He held a crystal goblet in his hand, and the scarlet wine swayed gently with his steps, casting a vague light and shadow on the pure white carpet.
"Are you three particularly interested in the ivy in my yard?" Qin Yuheng's voice was as clear as night dew, but the ending tone rose with a playful tone.
"Or do you want to try the 1982 Lafite I just woke up from?" He stopped three steps away from the iron railing, with the wall of the cup against his lower lip. When the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, his long eyelashes cast a butterfly-like shadow under his eyes.
Brother Hu felt a chill run up his tailbone. How could this bastard have figured it out?! He had clearly seen the two brothers hugging and kissing upstairs on the surveillance footage!
He pulled the trigger suddenly - but at the moment when his fingertips exerted force, he saw Qin Yuheng turn his wrist slightly, and the whole glass of red wine fell towards him with the precision of a parabola.
"Puff!" The wine mixed with broken glass hit Brother Hu in the face. He felt a sharp pain in his left eye. The moment he closed his eyes subconsciously, his wrist was grasped by the fingers like iron clamps.
He could clearly hear the "click" sound of his ulna being dislocated, and the silenced pistol slipped out of his hand and hit the stone steps with a dull thud.
What was even more horrifying was that the seemingly frail young man actually lifted him up with one hand. The moment his back hit the stone wall, the air in his lungs was squeezed out and his vision went black.
"Brother Hu!" The thin man roared and pulled out a butterfly knife. The blade drew a silver arc in the moonlight and pierced Qin Yuheng's back.
However, before the tip of the knife reached his body, he felt his ankle go numb, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string. The dull sound of the back of his head hitting the corridor pillar was particularly clear in the silent night.
Finally, the burly man holding the steel pipe was already pale. When the steel pipe was swung out, there was a sound of breaking wind, but Qin Yuheng dodged it sideways and hit the numb tendon of his elbow with his knee accurately.
"Ah—" The sturdy man screamed and fell to his knees. As the steel pipe rolled to the ground, Qin Yuheng had already approached him from behind and hit him hard on the back of the neck with his elbow.
This blow was as ferocious as a special fighting technique. The strong man fell to the ground without even a grunt, and his forehead hit the steps. The blood that seeped out formed dark red patterns on the bluestone slabs.
The whole process took only seventeen seconds.
Qin Yuheng stood in the messy courtyard, the collar of his nightgown wide open, revealing a few drops of blood on his collarbone.
He slowly unzipped his cuffs and wiped the blood off his knuckles with silk cloth, his eyelashes casting a sinister shadow in the light.
When he raised his eyes to look at the second-floor window, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth - Qin Yuzheng was leaning against the window frame, the collar of his dark home clothes revealed the cold and hard lines of his collarbone, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, as if he was watching a silent play with a predetermined ending.
"Brother," Qin Yuheng shouted loudly, his voice still carrying a slight breath from exercise, but as sweet as if it were soaked in honey.
"The mosquitoes are too noisy. I'll kill them for you." He kicked the unconscious Brother Tiger at his feet, who groaned in pain.
The figure on the second floor moved, and Qin Yuzheng turned and disappeared behind the curtains.
A moment later, several security guards in black rushed out of the side door of the villa. Wearing stab-proof gloves, they dragged the three strong men to the storage room with expressionless faces. The sound of water from the high-pressure water gun soon rang out, washing away all the bloodstains in the courtyard, as if the fight just now was just an illusion in the night fog.
Qin Yuheng tilted his head back and drank the remaining wine in the cup. The scarlet liquid slid down the corners of his mouth, leaving strange marks on his pale skin.
He took out his cell phone, and when the screen lit up, Ruan Weiwei's terrified face was reflected - that was the picture he had just taken with her dropped phone, the scene of her being strangled by him while she was hiding behind a rockery and taking a secret photo.
The storage room's ceiling light emitted a pale light, illuminating the water stains that had not yet dried on the cement floor.
Qin Yuheng squatted down, used his gloved fingers to push aside Brother Hu's blood-stained hair, and checked the wound on the back of his head.
Three strong men were piled up in the corner like hollowed-out cloth bags, with ether-soaked towels stuffed in their mouths and muffled groans coming from their throats.
The air was filled with the smell of rust, blood and the pungent smell of disinfectant. The industrial fan in the corner was humming, crushing the bloody smell into tiny particles.
"Remove the SIM cards from their mobile phones," Qin Yuheng said to the security captain behind him without looking up, his fingertips running across the tiger head tattoo on Brother Hu's wrist.
"Remember, use tweezers and don't leave fingerprints." He stood up, and the hem of his silk robe swept across the blood drops on the ground, leaving several dark purple marks.
The security captain nodded and made a sharp gesture. Two men in black immediately stepped forward, their movements as precise as nurses in an operating room.
The atmosphere in the master bedroom was completely different from the bloody storage room. A warm yellow floor lamp cast a soft glow on the carpet. Qin Yuzheng sat on the sofa, a document spread out on his knees, his pen moving across the paper, leaving a smooth trail of ink.
He changed into a dark grey cashmere sweater with a slightly open collar, revealing his hard collarbone.
When Qin Yuheng pushed the door open, he didn't even look up, but just handed over the towel at hand.
"My hair is still dripping." Qin Yuzheng's voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up, his eyes still fixed on the document.
Qin Yuheng took the towel and wiped the ends of his hair casually. Water droplets slid down his jawline and dripped onto the collar of his cashmere sweater.
He moved closer to sit next to Qin Yuzheng, rubbing his wet hair against his brother's shoulders like a large cat seeking warmth.
"Brother," he drawled, his fingertips poking at the title "Dingfeng Capital's Capital Flow" on the document, "Ji Yan said Wang Zhenhai peed his pants when he was stuck at the airport."
Qin Yuzheng turned the page and underlined the words "suspicious overseas accounts" with his pen. "Is the chain of evidence complete?"
"I've already been tied up like a bomb," Qin Yuheng laughed, revealing his pointed canine teeth.
"Among the 'evidence' Ruan Weiwei handed over were forged emails linking Dingfeng with a Southeast Asian money laundering ring. The Economic Investigation Department is probably eager to get their hands on that 'hard evidence' right now."
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