Soul Patch

Chapter 277

Central control room.

Jon paced back and forth, phone in hand, brow furrowed.

The assistant and Lisa sat in front of the computer, intently watching the monitor screen.

These two surveillance cameras can capture Wenjie and Hanfeng from different angles.

However, the sound could only be transmitted through the bug on Han Feng's body, while the central control room was directly connected to a speaker for simultaneous playback.

The two could be heard talking to each other from time to time in the room.

"What is the marketing department doing? What kind of bizarre questions are on the questionnaire?"

"How many people from each branch office will be sent over for this batch of interns?"

……

The two were walking slowly toward Green Causeway Park, looking just like other office workers who were sent out on fieldwork, reluctant to leave and heading to the park to cool off as soon as they came out.

But Wenjie just said he wanted to take a taxi to wander around Beijing, saying he wanted to go to Tiananmen Square...

"Shit, why isn't John answering the phone!"

"What the fuck, Lucy isn't answering the phone either!"

What should we do? If Wenjie insists on going to Tiananmen Square, won't he soon be out of their control range?
Professor Zhao cannot be disturbed while he is hypnotizing, and John and Lucy have lost contact... In his anxiety, Jon swore.

Upon hearing this, the assistant and Lisa held their breath, looking expectantly at Jon, hoping he could come up with a solution.

"Jon, why isn't our surveillance target, Wenjie, going to Tiananmen Square anymore..." the assistant asked, puzzled.

Lisa turned to look at the screen and saw Wenjie squinting, chatting happily with Han Feng beside him. She tentatively asked, "Is he just joking?"

Jon glanced at Lisa: "Do you think he was just joking when he asked the hotel receptionist those two questions?"

Lisa blushed and shut up.

This Wenjie seems harmless and innocent, but he's actually quite cunning... Jon stared at the screen showing Wenjie laughing and joking, lost in thought.

After a moment, seemingly having made up his mind, he pulled out a walkie-talkie and directed, "Master Fang, Master Fang, this is Jon. Set up roadblocks within the control area. If the target passes by alone, tell him to close the road and not to pass!"

"Hmm? Is this appropriate?" A questioning voice came from the walkie-talkie, hoarse and nonchalant.

“The target needs to leave the control area. Tell your men to get to work quickly, or they'll have money but no life to enjoy it.” Jon didn’t mince words.

"Huh? My men haven't been doing any work? They just hijacked a police car yesterday and brought the people here to you? Are you setting up a stage and putting on a show? Making such a fuss!"

Clearly, the grudge had been brewing for a long time.

"Master Fang!" Jon was so angry his teeth itched: "Shut up! If you want to get out of here alive, hold him down right now!"

Jon wanted to say something more, but the other party had already hung up.

He threw the walkie-talkie away, and it fell to the ground, making a mechanical buzzing sound as if the signal was malfunctioning.

The room was eerily quiet. Lisa and her assistant dared not look at Jon anymore and hurriedly turned to stare at the monitor screen, afraid that Jon would accuse them of not working.

The conversations transmitted through the walkie-talkie and the bugging device echoed each other.

"Any pretty girls at head office? I mean, stunningly beautiful, with great figures and huge breasts?" It was Wenjie's voice.

"Eek, buzzing, buzzing, crackling, crackling" is the sound of a walkie-talkie.

"There really is one, that assistant to the general manager, the girl is really pretty..." Han Feng.

Upon hearing the words "little assistant" and "busty," Lisa's eyes involuntarily drifted towards Zhao Jingshu's little assistant.

Eastern Airport... *cough cough cough*, Lisa puffed out her chest smugly.

The assistant glanced at Lisa's D-cup and muttered: "Big boobs, no brains."

Jon glared coldly at the two women, somewhat exasperated: at a time like this, they still had the mood to compete for attention.

Fuck fuck fuck! Daring to stir up trouble from a hundred thousand miles away, that damn Wenjie... Qiao En is so angry she's about to vomit blood, Qiao En is so furious she's about to explode, Qiao En wants to kill someone!

He kicked the walkie-talkie viciously, and *smack*... the jarring mechanical voice finally disappeared.

The whole world went silent.

"Does that assistant have a boyfriend? I can flirt with her while I'm interning here, I'm just killing time anyway."

It was Wenjie's voice again.

"You dare flirt with your little assistant? She might be some boss's mistress. You'll be in big trouble!" It was Han Feng's voice.

The assistant and Lisa chuckled.

A sudden wave of low pressure swept over them as Jon walked over, abruptly silencing their nasal laughter.

Jon was furious, and the phone in his pocket kept ringing for ages, but he didn't even notice.

The assistant glanced timidly at Jon.

Jon glared at him coldly, and the assistant pointed to his pants pocket.

The vibrations climbed up his thigh, and he exhaled a breath of stale air, taking out his phone.

It's John.

"Jon, I was just talking to Lucy, what happened?" John asked casually.

“That Wenjie is about to leave the control area. I’ve had Master Fang set up roadblocks.” Jon gritted his teeth.

"Roadblock? On what grounds? Is it a nuclear leak ahead, or the presence of roving criminals?" John was a little surprised, and his tone became somewhat casual.

This sounded a bit too frivolous to Jon.

His jaw was clenched, his facial features stiff, and he said defiantly, "For the rehearsal before the National Day parade, you need to register your ID card to enter the Fifth Ring Road."

Anyway, Wenjie didn't bring his ID card!
At this point, everything must be done according to the orders of superiors. Who would dare to force their way in? Forcing one's way in is not just a matter of disrupting social order or affecting traffic police enforcement; it's a matter of escalating to a political level.

Suddenly I feel that politics trumps everything, and it can be very powerful at times, like right now.

Jon was quite pleased with himself. He sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

“Jon, the reason they won’t let you into the Fifth Ring Road is because of vehicle license plate restrictions. Only out-of-town vehicles need to show their ID cards to enter Beijing.” After correcting the common-sense error, John took a breath and said, “Let Master Fang handle it. Come to my room.”

John sensed something was off about Jon's tone and didn't want to argue with him about it.

Jon silently hung up the phone and sat in his chair, sulking for a while.

Finally, he sighed deeply, got up, and left the central control room.

……

In a low-ceilinged warehouse, Huang Mao and a dozen of his henchmen surrounded an old man.

The old man was dressed in a coarse cloth shirt with traditional Chinese buttons and loose kung fu trousers. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but he didn't look old at all. On the contrary, he had a ruddy complexion and was full of energy.

Seeing the old man put away the walkie-talkie, the blond-haired man bowed and stepped forward: "Master Fang, what instructions do they have now?"

Those foreigners would send the receptionist over and lock her in the solitary confinement room one minute, and have someone drag Ah Wen to a designated room the next.

He was speaking broken Chinese on the walkie-talkie again, and he guessed that the guy was up to no good again.

Master Fang looked at the blond-haired man with bright eyes and smiled.

This left Huang Mao unsure of what to do, and he felt a little uneasy.

He had followed Master Fang for several years, but he still couldn't quite figure out Master Fang's temper. Sometimes, when Master Fang was clearly smiling, he would think that he was in a good mood, but the things he said would make people cry and have no clue what to say.

Sometimes his eyes are like swords drawn from their sheaths, seemingly ready to cleave you in two, yet he might utter words of praise.

The blond-haired man bowed even lower: "Master Fang, please feel free to give any orders!"

The brothers below, seeing how obsequious Huang Mao was, all bowed down and echoed, "Please give us your instructions, Master Fang."

Fang Ye waved to the group below, strolled slowly, and said slowly, "That person's name is... what's his name?" Did he really not know that the person they had kidnapped was named Wen Jie?
of course not.

His men followed Wenjie all the way to the **Second Precinct, hoping to bring their target back without lifting a finger.

Unexpectedly, the police appeared midway through.

Once they enter the police station, the police can identify them by reviewing the surveillance footage from the entrance and lobby of the station.

Once you're locked in, it'll be very difficult to find an opportunity to strike.

Before they can even make a move, the police might arrest the group of thugs first.

So he made a quick decision, ordering the blond-haired man to intercept the police car and forcibly bring the person over...

How could Master Fang not know the name of such a troublemaker?

The blond-haired man cautiously said, "Master Fang, that young man's name is Wenjie."

"Oh!" Master Fang seemed to suddenly realize, muttering repeatedly, "Wenjie!"

Huang Mao and his underlings exchanged bewildered glances, unsure whether Master Fang was genuinely asking for the man's name or if he was implying something else entirely.

They all held their breath and stared intently, waiting for Master Fang to speak.

After a long while, Fang Ye looked at a broken window in the warehouse and slowly said, "This Wenjie is interesting. Huang Mao, pick two clever guys to play with him."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao breathed a sigh of relief: "Is that all? This is something the brothers are good at!"

He pointed at Scarface and the barbarian: "You, you, and you, you go teach Wenjie a lesson. Leave him alive, don't beat him to death."

Scarface rolled up his sleeves and rolled up his arms, while the other two were also eager to get started, grabbing their weapons and heading outside.

Master Fang waved his hand at the blond-haired man: "No, go pick one over there."

He pointed to the front of the warehouse, which was connected to several conference rooms, each capable of accommodating hundreds of people.

The conference room was filled with groups of people who had been selected but not yet chosen.

It's somewhat similar to being an extra in a TV drama, just getting free meals every day.

They set up such a large-scale operation, employing thousands or even tens of thousands of people; this is no less expensive than making a big-budget movie.

These foreigners are spending so much money, I really don't know what they're up to.

Master Fang didn't care about those things. Foreigners did their own thing, he pursued his own power, and they didn't interfere with each other, achieving mutual success.

Where to look? Those are all people hired by foreigners... The blond-haired man paused for a moment.

He quickly smiled obsequiously: "Master Fang is so thoughtful!"

Yellow Hair's gaze swept over Scarface and Barbarian, then he tilted his head to look into the corner and shouted, "Liangzi, come with me!"

Liangzai kept a distance from everyone, giving the impression that he was detached from the situation.

He was startled when he suddenly heard the blond-haired man call his name. He nodded expressionlessly.

……

Green Causeway Park.

Wenjie and Hanfeng chatted casually for an hour or two before they knew it.

Their survey is progressing slowly; although there are five or six hundred questionnaires, less than a quarter have been completed.

The two discussed what to eat for lunch for a while, then Han Feng said, "We don't have any money in our pockets, what can we eat? Let's go back and eat at the cafeteria."

Wenjie's gaze swept back and forth over him as he pondered... where the bugging device might be installed.
What if there were no listening devices?
How could that be? He said he'd take a taxi, but taxis run faster than mice!

"Hahaha, don't run away!"

A series of cloying, teasing words reached my ears.

Wenjie and Hanfeng turned around and saw a couple walking towards them along the narrow path in the park.

The two of them walked arm in arm toward a grove of small trees ahead.

Maybe the two of them wanted to do something indescribable.

Wenjie and Hanfeng sat on a stone stool. Wenjie rested his chin on his hand and watched with great interest as the couple disappeared into the dense bushes.

A short while later, a piercing scream rang out:

"Ah, help!"

Upon seeing this, Han Feng immediately stood up and shouted, "Let's go take a look."

"Hmph, I just saw him staring at that girl, now he finally has an excuse to go and see her..." Wenjie grinned mischievously.

Han Feng ran towards the sapling, with Wen Jie following at a leisurely pace.

"Oh, brother, please!"

"Don't touch her..."

"Get the hell out of here, you brat, don't ruin my good time!"

Immediately following were the sounds of punches and kicks, and the man's cries of pain.

Han Feng and Wen Jie exchanged a glance... a scene straight out of a melodramatic soap opera.

The young couple encountered a thug.

Wenjie thought for a moment and turned to leave, but Han Feng beside him grabbed him and wouldn't let go: "Saving people is the priority."

"The police will be here soon!" Wenjie said calmly, his eyes serene.

Han Feng ignored him and dragged him to the grove.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The two naive young men witnessed an extremely erotic scene: a girl with disheveled clothes was being pinned down by a lewd fat man (three hundred words omitted here).

A group of thugs were knocking out the boy.

The boy was beaten to the ground, his body covered in bruises, blood trickling from his mouth and nostrils. He curled up in a ball, desperately covering his head with his hands...

The group of burly thugs around him showed no sign of stopping, raining punches down on him.

The girl looked at her boyfriend not far away, tears streaming down her face, her eyes numb and empty.
Upon seeing Wenjie and Hanfeng, they seemed to regain their hope. They desperately clawed at the ground, trying to crawl towards them, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Help! Help! Please save us!"

Wenjie suspected that this was all an act... From the moment he saw them to the moment the girl cried for help, he believed it was all an act.

Although I thought that way, when it all happened before my eyes, my blood still rushed to my head uncontrollably.

mean!

Shameless!
They're worse than animals!

He unconsciously clenched his fist.

No one with a conscience could stand idly by, and Han Feng rushed over like a madman.

...As a result, he took half of the boy's punches.

Under the barrage of punches and kicks, Han Feng was like a lamb entering a tiger's den, utterly powerless to fight back.

Wenjie felt the veins on his forehead bulging, and a surge of anger rose in his chest that he could no longer suppress... He flew over and kicked the fat man.

The force was so great that the fat man rolled several times and landed half a meter away.

"Over here... Wenjie, kick it over here..." Han Feng shouted, his voice trembling with tears.

Getting punched is a terrible feeling; the violence completely destroyed any remaining heroic spirit in Han Feng.

(End of this chapter)