Chapter 8 Don't come any closer!

Third floor restroom

There were very few people left at the school at this hour. Ying Shixue slowly rubbed the rag in her hands, the cold water gushing from the tap washing her fingertips until they were icy white and red.

He looked down, seemingly engrossed in washing the rag. The people hidden in the shadows exchanged a glance and, in perfect unison, stepped forward and covered his mouth and nose with the sedative-laced rag around his neck!

The person under the palm struggled desperately, but the two men held her down with all their might. Finally, after a minute, the drug took full effect, and Ying Shixue collapsed.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, each supporting one of his arms, and pretending to be good buddies, they went down the stairs along the blind spot of the surveillance camera on the wall.

When Ying Shixue regained consciousness, it was already completely dark around her.

He tried to move his hands and feet, and sure enough, they were all tied to the chair.

The surroundings were completely still and seemingly endless black. The dose of the drug was small, but its effects were still there. He moved his neck, and after his eyes adjusted, he could barely make out that he was in an abandoned warehouse.

There was an eerie silence all around, with all the windows sealed shut, not letting in a single ray of light. Even knowing that this was a society that left its mark, the omnipresent fear and the feeling of being isolated and abandoned still uncontrollably gnawed at one's heart little by little.

Ying Shixue estimated in his mind that it was about six o'clock when he came out of the classroom. The duration of unconsciousness caused by short-term sedatives was limited. If he intentionally held his breath to reduce the inhalation time when he applied the drug to the handkerchief, it would probably last about an hour. For convenience, they should not go too far from the school. Even if they walked slowly, it should take half an hour to get there.

That is to say, it is now around 7:30.

Ying Shixue tilted her head slightly and recalled what time Song Mingli finished school: ten o'clock.

Meanwhile, inside a small compartment in the warehouse.

"Brother Gen, are you going out then?"

Wang Gen glanced down at the time on his phone: "Wait a little longer."

The person next to him said with some worry, "I hope nothing really happens."

"Coward!" Wang Gen slapped him across the face: "We need to really wear down this kid's arrogance."

Today, Dong Yu was supposed to be the leader, but around seven o'clock, he got a phone call from home and was called back. He left cursing angrily, but he was already infatuated and couldn't change his mind—that's why he became the temporary leader here.

Wang Gen breathed softly, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of finally gaining power after years of oppression.

Using his superior vantage point, he watched the figure struggling in the darkness. The person seemed to be in extreme panic, the old wooden chair creaking as it was shaken, and the hands tied behind their back twisting and turning desperately but unable to break free.

Only then did Wang Gen break into a wide grin, the smile widening to reveal his gleaming white teeth.

The cold light shining from the watch, when placed on a face of such a young age, created an extremely incongruous and distorted chill.

The fear of having nowhere to go is more terrifying than silence and darkness.

In the past, he had followed Dong Yu in using this method to punish too many people. Short-acting sedatives would not leave any detectable components in the body, and the duration of the drug was less than 24 hours, so it was not considered an illegal restriction. During this period, they had many ways to torment people without leaving a trace.

"Have you checked the surveillance footage? When was his last contact, who did he meet, and what did they say? Have someone search the area around the school!"

“That area is a blind spot for surveillance cameras. The remaining wires were cut at some point, and we are working hard to repair them. — The classroom surveillance footage shows that Ying Shao had already come and was about to leave, but a classmate said something to him and made him stay.”

"check!"

Twenty minutes later, Song Mingli kicked open the heavy wooden door with a bang, and his well-trained bodyguards in black filed in, forming two lines that occupied the entire living room space.

The maid screamed, the housekeeper shouted angrily, and the Dong family women who were playing cards together in the living room stood up in alarm. Dong Jinpeng was helped downstairs and slammed his cane on the ground angrily.

"Young Master Song, I will still address you with respect, but to act like this in the middle of the night, even if your Song family is powerful and wealthy, we will not allow ourselves to be bullied like this!"

Song Mingli didn't look at him at all the whole time. Dong Yu had already been dragged down and was terrified when he saw this scene.

"Where did you take Ying Shixue?!"

Dong Yu trembled and couldn't utter a single word, desperately pinching his palms to keep himself calm: "What Ying Shixue? I have no idea where he is!"

Feng Qianli rushed over and hugged her precious son: "Song Mingli, don't think you're so great just because you have a little money. Let me tell you—ah!!"

Song Mingli grabbed Dong Yu from her and slammed him against the wall: "You had someone deliberately switch shifts with him, tricked him into going to the deserted toilet, and now where have you taken him!"

Dong Yu punched and kicked, shouting, "I don't know!!"

Song Mingli sneered, dragged the man toward the bathroom, and turned on the faucet and shower with a bang. The sink was filled with water in no time. Song Mingli pressed down on the back of his neck from behind and shoved the man in with his head and neck!

Feng Qianli was screaming like crazy, roaring as she tried to rush over, but was stopped in place by the bodyguards in black. Dong Jinpeng was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he couldn't say a word for a long time while holding his cane.

Splash! Dong Yu was pulled out of the water, coughing violently. The hand behind his neck was as hard as iron, and he couldn't break free even a little. His hands thrashed and struggled to grab back, but it was all in vain.

"Where is Ying Shixue?"

"No..."

He was submerged again, but this time Song Mingli pulled him out after only ten seconds. Dong Yu finally collapsed completely: "I'll talk, I'll talk, cough cough cough—, in the abandoned warehouse behind the school—cough cough cough!"

The hand that was holding him loosened, and Song Mingli turned around without pausing for a second: "Let's go!"

Before stepping out of the Dong family's gate, Song Mingli coldly turned back: "We'll settle today's score another day."

The bodyguards in black retreated silently and swiftly, leaving Old Master Dong behind, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

"Grandpa!" "Grandpa has fainted!" "Quickly, call a doctor!"

Meanwhile, inside the small warehouse

Wang Gen kicked a bucket of filthy water in front of Ying Shixue: "Drink this and I'll let you go."

Ying Shixue glanced at it only once before looking away with disgust, turning her face to the side to adjust her breathing.

It had been more than two hours since he was tied up here. The few bites of food he ate at noon had long been digested, and his stomach was cramping. His lips were slightly chapped from dryness.

Wang Gen stood with his arms crossed and knees bent: "There was another person who was supposed to come and teach you a lesson, but he was called home from home at the last minute tonight."

He sighed with some regret and tapped his phone with his fingertips: "But it's okay, we'll record you drinking this stuff and take it back to enjoy."

The light here was still dim. The small warehouse had been abandoned long ago. The two people behind Wang Gen were shining flashlights on it. Ying Shixue was observing them discreetly. There should only be three people.

Wang Gen stepped forward and kicked the bucket in front of him again: "Not drinking?"

Ying Shixue slowly moved her arms, mentally calculating how long it would take to completely break free of the ropes, while glaring at him with extremely angry eyes.

It must be said that his eyes are very beautiful. Even in a dimly lit environment, his skin still has a delicate luster, reminiscent of pearls in the deep sea and white porcelain in a dark room.

Wang Gen was momentarily distracted, then suddenly changed his mind. He took a few steps forward and stopped less than two meters away from Ying Shixue: "It's okay if we don't drink it for now."

"Kneel down and kowtow to me ten times. I'll let you go when I'm satisfied."

Aren't you afraid the Song family will cause you trouble?

Wang Gen laughed as if he had heard an extremely funny joke: "What trouble? Don't think that you can live a life of wealth and honor just because you've climbed up to them. No matter what, they're just putting on an act in front of outsiders. When Song Mingli grows up a bit more, will he really tolerate you?"

"Don't overthink it," he said impatiently, looking at the person in front of him. "Give your head to Grandpa or drink this bucket of water. You choose one."

Ying Shixue felt the ropes on her arm, which were about to break, and slowly reached for the pen in her inner pocket: "What if I don't choose either?"

"Then you have to choose them all!" Two people behind him, carrying a bucket of water, were about to come over and grab him, pushing him into the water!

At the critical moment, Ying Shixue exerted a sudden force on his arm, and the rope snapped. He then swung the chair and smashed it outwards.

Caught off guard, the two were actually hit, the bucket crashed to the ground, and dirty water spilled out. Wang Gen roared in anger, gathered his strength, and was about to strike Ying Shixue in the abdomen.

However, the moment the fist struck, Wang Gen sensed something was wrong. Ying Shixue didn't dodge at all; in fact, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Wang Gen felt a sharp pain in his right chest, as if it had shattered. The two of them collapsed to the ground simultaneously. The person who had been carrying the bucket realized something was wrong and tried to help, but the next second, two loud shouts rang out at the same time:

"ah!!"

"Don't come any closer!"

Wang Gen's eyes widened in terror, and he could barely breathe. Less than half a millimeter away from his left pupil, the sharp tip of the pen flashed, almost piercing through his left eye!

The two men were stunned and stood frozen in place, for even the most depraved people would not dare to do such a heinous thing.

Wang Gen trembled and dared not move an inch. His punch, which he had put all his strength into, had definitely hit Ying Shixue. But judging from the force with which Ying Shixue had rushed forward after being hit so hard and the fierceness with which she thrust forward without hesitation, he had no doubt that she would really pierce his eyes!

"Make them back off."

"Back off! Back off!"

Wang Gen stood frozen, too afraid to move: "Let's talk this out, let's talk this out..."

A madman, a complete madman!

Wang Gen finally realized that it wasn't them setting a trap for Ying Shixue; the other side had been preparing all along, waiting for them to take the bait!

A mocking look appeared in Ying Shixue's eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, when suddenly a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the warehouse door—