Chapter 212 It's My Turn

Shuang Xu opened his eyes and saw Zheng Zuye's face.

I haven't seen this face for a while, and when I see it again, it seems even more hideous.

This place looked like a warehouse, with wooden boxes stacked in the corners, a rough-looking table made of logs in the middle, and about a dozen people standing at the door and by the wall.

Zheng Zuye was sitting next to that table.

The arrogance and arrogance of the past seemed to have disappeared, and there was a gloom between his brows. The fall of Master Zheng had obviously dealt a heavy blow to this third-generation rich man.

Shuang Xu wanted to move, but found her hands were tied behind her back. She struggled to get up from the ground by rubbing against the wall. Zheng Zuye stood up and walked over, squatting in front of her.

Shuang Xu leaned back against the wall, his lips pursed, "Did you do anything wrong with my senior?"

"He Tingzhou is really worried about you. He sends several bodyguards to follow you every day and guard you so strictly that not even a fly can fly over. Do you know how much effort I put in just to see you?"

"This is the first time I've heard someone describe kidnapping in such a refreshing and unconventional way." Shuang Xu said coldly, "Have you forgotten what you promised your grandfather?"

Zheng Zuye's eyes suddenly turned sinister: "How dare you mention my grandfather? He Tingzhou killed my grandfather and forced my family into a dead end. If I don't kill you, my grandfather will die with regret."

Mr. Zheng passed away?

Being forced to hang on for so long was a relief for him.

No wonder Zheng Zuye suddenly went crazy.

Shuang Xu didn’t know whether her message was sent successfully, nor did she know where she was. Would He Tingzhou find her?

"You should seek revenge on him for what he did. Why are you looking for me? Are you afraid of him so you only dare to attack women?"

"Stop provoking me." Zheng Zuye said, "Killing He Tingzhou would be too easy for him. Do you know what is the best way to take revenge on him?"

He leaned close to Shuang Xu's ear, with a malicious smile on his face: "Just wait and see."

He took great pains to kidnap her, and his real purpose was He Tingzhou.

The sharp sound of brakes sounded at this moment, and Zheng Zuye said, "It came quite quickly."

Shuang Xu's heart tightened, and she opened her mouth to scream, but Zheng Zuye covered her mouth and taped it shut.

Those guarding the door were rubbing their hands in anticipation. The door was kicked open from the outside, and when He Tingzhou walked in, he had a murderous aura that wanted to kill any god or Buddha he could get.

Zheng Zuye's men were prepared and swung their sticks at him. He Tingzhou dodged to the side, grabbed his arm and pulled it back, and took the stick from his hand.

Then he pulled back with his hand and hit the face of the other person who was attacking from behind.

Dozens of people surrounded him and started fighting fiercely in an instant. The sound of fists hitting flesh made Shuang Xu's heart skip a beat.

He Tingzhou attacked swiftly and fiercely, and those people were no match for him. However, no matter how fast he reacted, his two fists could not defeat more than twenty hands. He was hit hard several times, and his arm was cut open by a knife held by someone unknown.

The blood quickly stained his sleeve, leaving a bright red line. He Tingzhou seemed to be completely unconscious. He hit the opponent's head with his backhand elbow, and the man fell to the ground with a groan.

Seeing that he was actually gaining the upper hand, Zheng Zuye grabbed Shuang Xu and put a knife to her throat.

"The surname is He!"

The knife was very sharp, and the cold blade brought a sharp pain. Shuang Xu couldn't feel whether his neck was cut, but he saw He Tingzhou's movements suddenly stopped at that moment.

"Are you here to show off your power?" Zheng Zuye said, "Guess which is faster, your stick or my knife?"

He Tingzhou's eyes were dark and cold as he stared at Zheng Zuye. Veins bulged on the back of his hand that was holding the stick. The burst of power pressed into his blood vessels and meandered upward along his forearm.

After a moment, he dropped the stick in his hand to the ground with a swift movement, raised his wrists and surrendered.

"What's the point of arresting her? Let me take over."

As soon as Zheng Zuye raised his chin, the people next to him immediately came forward with a rope and tied He Tingzhou's hands behind his back.