"Hmm!"
"Shut up! Don't make a sound if you don't want to die!" The waiter held a knife to her neck and forced her backward. Mu Yiran was led away from the public area.
"If this continues, we're definitely finished," Mu Yiran said in a low voice. "Can we talk? How much does your boss pay you? I'll double it!"
The man said nothing upon hearing this. The decorative mirror on the wall reflected the two people's faces. Mu Yiran saw the face under the man's hat and broke free, shouting, "You! It's Uncle Hong! Right! Uncle Hong from the kitchen!"
Mu Yiran remembered that when she was young, Ms. Wen brought her to the capital. At that time, Mu Yiran was so naughty that she refused to eat. It was an uncle in the kitchen who made a Christmas tree-shaped cake to coax her to eat.
Unexpectedly, with the passage of time, the man who was about to become the head chef has become so thin and bony.
The man looked at her with surprise when he was recognized. "You know me?"
"We know each other! So let's talk. I can give you anything you want, definitely more than they can!"
The man's eyes reddened as he looked at the woman for a long time before shaking his head. "I can't give it to you, you can't..." He was out of time. He had lost everything because of his illness, and his wife and daughter had left him to live a better life, but now their lives were in someone else's hands.
Once he rapes this woman and hands over the video, his mission is complete.
The other party promised him a substantial reward and that they could send his daughter abroad to study.
He doesn't have much time left, but his wife and daughters must live a good life!
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Miss, if you want to be cruel, then be cruel to me. I'll repay you by being your slave in my next life!"
The man kept muttering, and when Mu Yiran tried to continue, he silenced her with a kiss.
As he backed away to open the door, she bit him hard, drawing blood. The man cried out and released his grip. The knife sliced across Mu Yiran's neck, and she stumbled to her feet. The man behind her tried to pull her back, but Mu Yiran used the sharp edge of her bag to kick him forcefully, then stormed out the door.
Not knowing where she was being taken, Mu Yiran instinctively ran towards the light.
Suddenly she heard a bell ring. Someone was there!
Mu Yiran ran towards the sound, but she hadn't gone far when she was struck hard on the back of the neck. Her vision went black and she collapsed to the ground.
Uncle Hong chased after them and saw the woman lying on the ground. He looked at the man in black suspiciously and asked, "Are you also one of Mr. Cheng's men?"
The man in black nodded slightly. Just then, a voice called out from in front of the warehouse, "Is anyone there?"
"....."
Outside, a waiter drove the car out. Li Ziqi helped Su Tian, and the group slowly got into the car. The black stretch Lincoln drove out of the hotel's circular entrance and passed a Ducati that sped in.
The waiter looked at the handsome face of the young man behind his helmet and went forward to help him park the car. Although it wasn't a four-legged vehicle, it should be about the same.
The next second, the boy carelessly abandoned the fully-equipped limited-edition Ducati on the spot, without even a footrest, the sleek red body lying pitifully on the ground.
"Sir, this..."
"Where is the private room that the Cheng family reserved?"
The waiter's arm was grabbed forcefully by the boy, and he winced in pain before stammering, "I'm sorry, we can't disclose the guests' information without an invitation... Oh, sir!"
Shi Youxi pulled him away and strode inside. The young man had a cold aura and a noble face. The waiters in the lobby didn't have time to stop him. They only chased after him when he went straight into the second floor, but when they got to the second floor, the young man was nowhere to be seen.
"Go check the surveillance footage. That's the young master of the Shi family. Find him and try to persuade him to stop!"
Shi Youxi looked at the red dot on the location map. The location was right under his feet, but there was nothing around him. The map was flat, so he could only search up and down.
The longer time passed, the heavier Shi Youxi's heart became.
The panic and rising violence in his heart made his breathing more and more rapid.
Chen Yili looked at the darkness ahead. He called out a few times but no one answered. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go and take a look.
A series of footsteps suddenly came from not far away, making a dull but rapid swishing sound as they stepped on the carpet.
Chen Yili turned around and saw a group of tall boys who seemed to be searching for something, their faces pale and their anxiety barely concealed.
Chen Yili subconsciously regarded him as a friendly guest and walked over to him, saying, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Shi Youxi was about to leave after letting him go, but when he saw what the other person was holding, he stopped in his tracks.
“Sir, if you need to find something…” Chen Yili’s finger stung. He looked closely and saw that the hair clip he had picked up was already in the boy’s hand.
"Where did you get this from!"
Chen Yili reached out to snatch it back, "Please give it back to me—" His neck was gripped by cold fingers, and Chen Yili looked at the boy in front of him in horror.
His beautiful eyes were now bloodshot, his pupils pitch black, and his face, though terrifyingly so, inexplicably revealed a sense of dread.
What are you panicking for! I'm the one being choked right now!
Chen Yili was so frightened that he grabbed his hand, but he couldn't pry it open no matter what he did. His breath was getting thinner and thinner. He pointed to the left and said with difficulty, "I found it here!"
As the pressure eased, he coughed violently a few times, his face flushed. In his vision, the boy walked straight into the darkness, and Chen Yili quickly followed.
"You, are you here to see the lady in the private room on the third floor?"
"..."
Shi Youxi walked forward with his head down. Chen Yili wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare because of Shi Youxi's terrible expression. The two of them opened all the doors along the way, but found nothing. They went around in circles and returned to the service desk of Luting. A cleaner pushed a cleaning cart and walked past them.
Hong Shou lowered his head and naturally pushed the cart toward the stairwell.
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind me.
"stop."
Hong Shou's elbow was held down.
Shi Youxi walked around to the man's front and stared at him intently, saying, "Why do you smell like my sister's lip balm?"
"..."
...
"Beep—The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."
"Brother Tingyi, stop calling, no one will answer if you keep calling." Wen Qingyu stood outside the courtyard, glancing at the white, English-style townhouse, and urged the man.
"Don't you have a key? Just open the door. It's freezing here!"
“Okay,” Lu Tingyi said, seeing the girl’s nose turn red from blowing. He took out an old-fashioned brass key and inserted it into the keyhole of the small door next to the big iron gate.
With a turn and a key, the two walked through the empty little garden to the solid wood door of the villa. Lu Tingyi did the same thing again, opening the door with the key.
But then, an alarm sounded.
"What...what's going on!" Wen Qingyu frantically clung to Lu Tingyi, who frowned as he glanced at the alarm that had sounded. "It's nothing, just go inside and turn it off."
Just as he was about to turn the key, the solid wood door opened by itself the next second.
Behind the door, Mu Yiran, her face pale, looked at them solemnly.
"Ranran? You're home? Why didn't you answer the phone?" Lu Tingyi looked at her in surprise, and Wen Qingyu in his arms was equally surprised, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.
Tsk... I thought Mu Yiran was really in trouble. I wonder if she'll be able to get in now.
Mu Yiran remained expressionless, clutching the jade pendant necklace tightly in her hand, her mind racing like a fighting rooster.
Are you kidding me?!
How did she get back into her old clothes?!
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