Chapter 951 Typhoon is coming
The needle made a silent, crackling sound.
The plastic tube was crushed into spider-web-like pieces and then exploded completely in his palm.
The needle tip and some fragments pierced his skin, and blood soon seeped out.
Everyone was shocked.
Then they saw the man look up.
Even through the lenses, those dark and dull narrow eyes made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.
"Mr. Yan...Mr. Yan, what should we do now? We have just called the police."
An artist was unexpectedly kidnapped silently on their set, and they could almost foresee that their ending would not be so good, so they were all anxious and worried.
Yan Yi looked up at everyone while talking on the phone with an expressionless face. Then he stared at a familiar female staff member and said indifferently,
"come out."
The person trembled slightly when meeting his gaze, then opened his eyes wide and pointed at his nose as if to confirm. The man in her sight did not say a word, but only a pair of dark and cold eyes made her walk out with trembling legs, not daring to disobey.
"Before you left, I saw you carrying clothes through the dressing room. You said someone would be watching here."
Yan Yi's voice was extremely cold, without a trace of emotion.
"Where's the guy sitting in the hall?"
The woman shuddered, then glanced behind her. After scanning them one by one, she slightly widened her eyes and said in a sharp voice,
"No, I remember he was wearing a hat and black-framed glasses. He was indeed sitting in the lobby at the time. I asked him to look after the dressing room and he agreed. He's not here now."
"You don't know him?"
"I don't know him."
The woman shook her head.
"I've never seen him before. I thought he was new."
"There are no new people in the camera crew at all,"
The chief photographer said with a dark face,
"We are all the same crew from yesterday, so we should all be familiar with each other."
Yan Yi's face turned completely cold at this moment, and just then Brother Long's voice came from the receiver.
"Master Yan?"
"Bring people to the northern suburbs."
The man said coldly,
"Shen Pianpian is missing."
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Then Huo Lang, the butler of the Huo family, received a call.
He and the old man were in the study looking over some old documents.
When Huo Lang answered the phone, he was still leisurely flipping through the pages, but when the person on the other end finished speaking, his hands immediately froze and his brows furrowed tightly.
After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at the old man and said in a deep voice,
"Miss Pian Pian is missing, and Master Yan is calling hoping for help."
The teacup that Huo Chengde had just picked up slammed back onto the table with a bang, and the tea leaves and tea spilled all over the table, even soaking his clothes.
But the old man's face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with rage like a storm.
He slammed the table hard, the sound almost coming out from between his teeth, and a single word shattered the air.
"check!"
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The two most powerful families in the entire Yungang were all mobilized instantly because of the order from the person in power.
It was like two powerful machines that had been silent for a long time were connected to work on the same task because of a common gear. The huge driving force even caused the entire city to silently stir.
Although these undercurrents came from underground, the sirens that began to sound constantly on the streets, the senior officers and soldiers who suddenly began to stop cars one by one to check for contraband, and the groups of uniformed people who hurried into the police station all made some residents realize that something was wrong.
At this time, the Yungang Meteorological Observatory issued a communication.
The typhoon is coming.
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