Chapter 60 Screwing the Night

Song Wangyuan did not doubt Ji Mingchuan's abilities.

But when he faced Xin Que's meaningful provocation, he subconsciously gripped the armrest of his wheelchair.

Chang Qin is an extremely arrogant man.

Song Wangyuan slowly released the handrail and calmed down by adjusting his breathing.

He's waiting to see this person pay the price for his arrogance.

Chen Zheng stood protectively in front of Song Wangyuan, becoming alert.

“Young Master,” Chen Zheng decided to protect Song Wangyuan and get him away from here to avoid being caught in the crossfire, “Once Mr. Ji distracts Chang Qin, I will escort you away.”

Song Wangyuan neither agreed nor disagreed.

Ji Mingchuan no longer concealed his killing intent. He twirled his military knife and slashed straight at Xin Que.

Xin Que's smile deepened.

Even the composed Ji Mingchuan couldn't suppress the anger of being looked down upon when mocked by the young man's nonchalant attitude.

Moreover, he was not exactly a respectable person to begin with. When he was working for the Chang family, he had done all sorts of extreme things, even to the point of bloodshed. To be mocked by this young upstart was nothing short of a blatant insult.

The military knives in Ji Mingchuan and Xin Que's hands clashed, the ear-piercing sound sending adrenaline soaring.

Ji Mingchuan's heart sank.

wrong!

This person doesn't fight entirely with brute force.

His physical and sword skills are already superb, and he mostly uses skillful force to neutralize attacks.

Especially after Xin Que used the back of the blade to deflect the military knife he had confidently swung, and as they passed each other, Ji Mingchuan became even more certain of his judgment of Chang Qin.

He has the right to be arrogant.

Ji Mingchuan's swift slashes were repeatedly deflected by Xin Que using the back of her blade.

The man's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Why only parry with the back of the blade and never retaliate? Is it because you're confident in your swordsmanship, or because you disdain a real fight with him?

Standing in front of Song Wangyuan, Chen Zheng also realized that the direction of this battle was becoming increasingly strange.

He shrugged, casually tossing his cumbersome suit jacket aside, then rolled up his sleeves. "Young Master, I'll see you downstairs first, and then... I'll come back to help Mr. Ji."

Song Wangyuan didn't understand fighting or swordsmanship, and from his perspective, the two were evenly matched.

But he could hear the seriousness in Chen Zheng's tone.

Ji Mingchuan's chances in this battle are uncertain.

Song Wangyuan stared intently at the young man who was locked in combat with Ji Mingchuan.

never mind.

Trust Chen Zheng's judgment.

“Hmm,” Song Wangyuan said, letting Chen Zheng push his wheelchair toward the door. “If it’s really too difficult, it’s more important to protect yourself.”

Chen Zheng responded in a deep voice.

"Sizzle."

The crackling sound of electricity in the air immediately set off Chen Zheng's alarm.

As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, they saw Ji Mingchuan's back as he collapsed.

"Don't worry," Xin Que said, tossing the small stun gun in her hand. "He'll just be dizzy for a while, he's fine."

This was a good thing that I smuggled from the instructor at that girls' college.

Chen Zheng pulled Song Wangyuan behind him, his forearm muscles tense. "What exactly do you want to do?"

Ignoring Chen Zheng's defensive stance, Xin Que spoke to Song Wangyuan behind him, "Get out of the way. I'll use your boss as a hostage, and I won't kill you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng became even more vigilant.

“The people on this floor don’t intend to let me leave,” Xin Que said, gradually approaching Chen Zheng with a meaningful look. “The people guarding this floor are a mixed bag, but their common goal is to keep me here forever.”

"I'm just using a high-profile hostage to get myself out of trouble, Mr. Chen. You should understand, right?"

"Go!" Chen Zheng shoved Song Wangyuan toward the door, then drew his sword and charged toward Xin Que.

Xin Que "..."

It must be said that Song Wangyuan's men were all very loyal.

Even as Ji Mingchuan fought to the very end, he was thinking about buying time for Song Wangyuan and Chen Zheng to escape. Chen Zheng knew that she had a stun gun, but he still rushed forward without hesitation.

But she had no interest in playing the self-sacrificing game with her superior and subordinate.

Xin Que dodged Chen Zheng's dagger and then kicked Chen Zheng in the lower body.

However, Chen Zheng lost his ability to move after only three moves.

She bent down and pulled away Chen Zheng's hand that was trying to pull her away. As soon as Xin Que withdrew her gaze from his, she paused in her steps as she was about to get up and leave.

A noisy buzzing sound rang in her ears.

It was the sound of human conversation, but the sound was as if it were shrouded in a veil, and it was impossible to understand what the voices were saying.

Chen Zheng, who was curled up at Xin Que's feet, was like a chameleon that briefly shed its mimicry and revealed its true nature during Xin Que's brief tinnitus. A twisted and eerie, yet extremely real, scene flashed through his mind.

Like a black, garbled virus, it quickly covered Chen Zheng's body. Then, as if it had its own consciousness, this humanoid garbled text turned its head to look at Xin Que.

Chen Zheng...

Chen Zheng...

Chen Zheng is...

When Xin Que saw the garbled human-shaped lip movements, her eyes widened suddenly. Then she abruptly raised her hand and grabbed the front of her clothes, biting her tongue to force herself back to her senses.

She forced herself to steady herself.

What did she just see?!

When I focused my gaze again, it was as if what I was seeing was just an illusion. There was only a man curled up on the ground in front of me. Where was the garbled code?

Her dazed expression lasted only a few seconds.

Just as Song Wangyuan was maneuvering his electric wheelchair out of the private room, a military knife was thrust from behind and pressed against his carotid artery.

The young man in the wheelchair spoke with an unyielding malice, “Come with me. Once I’m safe, I’ll let you go.”

Song Wangyuan's body stiffened.

He then closed his eyes and gave up struggling.

...

When Xin Que forcibly ripped the wristwatch off Song Wangyuan's wrist, his face turned ashen.

Xin Que threw all the things that could locate him, such as his mobile phone and wristwatch, into the bathroom.

Chen Zheng had recovered and was leading his men to search the entire building for Song Wangyuan's whereabouts.

“I thought you’d come through the main entrance,” Song Wangyuan said, looking at the night view below, his temple throbbing. “Is Mr. Chang a bat?”

Xin Que was already crouching on the window frame of the third-floor fire escape, holding Song Wangyuan in her arms.

The night breeze outside the window was gentle, but it chilled Song Wangyuan's heart as it brushed against his face.

"Go through the main gate and walk straight into the encirclement you've set up?" Xin Que's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Mr. Song, you'd better keep quiet."

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly spread throughout Song Wangyuan's body, and the man subconsciously turned his gaze toward Xin Que.

Xin Que and her entourage landed steadily on the platform behind the second floor of the hotel.

Song Wangyuan felt a heavy jolt, and when he came to his senses and opened his eyes, Xin Que had already carried him to the ground and was heading straight for a Mercedes parked behind the building.

Song Wangyuan felt a chill in his heart.

"I've gone to great lengths to deal with this trap you've set." Xin Que shoved the person into the passenger seat, then got into the driver's seat and quickly started the car and drove away.

The black sedan left Meiyuan, its neon lights flashing past its body, and crashed straight into the night that enveloped the city, speeding toward the outer ring road.

As Song Wangyuan watched the scenery receding outside the car window, he subconsciously gripped the fabric of his suit trousers.

Can Chen Zheng and Ji Mingchuan find him before he is taken away?

Xin Que kept his eyes straight ahead as he accelerated and shifted gears, his mind involuntarily replaying the unusual moment he had glimpsed on Chen Zheng that evening.

That was a completely different feeling from when I was controlled by the plot.

She can still recall the lip-reading made of humanoid gibberish covering Chen Zheng very clearly.

Chenzheng is... a guide.