On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

As time went by, more and more numbers were crossed out on the calendar, and finally fell on the first three boxes with the little airplane pattern drawn on them.

The plane ticket was clipped in the notebook and thrown on the corner of the desk, with only a short piece exposed.

Finally, Chen Qian entered his own countdown...

"Hello, Brother Chimu." Chen Qian put the phone to his ear and held a sandwich in his hand.

"I just want to say that you've been with me for a month, it's time to go back to work."

What was said on the other end of the phone made him frown slightly. He took a bite of his sandwich, turned on the speaker of his phone and put it on the table.

"What could possibly happen to me? I'm just going out for a walk. I'm just going to buy two introductory language books and will be home soon."

Chen Tian's impatient voice came from the phone on the table: "Chen Xiaoqian, do you want me to tell you what happened to you when I bring the flower basket to the columbarium to see you?"

"Chen Datian, why are you talking like that? And you won't even buy me a piece of land with a tombstone?"

Chen Tian was angry on the other end of the line, wanting to say something, but he only managed a few syllables before falling silent, hesitating as if someone had covered his mouth. The next time he heard a voice, it was the phone's original owner again. "Baby, I just went to the bathroom and forgot my phone. Are you going out? If not, wait a minute, I'll come find you now."

"Oh, no need. Don't listen to Chen Tian's nonsense. Nothing can happen to me at this age. Don't worry too much." Chen Qian dragged out the last word, took the last bite of the sandwich, and said goodbye to Chi Mu.

He hurried out, hailed a taxi at the gate of the residential complex, and headed straight for the bookstore. Half an hour later, the driver slowly applied the brakes and maneuvered the car to a stop on the side of the road.

Chen Qian didn't plan to spend too much time on this matter. He came here with a purpose. After entering the bookstore, he asked the shopping guide and went straight to the reference book area he pointed out.

This bookstore was incredibly large, resembling a modest supermarket. The reference section took up a significant portion of the space, its books neatly arranged and categorized. Unfortunately, Chen Qian couldn't understand its principles, and even the process of elimination wasn't enough. With no guide nearby to help, he was forced to search blindly.

After looking through row after row, Chen Qian felt a little exhausted. He squatted on the ground and quickly glanced at the bottom layer, which was full of books on carpentry tips.

At this moment, a hand holding two books stretched out from behind him and the owner of the hand said to him: "Hello, are you looking for this?"

Taking the two books titled "Danish Basics" and "Danish Pronunciation Guide," Chen Qian exclaimed in surprise, "Yes! That's what I'm looking for!"

"Thank you..." Chen Qianxian couldn't help but take a step back before he could finish his words of gratitude.

It wasn't that he was polite and could only walk halfway, but after turning around, he found that there were several burly, muscular men in suits standing behind him. They all had headphones on their ears and had solemn and serious expressions. It was obvious at a glance that they were not serious readers.

Chen Qian had watched a lot of movies in the first half of his life, so he naturally recognized what this outfit represented - either a wealthy family's bodyguard or a gangster thug.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chi invites you." The man in a suit who handed him the book stood up straight, with a much more imposing aura than the others. He looked like the leader of this team. His voice and tone matched his figure perfectly, and were just as hard, pressing Chen Qian so hard that he could hardly breathe.

He subconsciously took two steps back, vaguely remembering that the last person who called him Mr. Chen was the delivery guy who brought him midnight snacks two days ago. He was wearing a yellow uniform, tall and thin, and had a smile on his face. He shouted, "Please give me a five-star review."

"Chi—Mr. Chi? Treat me? Hahaha, you must have made a mistake. I don't know any elders named Chi." Chen Qian lied, nodded to them while holding the book, and hurriedly turned to walk out. "I remembered that I have something else to do, so I went to pay the bill first. Thank you for your help, brother."

He quickly turned around a tall bookshelf, casually put the book in his hand up, and ran towards the door of the bookstore with his legs spread out. He didn't even have the courage to look behind him again, and just rushed forward. If Chen Tian was here, he would be surprised that he ran at the fastest speed in his life.

Now he regretted not listening to Chen Tian and insisted on going out alone, but Chen Qian was still filled with regret. The sound of solid footsteps kept coming from behind him, and several rhythms were intertwined. This scene that went against common sense made the ignorant people around him exclaim in surprise, wondering if Chen Qian was a young master who had escaped, or was being surrounded by debt collectors, or was wanted for committing some crime.

No matter what the reason was, this was too much. Chen Qian cried out in his heart: Is there any kind-hearted person who can help call the police? What's the difference between this and robbing a man in public!

After walking around the last island table and the dazed passersby blocking the way in a straight line, Chen Qian arrived near the gate. He was only two steps away from here, and he was in a happy mood and set off fireworks.

But the truth is, he was happy too early...

As soon as he ran out of the store, Chen Qian stood there in a daze, opening and closing his lips several times, wanting to curse something, but afraid of making things worse, he had to frown and hold all the curse words back in his stomach.

Several black Mercedes-Benzes were blocking the way outside, forming a semicircle in front of the store, guarding it tightly. Unsurprisingly, they must have recognized Chen Qian's face before they left. As soon as he stepped off the steps, several cars rolled down their windows in unison. Inside each car were three or four men with builds comparable to those of the men in suits in the store. Occasionally, one or two had the edges of tattoos visible through their shirt collars.

In this kind of situation, there was no way he could escape, even though he couldn't run anymore.

Chen Qian's legs were so weak now, he was scared.

While he was lost in thought, the group he had left behind also caught up. The leader stood beside him, pointed his palm towards the middle of the car queue, made a "please" gesture, and said again calmly: "Mr. Chen, please come in."

Chen Qian resigned himself to his fate and got into one of the Mercedes-Benzes. Two big black men sandwiched him in the middle of the back seat, not sure if they were afraid he would jump out of the car.

"Mr. Chen, our reminder to you is not to try to contact anyone. Mr. Chi hopes that this meeting will start and end quietly."

The man in the suit sitting in the passenger seat still looked solemn and straight ahead, but the words he said made Chen Qian feel a chill down his spine.

Shit, how did he know I was secretly tapping my phone in my pocket, looking for an opportunity to call for help?

After the well-intentioned reminder, silence returned to the car. Everyone looked straight ahead like robots. Chen Qian didn't dare to make any more small movements and could only wait until he got off the car.

The Mercedes-Benz convoy drove for an unknown amount of time. When they passed a familiar-looking road sign, Chen Qian realized that they were leaving the city and heading towards the suburbs.

Anxiety was like an inflating balloon, swelling in my heart.

He was clearly going to leave in two days, but at this critical moment, he was foolishly kidnapped by someone sent by Mr. Chi. If it weren't for today, he wouldn't have realized that he had been living a life of hanging his head to make a living.

Chen Qian had no other thoughts at this moment, he just suddenly felt very sorry for Chen Tian and Chi Mu from the bottom of his heart. No matter how much they tried to persuade him, he just didn't listen.

He wailed silently: "Chen Tian, ​​now I really have to go to the columbarium to listen to your little story about the end of my life, woooo..."