Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Holding the executive officer hostage, Jiang Yuan walked eastward along the flower path and arrived at the parking lot entrance in a few minutes.

In order to avoid being caught by the camera, he tried his best to hide himself behind the tall man, but when he entered the entrance and turned the corner, he was dumbfounded.

I saw a security department bus with flashing police lights parked there, and a large group of executive officers were getting off the bus one after another. It seemed that they were the support that had just been called in.

Well, I poked the executive's nest.

Just as they were about to collide head-on with the first wave of people, the hostage in front considerately unbuttoned his uniform, took off his coat and hat, and handed them to the robbers behind him.

"Put it on." The man said concisely.

Jiang Yuan was surprised. What kind of hostage did they capture that could move Li Ming?

Without thinking too much, he put on his coat without saying a word, covered his large area of ​​white hair with his hat, and hid himself behind the man.

There was still some residual warmth from the man's body inside the familiar stiff uniform, and it felt quite warm when worn on the body.

A faint fragrance lingers around my nose, like...lotus?

"Hello, Teacher Yu!" When the executives saw the man, they all came over to greet him.

"Hello, chief!"

"Good evening, Teacher Yu!!"

A resonant male voice stood out from the crowd: "Hey! Lao Yu! I heard that you just finished a big job, so you came here to see your apprentice. How is it going? Did you settle it?"

Yu Du nodded, his voice calm and emotionless: "Well, the rest is up to you."

"No problem! Leave it to us!" The sturdy man gave a thumbs up and was about to leave when he noticed something unusual behind him: "Lao Yu, who is this person behind you?"

There was an SUV between the two parties, and the body of the SUV blocked the hem of Jiang Yuan's red skirt. The other party could only see a short and thin man behind Yu Du, wearing an executive coat and with most of his face covered by a hat.

Jiang Yuan was alert and pinched the man's thin waist with one hand to threaten him. The man said in a deep voice: "My friend, he is feeling a little unwell. I will take him back first."

Jiang Yuan leaned weakly on his back.

"Oh, it's rare to see you so enthusiastic." The other party smiled and said goodbye: "Then you guys are busy, we will go over to support you first."

After saying that, he drove the other executives away quickly. Yu Du led Jiang Yuan, turned a few corners, and came to his car.

Under the street light, a completely black car, as red as an inky gem, was parked there, standing out from the crowd. The goddess of celebration on the front of the car was lifelike, and the golden wheels were shining brightly, just like the big gold teeth inlaid on a dark-skinned tycoon.

From head to toe, he exudes the suffocating smell of bourgeois money, which makes the surrounding vehicles pale in comparison and can even be described as extremely shabby.

"Illusion?" Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched. He didn't expect to tie a big goldfish: "Sir, you are quite low-key."

"Yeah." The man nodded sincerely: "This one is more low-key."

Jiang Yuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Give me the car keys."

The hostage obediently took out the key and Jiang Yuan took it with a fake smile. The whole process was very friendly and harmonious.

The robbery was completed, so this famous executive was no longer useful. In view of his cooperation, Jiang Yuan decided to give him a quick death.

The next moment, he tightened the red string in his hand, steadied the opponent's neck, and attacked with a palm, intending to knock the man unconscious and then escape.

But the other party was no pushover either, and he had also planned it out. He dodged sideways, pulled off the red string around his neck and threw it back to Jiang Yuan. The red string shrank back into Jiang Yuan's palm softly, as if it was unwilling to strangle the young man, catching Jiang Yuan off guard.

What's going on?! Fan Wen?! Are you going to be a deserter?! This is the second time!!

Just as he was surprised, the man grabbed Jiang Yuan's wrist, flipped it behind his back, and pressed down -

"Click——"

Mr. Jiang is happy to receive a pure silver bracelet!

The man opened the rear door and handcuffed the other side of the handcuffs to the roof railing.

As expected of a CEO, you are quite capable. But if I use my feet, how will you respond?

Jiang Yuan raised his feet to resist, but the other party put a pair of bracelets on his feet, stuffed him into the back seat, put him back in his uniform, drove away in the car.

The whole process was smooth and there was no unnecessary movement.

The gangster Jiang Yuan became a stinky salted fish lying on the expensive back seat of a Rolls-Royce. Those who didn't know would think he was the one who was kidnapped.

*

The night was hazy and the streets were empty. An inky phantom crossed the bridge and sped away into the distance.

Jiang Yuan struggled for several minutes, from secretly to blatantly, but for some reason the fishing line wouldn't obey him. He was sure that he couldn't unlock the handcuffs, so he gave up and looked at the scenery outside the window.

The reflection of the city was reflected in the car window, and the tall buildings gradually disappeared into the distance, making him more and more confused.

"Sir, this is neither the way to the police station nor the security department. Where are you taking me?"

The man drove in silence without answering, so Jiang Yuan asked another question.

"Sir, what superpowers do you use? Why does my fishing line never work on you?"

"Sir? Sir? Are you a blockhead? Please pay attention to me, sir?" He tried hard to start a conversation, but the other party didn't respond.

"Don't you want to ask your apprentice how she is doing? She and I are in the same game."

Hearing his apprentice, the man finally deigned to say, "Yeah."

"Hehe, I beat up little Mo You and made her unconscious. When she wakes up, she will probably come to you to complain." Jiang Yuan said this in a way that made him ask for a beating, wanting to see the other party's reaction.

In the end, the other party just said solemnly: "Yeah."

"That's it? You don't even care about it? In the game, she's always calling him 'Master' all the time!"

"Don't worry about not being as skilled as others. If you lose, you lose."

"You are such a good master." Jiang Yuan felt bored and leaned back in his chair.

Gloomy, silent, boring, and scheming like a piece of wood, this is the first impression the legendary executive left on Jiang Yuan.

Taking advantage of the free time, he looked at the man carefully.

The lines of her profile are beautiful and sharp, like a sculpture completed in one go. Her temperament is melancholy and profound, not much different from the mermaid in the game, except that she is more realistic in reality.

Such a unique person, wearing this stiff black uniform, with orange-gold edges, buttons, ribbons, gold epaulettes inlaid with octagonal stars, and a dark purple shirt, is like a sharp ancient sword that has been sealed for many years, put into a brand new scabbard, reappeared in the world, and reborn.

As he was thinking, the man looked at him through the rearview mirror. Their eyes met and Jiang Yuan blurted out a sentence.

"This uniform suits you very well."

The car was driving at a slow speed of 80 miles per hour. Sitting in the car was as comfortable as walking on flat ground. The orange and yellow street lights outside the window flickered, on and off, with light and shadows flickering.

"As long as you like it." The executive replied calmly.

The light shone into his eyes, reflecting a hint of rich dark purple. Jiang Yuan's chest skipped a beat and he felt uncomfortable for no reason. He adjusted his sunglasses, covering his eyes more tightly, and turned to look at the night view outside the window.

The chief executive officer also looked away somewhat awkwardly and continued to concentrate on driving.

There was no conversation along the rest of the way. The car drove along a long empty road. The sparkling moonlight spread on the lake surface, as if we were driving in the center of a large lake.

Going further ahead, they entered a large forest. Looking at the dark road ahead, Jiang Yuan had a bad feeling.

Was he going to take him to a secret security base? Or a prison? Or maybe something worse? His premonitions were always accurate, and they were soon confirmed.

The Phantom drove up a mountain road, entered a small courtyard, and finally entered a lonely building. The garage opened automatically, and pale cold lights lit up one by one.

"arrive."

The man opened the back door, untied the handcuffs on the roof armrest, and handcuffed Jiang Yuan's other hand.

Jiang Yuan got out of the car and looked around. In this huge and simple garage, there were various jet-black luxury cars with uniform golden wheels, which blinded the eyes under the white light. It didn't look like official territory at all, but more like the private place of some wealthy man.

"Sir, which prison is this?"

The man hesitated for a moment and replied, "My home."

What a familiar experience! Jiang Yuan understood it instantly.

From the moment I fell out of the tree and into the arms of this executive, it wasn't me who held him hostage.

He held me hostage.