Soul Patch

Chapter 269 Write Your Last Words First

Suddenly, a look of fear flashed in Awen's eyes, and his lips trembled as he stammered, "Wen... Boss Wen, I... I think... we're in big trouble..."

Andy had never seen Awen like this before. Her expression hardened, and she asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Wenjie looked at Awen with a puzzled expression, then waved his hand and said, "Just say what you want to say!"

Awen swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly:

"Since system warnings cannot be triggered, there's no longer any fear of system penalties, so..."

“I understand… I can do whatever I want!” Wenjie’s eyes narrowed suddenly: “If the system falls into the wrong hands…”

Before he could finish speaking, Andy and Awen, who were standing nearby, suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground.

A wave of intoxicating fragrance wafted over and entered his nostrils.

Wenjie felt his mind become sluggish and numb, his body felt weak, and his eyelids felt heavy.

It was a sleeping drug… He covered his mouth and nose, struggling to resist the urge to sleep, and looked at the cars on the side of the road.

Driver Xiao Wang noticed something was wrong and was running towards him quickly...

His vision grew increasingly dim, and he squinted, trying to see more clearly.

A figure approached Xiao Wang. He opened his mouth wide, but the sound that came out was barely a whisper: "Xiao Wang... be careful."

He seemed to have lost control of his body; he tried to stand up but couldn't. He watched as Xiao Wang's body stiffened and he collapsed limply to the ground…

A surge of anger rushed to his head, and he struggled to his feet, his body swaying uncontrollably.

A minivan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the back door was flung open. Several young men rushed out and lifted Xiao Wang, Andy, and Awen into the van.

The figure beside the car was blurry, but Wenjie could feel that he was smiling at him.

Run...run as far as you can...run as far as you can...

He stumbled and staggered inside, holding onto the revolving door of the service hall...

There were many people at the entrance of the hall, and I bumped into several people in a row, which stirred up a series of disgust and disdain.

Behind him, the group of young people also chased in, pushing through the crowd in an attempt to grab him.

In his haste, he rushed toward Zhao Xiaolong behind the information desk.

Zhao Xiaolong stared blankly as Wenjie struggled to turn the information desk over: "Hey, you can't come in here... Get out. Otherwise... I'll call security!"

Wenjie squatted on the ground and said weakly, "Go... call security!"

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Zhao Xiaolong angrily grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and pressed the call button: "Information desk, information desk... someone's causing trouble!"

When the group saw that the person they were looking for had hidden behind the information desk, they planned to open the small door next to the information desk and carry the person out by force.

But then a pair of security guards filed in from both sides of the hall, flanking the information desk.

The man at the front glanced diagonally above the information desk: a security camera.

The metal casing encased the jet-black lens, which stared coldly at him, as if any rash move he made would expose his actions to the public and law enforcement.

His arrogant movements faltered for a moment as someone brushed past him, only to be stopped by him.

The other person has a scar on their face. When they are angry, the scar turns bright red, like a centipede coiled on their face.

Scarface glared at him angrily, his arrogance and ferocity evident, as if he wanted to rush up and tear the man to shreds.

He glared fiercely at the other man and hissed, "Withdraw!"

Seemingly sensing the oppressive atmosphere around him, the people queuing at the information desk suddenly dispersed.

Without the barrier of the crowd, two or three more people gathered around him.

Seeing him wave his hand and turn to retreat, several people were unconvinced: two stared at him questioningly, while others, not daring to disobey orders so openly, stood there with their necks tilted to the side, sulking.

He coldly surveyed the group before him, repeating menacingly, "Withdraw!"

This time, he placed his hand on his waist, reaching for the protruding area... his eyes flashing with a resolute light. The men exchanged glances, then angrily turned and left.

Zhao Xiaolong stared at the scene before him, then looked down at the man who had fainted beside him, and seemed to understand something. He picked up the office phone on the table and dialed 120.

The group returned to the van, and Scarface spoke first: "Yellow Hair, why didn't you let me do it?"

"Yeah, Brother Huang. Master Fang wanted to capture that kid alive, but we didn't catch him. How are we going to explain this when we get back?"

The "yellow-haired guy" or "Brother Huang" they were talking about was actually a man who was no more than 25 years old.

Hearing several people questioning him all at once, he raised his muscular arm and touched the small tuft of blond hair on his head.

As he moved, the dragon tattooed on his arm leaped up and down.

It seemed as if it might break free from its physical constraints at any moment, soar into the air, and launch a surprise attack on those people.

Their eccentric expressions softened when their gazes fell upon the menacing dragon.

He slowly lowered his arm, his sharp gaze sweeping over the faces of the group, and said leisurely:

"Did Master Fang order us to arrest people? Did he order us to deliberately cause trouble? Tell me... did he order us to cause trouble?"

He gradually raised his voice, making eye contact with several people, and everyone he looked at lowered their heads.

Looking at those people again, their heads were hanging even lower.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." The blond-haired guy banged on their heads, cursing as he did so: "Idiots, morons, a bunch of brainless bastards!"

They covered their heads and hid, while Scarface glanced at him sideways: "...Brother Huang, these three are about to wake up. Should we send them back first?"

"Send it back...send it back." The blond-haired man kept banging on his head, saying one word and banging it rhythmically.

The van was only so big, and even though he dodged left and right, every blow still landed squarely on his head.

"Where should I send it...you tell me...you tell me...where should I send it?"

The blond-haired man pounded harder and harder, while Scarface, grimacing, clutched his head and cried out, "Brother Huang, I was wrong. What should we do with them?"

The blond-haired man finally stopped, glanced at the business hall through the car window, and turned his head to say:

"You, and you, stay here and keep watch. As soon as that kid leaves this door, whether he's lying horizontally or vertically, you better stick close to him."

"If we lose track of our target, I'll shoot you all dead."

The man he pointed to scratched his head, frowned, and asked, "Just keeping watch?"

The blond-haired man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly, "We've been lying in wait here, trying to catch him in the shadows, but we still haven't managed to capture him..."

He turned the man's face around, leaned in and pinched his cheeks twice, and said, "Do you think the two of you alone can catch him?"

The other person covered their face, feeling a wave of shame, their face flushing red and then turning pale: "Then I'll..."

As he spoke, his hand reached for his waist, where a sidearm was tucked...

The blond-haired man raised his hand and swung it towards his waist.

With a sharp "smack," he received a blow to the back of his hand.

"Ouch!" He felt a burning pain on the back of his hand, and he groaned in pain.

Someone in the car covered their mouth and chuckled.

"Shut up, all of you! This is a matter of utmost importance. We can't afford to make any mistakes, or we'll all lose our lives."

"You all need to be on your guard! Do you hear me?" the blond-haired man shouted.

The other man who was mentioned smiled sinisterly: "Brother Huang, do you have any more sleeping pills? Give me more, I don't believe that kid can handle it."

"No, that stuff is bad for your brain. If you inhale even a little, you'll be dizzy all day. If you bring back a slow-witted fool, I guarantee Master Fang will make sure you die a horrible death."

Huang Mao rubbed his face, his voice softening: "Xiao Biao, why don't you get your last words sorted out first, so it won't be too late later?"

(End of this chapter)