Chapter 99 Fifty million is your compensation to my fiancée.

Songshan Manor is located in the outer suburbs of the capital.

Most of the properties here are manor houses that occupy exclusive hilltops and are purchased by various tycoons as private properties.

The reason why Shen Que came here with a clear purpose was that he bought the address of the Middle Eastern man from the underground black market.

In the entire capital, he is the only one who can make the boss of the underground black market dare to risk his life to provide him with this information.

Soon, several cars arrived outside Songshan Manor.

The bodyguards guarding the manor gate didn't have time to react to who was coming before they were taken care of by the men in black who quickly rushed out of the car.

They were pinned to the ground and controlled, each with an angry look on their face.

"This is a foreign industry, protected by a foreign ambassador. How dare you break in?" one of the bodyguards with foreign appearance shouted in broken Chinese.

The man in black was not afraid at all. He ignored his shouting and directly took off his socks and stuffed them into his mouth.

When the other companions saw this, they all shut their mouths.

Although they work for money, they still have to be dignified!

Soon, several more cars drove up from a distance.

When the lead car stopped at the gate of the manor, everyone looked up.

The car window slowly lowered, revealing Shen Que's handsome and charming face.

He looked sharply at the bodyguards who were controlled by his people.

The man who had just been clamoring that this place was under the protection of foreign ambassadors suddenly felt nervous when he saw that the person coming was Shen Que.

Songshan Manor is indeed the property of a foreign tycoon, but compared to the Shen family, it is nothing.

Shen Que got out of the car, and fifty or sixty bodyguards quickly got out of several cars behind him and followed him.

He walked right past those people, signaled his personal bodyguard to open the door, and walked straight in unhindered.

It was still early in the morning, and the Middle Eastern man had been staying here since he left the abandoned factory.

At this moment, he was interrogating his subordinates to find out who leaked the address of the abandoned factory. Looking at his subordinates who were all hanging their heads and not daring to speak in the room, the expression on the man's face became increasingly ugly.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open.

"Sir, something bad has happened. Someone has broken in."

The Middle Eastern man's eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly grabbed the wine glass on the table in front of him and smashed it out.

Speaking in a foreign accent, he said, "Who the hell is so bold as to trespass on my territory?"

"Yes... he's from the Shen family." The subordinate answered with a trembling voice.

When the man heard this, his face suddenly became serious.

He stood up suddenly, walked out quickly, and said anxiously: "Go and stop him for me!"

The subordinate who had just been scolded by him into silence immediately turned around and rushed out.

But Shen Que had clearly come prepared. In addition to the many bodyguards following him, he also had people surrounding the entire Songshan Manor.

The man wanted to go out through the back door, but found that the place was surrounded and no one could get in or out.

He did not dare to act rashly. As a person who had once been labeled a foreign terrorist, he came to China secretly this time.

If there is a conflict with Shen Que, even if something happens to him, Chinese law will not be on my side.

What's more, given his status, he is not under the absolute protection of foreign ambassadors.

After realizing that he couldn't escape today, the man gritted his teeth and could only reluctantly turn back through the underground passage.

"Long time no see, Mr. Shen." The man came down from the study and saw that all his people had been controlled.

In the living room, Shen Quegui sat on the sofa with an air of arrogance, playing with a small pistol that he had found on one of them.

Hearing the man's voice, Shen Que raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.

"Kidnapped my fiancée. Are you unilaterally breaking the previous agreement, Mr. Bickley?"

Bickley, the name of this foreign man.

Hearing Shen Que's question, Picli's exposed eyes flashed quickly.

Even if he covered his entire face with a scarf, it still couldn't hide his cunningness.

"Did Mr. Shen misunderstand something? I just came to China for a trip, but I didn't do anything out of line."

Hearing this, Shen Que sneered.

He motioned to his personal bodyguard behind him.

Then, the half-dead black bodyguard was brought in by two men and thrown to the ground mercilessly.

The fatal wound on the black man's body had been roughly bandaged. Although he could not move at the moment, he would not die for a while.

Seeing that the men he had stayed behind to deal with Meng Zhiyi had become like this, the slight sense of luck in Piccolo's heart disappeared.

Not long ago, he received news that the abandoned factory had been exposed, and he had a premonition that something was going to happen.

But no one would have thought that a delicate woman, who had been in a car accident and was injured, could escape alive from the black man.

He also brought Shen Que here!

The original plan was to get rid of Meng Zhiyi, who had met him, so that his identity could be kept secret for a while, allowing him to continue with his next actions.

But now it seems that the action that had been carefully planned for a long time ended in failure because of Meng Zhi's complacency.

"Are you still going to make excuses?" Shen Que asked coldly.

Piccolo was standing not far away, his facial muscles twitching constantly under the scarf, with a rage in his heart that he had no place to vent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Shen Que's eyes gradually turned cold, staring straight at the man in front of him, whose true face he had never seen.

Piccolo's deep blue eyes were particularly clear in his memory, constantly bringing back memories that he had buried deep in his heart.

"I said that if you violate the agreement, the Shen family will liquidate everything."

As Shen Que spoke, he twirled the pistol nimbly with his fingers, loaded the chamber and pointed it directly at Bickley.

Facing the dark gun hole, Piccolo's whole body tensed up.

He secretly wondered why he didn't carry a gun with him for self-protection.

"Mr. Shen, what if I say this is all a misunderstanding?"

"Don't get excited yet. We can discuss anything."

"I took your fiancée away because of my subordinates' poor handling of the matter. It was not my intention."

"Just tell me how much money you want to solve the problem. I will never shirk my responsibility."

Bickley knew Shen Que. Even though he was young, his way of doing things was no less than those of them who had been living on the edge of a knife for years.

When Shen Que, who had just come of age, led his men to destroy one of their bases, Piccolo was deeply impressed.

When he heard the word "money", Shen Que's mind immediately popped up the image of Meng Zhiyi, the money-obsessed person.

A hint of tenderness flashed across his cold eyes, and then he sneered, "The car accident and kidnapping must have frightened her quite a bit."

"I'll pay for it. Just make the offer, Mr. Shen." Bickley knew that his current situation was not favorable for him, so he had to lower his posture and focus on saving his life first.

"I want to see your sincerity." Shen Que did not ask for it, but gave the choice to Bickley.

Hearing this, Picli's mind raced, and he immediately offered a price: "10 million, is that enough?"

"What do you think?" Shen Que remained unmoved.

When Shen Que thought of the scene of Meng Zhiyi with a pale face and stubbornness while fighting with those people, he couldn't suppress the brutality hidden in his bones.

Even though he had hidden himself well enough over the years, he was now beginning to stir.

Money, just because Meng Zhiyi likes it.

But for him, this is definitely not a solution.

Soon, Bicoli raised the price to 50 million.

Shen Que could already imagine how happy Meng Zhiyi would be when she got the money.

"Sure, cash." He nodded slowly.

Bickley secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately called someone to get ready.

Time passed minute by minute, and about an hour later, Bickley received a call, saying that the 50 million was ready and the vehicle transporting the money was outside the manor.

Shen Que asked his people to confirm it, and only after confirming that it was correct did he smile with satisfaction.

I thought the matter was over.

Just as Piccolo was breathing a sigh of relief, a gunshot was heard and a piercing pain came from his thigh.

"Ah!" Piccolo knelt down, covered the bleeding wound with his hands, and looked at Shen Que fiercely.

"You don't keep your word!?"

Shen Que stood up and looked down at him: "I never said that this matter can be solved with money."

"The 50 million is your compensation to my fiancée. But this shot is a warning."

Shen Que came up to him, pointed his gun at Bickley's forehead, and continued, "I'll give you one day to leave China."

"Otherwise, next time, the bullets will hit here."