Xiao Huizi and He Xiaoer

It took about thirty minutes to get to the airport. He Zhijing felt a little tired, so he took this opportunity to close his eyes and take a short rest.

Cheng Yue kept silent and closed his eyes.

The driver occasionally stole a few glances through the interior mirror, and the accompanying personnel observed He Zhijing several times, then nodded and winked at the driver. The driver understood, turned the steering wheel, and drove to another road unknowingly.

The two people in the car stared at He Zhijing.

He Zhijing folded his hands over his chest, and although he closed his eyes, he was thinking about Zhu Wei's words. His fingers tapped his arms rhythmically, which was a habitual little movement he made when thinking.

About ten minutes later, He Zhijing opened his eyes and looked up, only to see the escort staring at him. He Zhijing happened to meet his gaze and was surprised to find that his eyes contained an unknown intention.

The man kept his right hand in his jacket pocket and maintained this posture after getting on the bus, but He Zhijing ignored this detail.

At this moment, the scene of the Hangzhou hijacking flashed through his mind, and he shouted in his heart: "Oops."

As soon as he thought about it, the man didn't give him any time to think, he suddenly took out his right hand, which contained a black object, and rushed over. He Zhijing didn't have time to get up, so he leaned back and kicked out at the same time.

The man didn't expect He Zhijing to react so quickly. He was kicked in the abdomen and his body hit the car with a bang, causing the car to shake.

The driver turned around and asked, "What's going on?"

The man shouted, "Never mind, drive your car."

The man took a kick but didn't care and continued to pounce.

He Zhijing was about to get up when a hand behind the seat put its arm around his neck and pulled him back. He Zhijing had long legs, so he put one foot on the back of the front seat, used the force to push back, and slammed his head back, hitting the bridge of the nose of the person behind him.

The man behind him almost lost all vision and his head was buzzing. He had to grit his teeth and not let go. He quickly put his other hand up, clasped his hands together, and locked He Zhijing's neck.

He Zhijing was horrified, realizing that he was being strangled by the man, and his neck was tightly strangled. He used both hands to pry the arm from his neck. The man refused to let go, and the grip became tighter and tighter, leaving ten finger marks on his arm.

He Zhijing kept kicking and the chair rattled. His head was on the verge of bleeding and he was hallucinating. He kicked hard several times but couldn't break free from the naked choke.

The man in front of him rushed over again, and the two attacked him from the front and back. A piece of black cloth covered He Zhijing's mouth and nose, and pressed hard. He Zhijing was about to breathe in and out, and a strong smell entered his nose. His eyes went black and he fell on the seat.

The man in front shouted, "Let go, don't strangle him."

The man behind him then released his arm from around He Zhijing's neck.

"Finally done."

The man in front let out a long sigh and said, "Damn it, this guy is really hard to deal with. He has some skills, and one person can't handle him."

The man behind him felt pain in his nose, and some liquid flowed to the corner of his mouth. He wiped his nose and saw blood on his hand, so he cursed: "Damn it, you hit me and almost broke my nose."

Cheng Yue next to him had just fallen asleep. After a loud commotion in the carriage, he opened his eyes. Before he could see what was going on, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth and nose, and he was also knocked unconscious.

The driver looked back and continued driving.

The two searched He Zhijing and Cheng Yue's bodies, took out their cell phones, and turned off the power. One of them opened the car window and was about to throw the phone away, but the other said, "Don't throw it away, the boss said it's useful to keep it."

The man pointed at He Zhijing and said with a wicked smile, "Old ghost, I heard that his wife is very beautiful. Maybe there is a movie of them hidden in his phone. How about opening it and taking a look? Hehe."

The old ghost cursed, "You idiot, you only think about these things all day long. Can't you think about something else? Don't make things complicated."

Lai Pimao bent down and rubbed his face on He Zhijing's shoulder a few times. He wiped the blood off his face with his clothes, pinched his nose, and made a "hiss" sound, feeling a dull pain.

The old ghost cursed again: "Laipimao, you idiot, you left your own bloodstains, what else can you do besides fighting?"

Lai Pimao said, "So what. Old ghost, do you think he can escape?"

The old ghost said, "Forget it, don't say anything. After sending him to the villa, we will have completed the mission. The boss said that the boss will not treat us unfairly."

The two men took out two homemade handcuffs and leg cuffs, locked He Zhijing and Cheng Yue's hands and feet, blindfolded them, and gagged them.

After busying around for a while, the old ghost sat on a chair and lifted up his clothes to check. There was a black bruise on his belly. The kick from He Zhijing just now was really hard.

The business car drove out of the city, headed towards a mountainous area, then drove into a small forest, and finally stopped at a villa on the side of the mountain that had been empty for a long time.

He Zhijing and Cheng Yue were still unconscious, so the three of them moved into the house together and threw them on two old sofas.

Lao Gui made a phone call and said, "Boss, it's done."

The other end asked, "Did anything happen?"

The old ghost said: "Don't worry, there will be no accidents."

Lao Dadao: "Wait, I'll be there soon."

Lao Gui hung up the phone, and half an hour later, a man came in. He had a dark complexion, but he was not black, his eyes were as big as cups, he had long hair, a streamlined figure, but he was unusually tall, at least two meters tall, and he was wearing a black leather jacket with shiny armor plates.

Lao Gui, Lai Pi Mao and the driver had never seen this man before. Seeing his strange appearance, they were terrified and asked, "Who are you? Where is our boss?"

The strange man said, "He's gone to hell. Go find him in the underworld."

The three men's feet seemed to have grown roots, connected to the floor. They couldn't run away, and they shouted in fear: "Don't... don't kill us."

The weirdo raised one hand, in which there appeared a blood-red knife. With a light slash, the three people in front of him fell to the ground, and three heads fell off, but not a drop of blood was dripped.

The weirdo searched the old ghost and found He Zhijing and Cheng Yue’s cell phones and put them in his leather jacket pocket.

A big golden dog followed in from outside the door, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the three corpses on the ground one by one, then squatted at the door.

The weirdo came to He Zhijing and Cheng Yue, picked up their blindfolds with his toes, took off the cloths on their mouths, looked at them for a while, kicked them awake, and asked, "Which one of you is He Zhijing?"

He Zhijing sat up and quickly glanced around. He immediately realized that he was in danger. He turned his gaze back to the weirdo and said, "I am."

The weirdo looked at He Zhijing and said, "You are very calm."

He Zhijing's mind raced, analyzing who had ordered the three men to arrest him. Zhu Wei and Ling Shaoming were the most suspicious, as both were capable. But Zhu Wei didn't look like a vicious person, so the only one left was Ling Shaoming.

He Zhijing asked, "Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Did Ling Shaoming send you here?"

The weirdo asked, "Do you want to call her yourself? Or should I call her?"

He Zhijing was confused and asked, "Who?"

The weirdo said, "Your wife."

He Zhijing's mind buzzed. Why did it have to do with Xiao Huizi? Did the kidnappers want a ransom? He said, "How much money do you want? I can give it to you directly."

The strange man said, "Let me ask you again, do you want to hit me? Or should I?"

He Zhijing shook his head violently, "I won't fight you, even if you kill me."

The weirdo said, "Then I called her."

The weirdo took out two mobile phones from his leather jacket pocket, opened them one by one, looked through the photo albums inside, and compared He Zhijing's appearance. He also looked through the address book inside and found a phone number called Xiao Huizi that had called three times today, so he was sure it was her.

He was about to make a call, but suddenly stopped and said, "Call back later."

He Zhijing understood the evil intentions of this weirdo. He wanted to make Xiao Huizi live in fear for the whole night. He said anxiously, "Give me the phone number. I'll call you."

The weirdo said: "You have made your choice. You only have one chance."