Chapter 110 Kidnapping

The weather in southern Zhou is particularly oppressive today, as if a heavy rain is waiting.

Chen Qing was so hot that he couldn't breathe. He reminded the driver, "Could you please turn on the air conditioner for a while?"

The driver opened the window and said, "I'm sorry, the air conditioner in my car is broken."

She glanced at it, sighed to herself, and leaned close to the car window to enjoy the breeze.

The vehicle behind him on the right suddenly approached, and the distance was too close, so Chen Qing instinctively sat up straight.

The driver cursed, "Someone died at home, and I'm in a hurry to visit the grave!"

She was afraid of something happening, so she gently comforted him, "Master, I'm not in a hurry. Let's not bother with uncultured people. Let him go."

"Fuck him! I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"

The driver accelerated suddenly and followed the car in front closely, leaving no chance for the car behind to squeeze in.

After passing the intersection, the car behind also turned. Chen Qing noticed something strange, raised the car window and took out her cell phone. She dialed the police number and was ready to call at any time.

There is a sparsely populated stretch of road leading back to Luo's house, and surveillance does not cover the entire section. The sound of Chen Qing's heartbeat drowned out the driver's sarcasm, and he stared at the car.

After making several wide turns and failing to get out of the way, she finally became convinced that there was something wrong with the car, so she exited the dialing page and found Lian Zhuo's number.

Before her hand touched the screen, a violent impact came from the right.

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In the evening, Jiang Jingyan came out of the conference room.

Lian Zhuo hurried over and said, "Miss Chen sent me a message with only one word."

The man frowned, staring at the lone 'Save' on the screen.

"I called and it's turned off." Lian Zhuo said solemnly, "The Luo family's nanny said Miss Chen went out this afternoon and hasn't returned home yet."

Jiang Jingyan took out his cell phone and found a missed call from Chen Qing.

Today, two leaders were sent from above to discuss with the board of directors whether Vice President Kong’s confidants in Washington should stay or go. He fell silent.

"Where's Tang Xiaoming?"

"Boss Huang was afraid that Director Yan would come after him and wanted to run away. Young Master Xiao introduced him to a business deal to delay the meeting. It wasn't done by those five people at night."

Jiang Jingyan's face was gloomy as he strode into the elevator.

As soon as I arrived at the basement, my cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

He picked up quickly.

"Mr. Jiang." A strange electronic voice was heard through a voice changer. "Can't find your woman, right?"

Jiang Jingyan looked around. The basement was empty and there was nowhere to hide.

He paused, his tone sinister, "Wrong number."

"The goddess of folk music, delicate and tender, Mr. Jiang said, should I cripple one of her hands or shave her face?"

The sobbing was particularly miserable in the receiver. His blood was boiling and his chest was heaving violently. "Tell me your purpose, is it for money?"

"Money is a fucking bastard! You're the only one with money!"

"what would you like."

The sudden silence deepened the depressing atmosphere.

After a long while, someone on the other end sneered, "Back then, Mr. Jiang was so majestic and powerful, he ruined my entire family. Why isn't he so arrogant now?"

"If I can destroy your entire family, I can certainly find you." Jiang Jingyan's brows were dark, his eyes were sharp, and he pressed again, "What do you want?"

"West Port, half an hour, one person will come, and we will report to Mr. Jiang in person."

The call was disconnected.

Jiang Jingyan got into the driver's seat and said, "It's revenge. Go check the information of vehicles entering and leaving the Sihanoukville Terminal. Don't let anyone who has had contact with me in the past few years go."

Lian Zhuo clung to the car door and said, "The other party isn't sure how many people there are. I'll go with you."

"Separate yourselves, don't waste time, go quickly!"

The car was like an arrow shot from a bow, disappearing quickly into the dark blue twilight.

Xigang Wharf is located at the junction of Zhounan and this city. Judging from the time, Chen Qing should have been taken away from Zhounan and met at the wharf, so that he could escape at any time after killing him.

Jiang Jingyan pressed his fist tightly against the corner of his lips, looking extremely gloomy. He thought about all the possible enemies and after eliminating them, Vice President Kong was the most likely one.

But he still had a bit of rationality left, and when he analyzed the content of the phone call, he always felt that something was wrong.

Halfway through the trip, Lian Zhuo called to report, "There's only one car with a problem, and the owner is Zhang Zhao's driver."

"Zhang Zhao?"

Lian Zhuo reminded, "At the end of last year, when Ms. Chen was working part-time at the International Trade Center, Zhang Zhao's wife mistook her for a mistress and made things difficult for her. You later stepped in to resolve the issue."

I remember now.

Zhang Zhao's company's business plummeted from then on and went bankrupt within a few months. His wife and mistress ran away, and he was no longer seen in the city.

It's really revenge.

Jiang Jingyan stepped on the accelerator and asked, "Are you sure it's him?"

"Traffic control near the port was implemented this afternoon. The road will be open at 5:00. There will be fewer vehicles entering and leaving, making it easier to check."

Jiang Jingyan arrived when there were only five minutes left before the agreed time.

He pulled out his call log and dialed, "I'm here."

The last ray of afterglow completely disappeared into the sky.

The wind was strong at the port, lifting the man's clothes and hair. In the turbid light, he stood tall and straight, looking around alertly.

"Five hundred meters south."

Jiang Jingyan did as he was told and came to a warehouse.

"Come in, basement."

The big iron gate was rusty, leaving a gap half a person's width. He stepped in without hesitation, and in an instant, a light rain began to fall.

There was no light in the warehouse, it was pitch black, and the air was filled with a salty, damp, and fishy smell. Jiang Jingyan frowned and followed the only halo of light to find the entrance to the basement.

He walked down the stairs and his vision gradually became clear.

There was a narrow table in the corner. Zhang Zhao was sitting at the table gnawing on a chicken leg, with a row of thugs standing behind him.

Seeing someone coming, he raised the bone in his hand and greeted, "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry for the poor hospitality. Please sit down."

Jiang Jingyan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly approached, "Where are the people?"

"Don't be anxious. It's been so long since we last met. Let's catch up."

"Go abroad, go out of the province, it's up to you." The man's eyes were dark and half-closed. "Stop talking nonsense. Where are you?"

Zhang Zhao wiped the oil stain on his trouser leg and smacked his lips. "Mr. Jiang is a man of integrity, but I'm not alone. Everyone knows you're famous for your impartiality. Letting me go? Bullshit!"

"Since you understand the pros and cons, why provoke me?"

"If I can't get you, I'll get your woman. It's worth it for the pleasure I get."

Jiang Jing rolled the cigarette butt between his teeth, trying his best to hold back. He hadn't smelled that odor when he came in. If something had really happened, there would have been something on the floor or on the table. At the very least, Zhang Zhao couldn't have been fully dressed, and there couldn't have been no traces of an argument on the floor.

He exhaled smoke. "Our grudge is settled here. I'm giving you a choice. You can make demands, but making a big fuss and delaying the matter won't benefit anyone."

Zhang Zhao laughed and stood up. "So you're cooperating? Well, you beat my wife and me in the club, and you shut down my company. Today I want to settle the score."

"How do you calculate it?"

"30 million, to get me out of the country in a fair and honest manner."

Jiang Jingyan sneered, "Okay."

"Also, just like the grandson you scolded me for, you have to be beaten today. Or, you can beat that girl too. It's your choice, Mr. Jiang."

Hearing this, he threw the cigarette butt into the bowl on the table and said, "See you first."

Zhang Zhao stopped talking and raised his hand to signal.

The thug pushed open a hidden small door on the wall, revealing a shadow in the middle.