if she couldn't escape in time, she would become one of the victims of anger. Such large-scale and uncontrollable events always had people behind the scenes.

The participants and victims are all pawns.

While the power was still on, Jiang Zhiyue turned on the TV and quickly glanced at the latest news. The radio station clearly stated that the road would be open to traffic in two days.

If she waited a little longer, she could go home.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't believe that Xiao Jingrun was the one who harmed her. Perhaps the riot was beyond Xiao Jingrun's expectations. Although it was bound to happen sooner or later, it was definitely not now.

Many names suddenly flashed through Jiang Zhiyue's mind, and finally stopped at Sheng Huaian.

Would he play the role of the mastermind? Then why would he remind her?

"I saw Lin Jun in the restaurant yesterday," she said.

Qin Si sneered and had no reaction.

He is just a dull guy, don't expect to hear any useful information from him.

Jiang Zhiyue decided to part ways with the man, but at this moment Qin Si opened the door fearlessly. In the quiet corridor, there was no sound, and the strange waiter seemed to have really disappeared.

Jiang Zhiyue was puzzled by her own guess for a moment. Was she too nervous?

However, the next scene proved her guess.

The weird waitress did not leave. She was waiting in the stairwell. The more dangerous the moment, the less likely it was that the elevator would be a means of escape. The wide and bright stairwell was the first choice.

Qin Si pulled the girl and threw her aside. He kicked open the door of the stairwell. With a "bang", a bullet came straight at him. The man quickly dodged and the bullet hit the wall, leaving a deep dent.

Before the other party could fire again, he quickly shot out the butterfly knife in his hand. The move was sharp and swift, killing the enemy with one blow.

Qin Si didn't waste any more time. He grabbed Jiang Zhiyue and hurried downstairs.

After leaving the top floor, the noise downstairs became louder and louder, a mixture of screams and pleas for mercy, and banging and smashing sounds, and I couldn't tell if someone was knocking on the door or someone had fallen to the ground.

"Help! Help me!" Jiang Zhiyue was just around the corner when she suddenly saw the iron gate being rushed open, revealing a middle-aged man with blood all over his face and wearing gold and silver jewelry. Even his gold-inlaid dentures could be vaguely seen at the corners of his grinning mouth.

The middle-aged man looked very disheveled, with several of his dentures falling out and his mouth full of blood.

He almost fell on Jiang Zhiyue, but Qin Si kicked him away.

With a bang, the iron door was closed again and the middle-aged man returned to the land of nightmare.

Jiang Zhiyue didn't know what was happening over there. The screams mixed with the sound of flesh and blood being beaten leaked out through the crack in the door.

"We don't need to thank anyone. The people we commoners should thank the most are ourselves! The nobles regard us as irrecyclable garbage and termites. The place where we live is a garbage dump that they will never step into in their entire lives!"

"Then I will regard them as corpses today! All the material things they possess will disappear along with their lives!"

There were several powerful "speeches" outside the door.

Following a few violent slaps, the screams became even louder.

It's already in a mess, and it seems to be out of control.

Jiang Zhiyue looked at the hand that was held by the man and tried to struggle slightly to shake it off. However, the force with which Qin Si held her wrist was almost enough to break the delicate bones.

He grabbed her again and ran downstairs quickly.

The ninetieth floor of a skyscraper. Jiang Zhiyue ran countless steps up and down each flight of stairs. She felt dizzy and her wrists were soaked with sticky sweat.

There was no time to see what was happening, Qin Si quickly took action to resolve the situation. People from every floor ran out to call for help, and anyone who dared to block Qin Si's way would be kicked back by him.

His hair was disheveled and a few drops of blood splashed on his cold face. Just as he was about to go down to the first floor, a figure suddenly jumped out from the iron gate behind him and grabbed Jiang Zhiyue's hair tightly.

The woman's face was covered in blood, her clothes were disheveled, her identity could not be identified, and she was holding a knife in her hand, which was about to stab Jiang Zhiyue's neck.

Jiang Zhiyue quickly grabbed the handle of the knife. The woman's face was ferocious and she stabbed downwards with even more force.

When Qin Si heard the noise, he was about to turn around to deal with the woman, but a few men in turbans jumped out in front of him, waving machetes and rushing towards him.

If he didn't resolve the situation in front of him, the wide blade would fall on his arm. Behind him, the crazy woman that Jiang Zhiyue met took out a knife from her pocket and stabbed the girl in the abdomen.

Jiang Zhiyue was about to raise her foot to kick away, but it was too late. The woman moved too fast, and the sharp blade went straight to her abdomen. With a dull "puff" sound, the man grabbed the blade with his big hand, breaking the cicada-wing-like glove, and blood gushed out instantly.