Chapter 62: The Villain
At noon, Ye Xingzhou drove alone on a busy street. Five minutes later, he parked the car next to a trash can, rolled down the window, took the black bag on the lid of the can, and took out the mobile phone inside.
There was only a short message on his phone, instructing him to go to the next place.
For a full half hour, he had been circling in the city, and the other party seemed to be playing a trick on him. Only after confirming that there were no other cars following him did they lead him out of the city and into the mountains outside the city.
After parking the car and walking for another ten minutes, a one-story villa that had been abandoned for a long time appeared in front of him. Ye Xingzhou looked around calmly and pushed the door open.
Lin Zhinian was the only one in the huge empty room. He was blindfolded and tied to a chair with his mouth sealed. As Ye Xingzhou had expected, a bomb was tied to his body. The countdown showed that there were only twenty minutes left.
He just took a look and didn't move forward.
Ye Wanyao's voice, still processed by a voice changer, rang out from above his head: "As expected, you are here. It's really touching. How do you feel when you see your lover tied up here like this?"
Ye Xingzhou put one hand in his trouser pocket and gently touched his mobile phone which was always connected. He looked up at the monitor on the wall in front of him and said calmly: "Is this your purpose?"
Hearing Ye Xingzhou's voice, Lin Zhinian turned his head slightly, but soon calmed down again, not daring to move.
"There are only 20 minutes left," Ye Wanyao said excitedly, "Now that you are here, don't plan to run away. The bomb will explode in 20 minutes. If you dare to act rashly, as long as I press the remote control in my hand, you and your lover will die together. Even if your people know you are here now, it will be too late for them to rush over."
"I'm already here, why don't you press the remote control now?" Ye Xingzhou asked calmly.
Ye Wanyao: "Of course not. In the last twenty minutes, I want to watch you slowly approach death and enjoy your embarrassing struggle."
Ye Xingzhou sneered.
His secretary's voice rang out from the Bluetooth headset: "The range of a remote-controlled bomb cannot exceed five kilometers. He must be nearby. Our helicopter is already narrowing the search area."
Ye Wanyao gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is your resignation announcement that I want to see? Why hasn't it been issued yet?"
Ye Xingzhou: "It's not even six in the morning in China now, not that fast."
Ye Wanyao: "Don't play tricks!"
"It doesn't matter to you whether there is this notice or not," Ye Xingzhou exposed him. "If I die here, no one will hold me accountable. Everyone in the Ye family would love that. As long as the police here don't have enough evidence to arrest you, you can go back and get what you want openly after the storm has passed."
Ye Wanyao said sarcastically: "So you also know that you are hated by everyone."
Ye Xingzhou tilted his head and said, "Ye Wanyao, you have never lost since you were a child, right? This is the first time you have suffered such a big setback at my hands. Does it feel bad?"
Ye Wanyao sneered: "So what? How long do you think you can remain arrogant?"
Ye Xingzhou: "Actually, I don't have to come today. If I just stand by and watch someone die, you won't be able to do anything to me."
Ye Wanyao: "So should I praise you as a romantic? You knew I wanted to kill you, but you still came here to die."
Ye Xingzhou stared coldly at Lin Zhinian in front of him, but what he saw was the shadow of another person. After a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Yes, who calls me a love saint."
Before leaving, his secretary, bodyguard, and even Mr. Tang had advised him not to put himself in danger, but Ye Wanyao was not a fool. He could deceive this person for a while, but once he didn't show up, Ye Wanyao would immediately realize that Qi Xing was the person he wanted to save.
The only thing he could bet on was that based on his understanding of Ye Wanyao's personality, unless this man was desperate, he would definitely keep him until the last minute, just to see him bow his head and admit defeat.
Ye Wanyao clapped his hands: "How touching! If you treated the Ye family half as well as you treat outsiders, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
"The Ye family? Which Ye family are you talking about?" Ye Xingzhou was rarely interested in chatting with him.
Ye Wanyao: "How dare you say that you didn't kill Ye Chonglin? He was biased towards you and died in your hands in the end. I don't know if he will regret taking you back in the underworld."
Ye Xingzhou didn't care: "I was the one who kicked out his medicine, and you were the one who replaced his medicine a long time ago. I'm not a good person, and neither are you, and your two good brothers. We are not from the same family."
"So you've already figured it out," Ye Wanyao gritted his teeth, "You watched me do all this, and in the end it was all for yourself."
Ye Xingzhou: "Thank you."
Ye Wanyao: "I should have killed you when you returned to the Ye family!"
"You've done it, more than once, but you just don't have the ability to do it." Ye Xingzhou reminded the other party coldly.
On the first day he entered the Ye family, he was locked up by the three brothers in an underground wine cellar with a perennially low temperature for a whole night. If Ye Chonglin was really partial to him, he would not have turned a blind eye and just lectured them verbally and let the matter go. Over the past ten years, he had fought with the three brothers and their followers countless times. It was common for him to get bruised and battered, broken bones and dislocated joints and go to the hospital for stitches. He was lucky to be alive until now, so how could Qi Xing, with his mediocre kung fu, possibly beat him.
Ye Wanyao said angrily: "You can only show off your eloquence now. There are only ten minutes left, and you still lose."
The secretary's excited voice came from the headset: "We found it. It's a two-story villa nearby. Qi Shao is also there. Ye Wanyao is the only one in his room. He has the remote control in his hand!"
Ye Xingzhou leaned against the wall behind him, and his posture was completely relaxed: "If you lose, then you lose. It's up to you."
In the room, Qi Xing sat on the ground with his back to the surveillance camera, holding a piece of wire he had just found under the bed, and carefully turned the keyhole on the handcuffs.
He had played with this old-fashioned type of handcuffs when he was a kid at his grandfather's house. They could be opened with a wire, but he hadn't played with them for so long that his technique was a little rusty, and he also had to be on guard against people who might come in at any time.
He was brought here alone last night. This place is slightly better than the abandoned villa. There is a place to sleep and the food is better than before. It seems that the people who kidnapped him are indeed afraid of Ye Xingzhou's words and have no intention of attacking him.
However, it may not be so easy to let him go. The other party's target is Ye Xingzhou, so they must wait until they succeed.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost two o'clock. He couldn't help but speed up his movements, feeling a little anxious.
The secretary's voice sounded again: "The sniper is ready. He is making coffee now. The remote control is still in his hand. When he puts it down to make sure it doesn't accidentally touch it, he will shoot."
"Almost, he's going to put it down and get the kettle!"
Ye Wanyao drank his coffee, his eyes still fixed on Ye Xingzhou on the surveillance camera. He did not see his expression change to show that he was particularly unhappy. He just thought that he was still holding on at this time, and said sarcastically: "I thought people like you would cherish their lives, but I didn't expect that you would be willing to sacrifice yourself for a man. Now that you are about to die, do you regret it?"
"That can't be helped."
Ye Xingzhou counted down silently in his heart.
three--
"After all, of all the people I've fought with, he's the only one willing to fight for me."
two--
Ye Wanyao frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.
"Ye Wanyao, you touched my people," Ye Xingzhou paused, "You are the one who is about to die."
one--
The door was kicked open. Qi Xing turned around in surprise. The handcuffs on his feet fell to the ground. The soldier who came in glared at him.
"Who are you?"
The loud sound of the bullet exploding was accompanied by Ye Wanyao's screams. Lin Zhinian, who had been unresponsive in the chair, trembled. The countdown of the bomb on his chest was only five minutes left.
"Mr. Qi is fine." said the secretary on the other end of the phone.
Ye Xingzhou turned and left, passing the bomb disposal expert who rushed in.
Qi Xing's legs were still a little weak when he walked down the stairs. He wasn't scared before, but the American soldier kicking the door open with a gun scared him really badly.
Ye Xingzhou's secretary got off the helicopter and saw him striding over: "Master Qi, are you okay?"
Qi Xing nodded awkwardly: "Where are Ye Xingzhou's people?"
"He's fine too, he's on his way." Just as the secretary finished speaking, Ye Xingzhou's car had arrived.
Qi Xing was completely relieved when he saw Ye Xingzhou getting out of the car unharmed. Ye Xingzhou walked up to him and stared at him without moving.
Qi Xing knew that he must be in a very embarrassed state, and felt a little guilty. Being stared at by Ye Xingzhou, he gritted his teeth and said, "Well..."
The next second, Ye Xingzhou pulled him into his arms.
Qi Xing was startled, then raised his hands and hugged him back.
After hugging him for a while, Ye Xingzhou let him go and told his secretary, "Take him to the plane and ask the doctor to check if he has any injuries."
Qi Xing subconsciously grabbed him: "What are you going to do?"
Ye Xingzhou said calmly, "Nothing to do. Just get on the plane and wait for me. I'll be there soon."
After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and walked into the villa.
Qi Xing frowned as he watched him leave. His secretary said, "Let's go, Mr. Qi. There's a doctor on the plane. Let him check you out first."
Ye Xingzhou went up to the second floor and saw Ye Wanyao lying on the ground, one of his shoulders pierced by a sniper, groaning in pain.
The mercenaries that Mr. Tang hired to rescue them were all downstairs, and the people here now were all Ye Xingzhou's own bodyguards.
Seeing Ye Xingzhou coming over, Ye Wanyao struggled to stand up, holding his bloody shoulder: "What do you want to do..."
Ye Xingzhou looked down at him. Ye Wanyao was shocked and frightened. His nostrils flared and he kept gasping for breath. There was no trace of the smugness he had when he threatened him just now.
Ye Xingzhou did not answer, but raised his chin slowly.
His bodyguards held Ye Wanyao on both sides and handed him a pistol with a silencer.
Ye Wanyao's expression suddenly changed: "What are you going to do! This is America! How dare you!"
"None of the people downstairs are American police officers," Ye Xingzhou's voice was so cold that it could freeze ice chips. "You asked for it."
He did not involve the police on purpose, and he also instructed the sniper in advance to spare the man's life.
Before boarding the plane, Qi Xing suddenly stopped and looked back at the villa behind him. The window glass on the second floor was gray and only vague human figures could be seen.
"Mr. Qi?" The secretary called him hesitantly.
Qi Xing asked: "What did Ye Xingzhou do when he returned?"
The secretary's words came to her lips but she didn't say: "I don't know."
Qi Xing sighed: "It's really worrying."
The secretary said, "Mr. Qi, please get on the plane first."
Qi Xing looked at him and said, "Where's Teacher Lin? How is he? Tell the truth."
"...Ye Wanyao's men tied a time bomb on him. He has been rescued and is fine, but he was a little frightened and was sent to the hospital." The secretary said helplessly.
Qi Xing raised his eyebrows: "Bomb? Did you know that Ye Wanyao would plant a bomb?"
The secretary kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to tell a lie, so he simply didn't say anything.
Qi Xing: "Really? Everyone loves to make melodramas, and none of them want to be civilized. After all, we live in a society ruled by law. Can't we solve problems in a more civilized way?"
He turned back and his secretary immediately followed him: "Master Qi, you'd better not go over there."
Qi Xing's face turned cold: "Do you really think I shouldn't go?"
Secretary: “But…”
Qi Xing: "Let's go."
Ye Xingzhou slowly stroked the handle of the gun. He had used a model gun to scare his cousin, and was caught by Qi Xing. He still remembered the boy's funny panicked look.
A slight smile appeared on Ye Xingzhou's lips, but it was particularly terrifying in the eyes of Ye Wanyao, who was shrouded in fear of death.
"No, no, if you let me go, I will give you all the Ye shares in my hands, and I will never provoke you again and will not return to Huaicheng. I promise, I really promise!"
The muzzle of the gun in Ye Xingzhou's hand was already against his forehead. He watched indifferently as Ye Wanyao cried bitterly and struggled for mercy, but he did not feel any pleasure in his heart.
When he was a child, the wild cat he raised in the orphanage was thrown to death by someone. He broke the fence and had the cat thrown off the building. Everyone gathered around him, but he was the only one who stood aside and watched the cat wailing in pain. His feelings then were the same as they are now. He had taken revenge, but he didn't feel happy.
But gradually, he got used to this tit-for-tat style of dealing with things, the law of the jungle. No matter when he was in the orphanage or later when he returned to the Ye family, he could only protect himself by being more ruthless than others.
He is a bad guy, he knows it better than anyone, but being a bad guy is far from being satisfying. It's not that he will still be soft-hearted, but that after his heart becomes as hard as iron, he can no longer feel the meaning of his vigorous beating heart.
Ye Wanyao was still begging for mercy, and Ye Xingzhou felt only annoyance in his eyes.
It's good that it's over.
The bullet was loaded and his finger slowly pulled the trigger.
"Ye Xingzhou."
Qi Xing's voice suddenly sounded behind him, calling him, with a habitually drawn-out ending and a hint of complaint: "What are you doing? Why are you so slow? Are you going to leave or not?"
Ye Wanyao's crying stopped abruptly, and he stared with his eyes wide open and gasped heavily.
Ye Xingzhou's fingers paused. Qi Xing had already approached. Without even glancing at Ye Wanyao, who looked like a lost dog, he placed his palm on the back of Ye Xingzhou's hand and said, "Let's go back."
Ye Xingzhou's gaze fell over, Qi Xing's eyes were full of smiles, bright and shining, just looking at him.
Repeated again: "Take me back."
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