The man in black's face was like a piece of bluestone covered with a thin layer of frost in winter—cold and hard, devoid of any warmth. His deep eyes seemed to be sealed by an invisible layer of ice, revealing not a trace of tenderness.
"Young Master Mingyi, I regret that I cannot comply."
His tightly pursed lips were like a sharp blade, and the words he spoke were equally cold and ruthless.
Ming Yi was young and impetuous. Although he knew that Ming Yi was Rong Zhi's most capable subordinate, he could not remain calm in the face of such a situation.
His face seemed shrouded in a dark cloud, and his eyes instantly blazed with fury. His pupils contracted, and his eyes were filled with deep anger.
A barely perceptible tension hung in the air, like an invisible net silently binding everyone tightly. Every nerve was taut.
“Eee…ah…”
The cook's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she struggled desperately.
Upon seeing this, Mingyi's eyes narrowed, and his face darkened so much it seemed like water was about to drip from it.
"I'll say it again, let her go."
He spoke again, as if he were engaged in a difficult struggle with the man in black. Every syllable sounded heavy and powerful, yet it was mixed with a slight, imperceptible tremor.
Seeing that he was somewhat agitated, the man in black took a deep breath and spoke in a cool voice.
"Why don't you give Young Master Ming a call?"
Mingyi's chest heaved violently, and veins bulged on his forehead.
The cook looked at him pleadingly, her eyes filled with bright red blood.
Ming hesitated.
Time seemed to stretch out at that moment, each second filled with uncertainty and danger. Even the dust in the air seemed to be drawn by this tense atmosphere, slowly condensing and forming blurry and eerie patterns.
In this tense atmosphere, every subtle movement and every exchange of glances could become the spark that ignites a war.
The man in black remained calm. "How about I call Young Master Ming?"
Ming Yi's heart sank. He took out his phone and dialed Ming Zhan's number.
"Mingyi, what's wrong?" Mingzhan's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness and fatigue.
"Second Brother, someone is trying to take away the Ming family's servants. What do you suggest we do?" Ming Yi's tone held a hint of anger.
"Who dares to be so bold?" Ming Zhan's tone suddenly turned stern. His voice rose sharply, booming like thunder, shaking everyone to their core. There was no room for compromise in his words; every syllable was filled with an unyielding force.
Mingyi's eyes were dark and deep as he stared at the face of the man in black. "Second Master's subordinate."
"Second Master's men?" Ming Zhan on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback for a moment, then his tone suddenly softened. "Who is he taking away?"
A blazing fire ignited in Mingyi's eyes. "A cook in the small kitchen."
Ming Zhan was startled. "A cook?"
Mingyi said, "Second brother, if we let him kidnap them like this, our Ming family will lose even more face in the future."
Ming Zhan remained silent.
The air condensed into ice. Beneath this suffocating tension lurked an indescribable danger.
Seeing this, the man in black grabbed the cook's arm with one hand and took out his phone with the other.
He never expected Mingyi to be so stubborn.
“Young Master Mingyi, this is the order from Second Master and Madam. If we delay any longer, I don’t care if I get scolded, but I can’t bear the consequences of delaying their business.”
Mingyi glared at him coldly, "I only listen to my second brother."
"He said it was Rong Zhi and Wan'er's order?" Ming Zhan seemed to have a complex emotion churning in his chest, a mixture of doubt, unease, and anxiety.
Mingyi said, "Who knows if it's true?"
Ming Zhan's tone suddenly turned serious, "Ming Yi, let them pass."
Mingyi was shocked, "Second Brother?"
Ming Zhan slowly spoke, "Ming Yi, this is also my order."
Mingyi's heart tightened suddenly, followed by an indescribable chill that shot from his feet to the top of his head. His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a sound, as if an invisible force was choking him.
His eyes were wide open, and his pupils reflected the fierce clash between reality and disbelief.
After a few seconds, he angrily shouted at the man in black, "Let's go!"
The man in black said to him, "No wonder you're from the Ming family."
“You…” Mingyi’s body stiffened involuntarily, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
As the man in black passed by him, he added, "Young Master Ming, the Ming family's surveillance cameras need to be checked."
The low whisper struck Mingyi's chest like a heavy hammer, making him both angry and indignant.
"Ah...ah..." The cook struggled with all her might.
The man in black aimed at her neck, and with a knife in hand, knocked her unconscious.
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After returning to the mourning hall, Ming felt increasingly uneasy. He took out his phone, intending to call Ming Zhan again.
The other party called him a second earlier.
Tell me, has something happened to Wan'er?
Mingyi froze. "No?"
Ming Zhan was slightly out of breath, his breathing heavy. "Ming Yi, are you sure Wan'er is alright?"
Mingyi felt a pang of panic, and her voice trembled. "She was just a little tired, so Rong Zhi took her to rest..."
Mingzhan was startled. "A little tired?"
Mingyi asked anxiously, "Second Brother, what's wrong?"
"Beep beep beep..."
Mingzhan hung up the phone.
Mingyi's throat felt as if it were being choked by something invisible, and the sound he made was weak and trembling, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.
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Rong Zhi sped along the road and delivered Sang Yuwan to Lingtian Hospital in less than fifteen minutes.
Sang Yuwan was still asleep, her cheeks growing increasingly red.
"Wanwan, wake up..." Rong Zhi carried her straight to the dean's office.
Even as he ran frantically, Sang Yuwan remained quietly nestled in his arms, not even blinking.
Rong Zhi was drenched in sweat, and the sweat rolling down his forehead dripped onto Sang Yuwan's face.
She was completely unaware.
Rong Zhi arrived at the dean's office door in a great hurry and kicked the door open.
The dean was startled.
"Second Master..."
"Quickly, give her a blood test." Rong Zhi placed Sang Yuwan on the examination bed in the office and spoke coldly.
The dean hurriedly put down his work, walked over quickly, and gently squeezed Sang Yuwan's wrist.
The pulse is normal.
"Did Mrs. Bo drink alcohol today?"
Rong Zhi's expression darkened, and he emphasized, "I'm asking you to give her a blood test."
The dean's heart tightened. He suppressed his emotions and calmly said, "Second Master, I know you're anxious. But as a doctor..."
"Do as I say, or I'll shut the hospital down immediately," Rong Zhi interrupted angrily.
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