Chapter 67 Another tough guy comes
After Yu Heng finished dealing with the urgent matters at hand, he rushed to the basement without stopping, hoping to pry some useful information out of the thugs as soon as possible.
As I walked to the basement door, I ran into Lin Zhi.
The other person was standing in the shadows and only looked up when he heard footsteps.
"Mr. Yu." Lin Zhi nodded slightly, his voice calm.
Yu Heng paused, frowning slightly: "Why are you here?"
Lin Zhi smiled faintly and silently hid his bloody hands behind his back. "Of course, I received instructions from my master. I beat them up for you first to save you the trouble."
Yu Heng's eyebrows twitched, and he had an inexplicable bad feeling.
"Knocking? Is the person still there?"
We agreed to let him handle it, so that brat won’t kill him, right?
"certainly."
Yu Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
The air in the basement was filled with a damp, musty smell, mixed with a faint smell of blood.
Seven men with bruised faces and noses huddled in a corner, their wrists and ankles red with marks from the thick hemp ropes, their mouths stuffed with rags, and they could only moan.
When they heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs, they trembled all over and their eyes were full of fear.
Yu Heng walked up to them and stood in front of them, glancing down at them.
He didn't say anything, but slowly squatted down, reached out and pulled the rag out of the mouth of the man on the far left.
As soon as the man could speak, he cried out in a sobbing voice: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu! Spare our lives! We were also ordered around by someone else. It has nothing to do with us! Please have mercy on us and leave us a way out!"
His voice was hoarse and he was shaking with fear. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the dusty concrete floor, leaving a small dark mark.
The two men next to him also nodded vigorously, making "hmm" sounds in their throats, with pleading eyes almost overflowing.
They looked like they wanted to kneel down and call him grandpa, which almost made Yu Heng unable to maintain his composure. He even couldn't maintain the coldness he had deliberately put on his face.
No, they are a bunch of gangsters. How could they become like this just by being beaten?
What on earth did that bastard do to them?
Why do they all look like they would do the same even if Yu Heng asked them to demolish their ancestral graves?
He suppressed his surprise and decided to go through the necessary procedures first, otherwise it would seem that he was useless.
Yu Heng pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile, but that smile didn't reach his eyes at all: "A way to survive? Why didn't you think about the consequences when you touched my sister?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the seven men's cries were choked, and the blood drained from their faces, leaving only a deathly paleness.
The leader's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time: "We...we were blinded by money at the time...We really know we were wrong! Mr. Yu, we will definitely make amends. We will do anything you ask us to do!"
"Then show some sincerity and tell me who is behind Song Chuyin."
They all looked pale.
"Mr. Yu, we really don't know. We only connected with Song Chuyin."
Yu Heng leaned forward, his eyes sharp as a knife, "Then it seems that you are of no value at all."
One of them suddenly said urgently, "No, no, no! Mr. Yu! I heard Song Chuyin calling that person. She called him "Little Jiu."
Yu Heng frowned slightly. Was it the number nine, or the wine that Pei Yuezhou was allergic to?
He turned around and looked at the men again: "Is there any other information?"
They were so frightened that they dared not beg for mercy: "No, no."
Yu Heng couldn't help but sigh, "You're such a loser! You took orders without even doing a background check! You deserve this."
The thugs didn't dare say a word.
Yu Heng didn't look at them again, turned around and walked towards the stairs.
The footsteps gradually faded away until the basement door was locked again. Then the men collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their clothes on the backs already soaked with cold sweat.
"Boss, that man's mouth was filled with poison when he spoke just now."
Even the leader was terrified and said, "Without a doubt, this is another ruthless character."
"I was scared to death... Fortunately, I survived."
At this time, Yu Heng was standing in the shadow of the basement door. He took out his cell phone and called his assistant.
"Check all the people who have any connection with the Song family," he said in a low and calm voice, "especially those who rarely show up, to see if there is anyone related to the name 'Xiao Jiu'.
Also, retrieve all of Song Chuyin's recent call records and whereabouts, leaving no detail unturned."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Heng's brows were still tense. He went straight back to the main building, thinking of talking to Pei Yuezhou about this matter.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Pei Yuezhou slumped in the sofa in the hall, one hand casually resting on his knee, a corner of the financial newspaper between his fingers unfolded.
The sunlight passed over his shoulders, casting a faint warm light on the newspaper, and his whole body exuded a sense of leisure and indifference to the world.
Yu Heng snatched his newspaper away. "Those people made a little noise, saying that Song Chuyin yelled it when she was on the phone with the person behind the scenes."
Pei Yuezhou didn't even raise his eyelids, but just lazily sank deeper into the sofa.
She casually picked up the porcelain cup on the table and took a sip of tea. Her bony fingers looked even more beautiful against the white porcelain.
The sunlight fell into his eyes, spreading a layer of faint light, but did not reflect any ripples.
Yu Heng spoke rapidly about his plan: "As you know, the Song family has enough illegitimate children to form a football team. I plan to start with the ninth child."
He then nodded slightly, and said casually: "That's a good idea."
"I've asked someone to check, and I believe there will be news soon."
"No need to check."
Facing Yu Heng's puzzled eyes, Pei Yuezhou turned his wrist slightly and pushed the iPad next to him over, his movements neither hurried nor slow.
Yu Heng grabbed the iPad and opened it. He was so shocked that he almost threw the tablet away when he saw the information on it, which clearly stated even the fact that the other party had secretly changed his grades in elementary school and how many girls he had dated in college.
Pei Yuezhou ignored his shock and glanced at the newspapers scattered on the sofa. He reached out to pick them up and then slowly stood up.
"No, where did you get these?!" Yu Heng took two steps forward.
Pei Yuezhou had already walked to the elevator entrance and tilted his head when he heard this.
As the elevator door slowly closed, his voice came out with a nonchalant smile: "Ask Song Yu for it."
Yu Heng stood there, completely silent.
Well, that's a good idea.
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