Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 219 What a vixen!

The car drove slowly on the winding road, and every turn was accompanied by a slight shake of the car body.

On both sides of the path is endless wilderness. The withered yellow grass sways in the breeze. Occasionally a few birds fly by, leaving behind a series of lonely chirping sounds.

Finally, the car slowly drove into a wide and flat concrete road.

Inside the car, the air was mixed with the smell of men's sweat and gasoline, which made Shen Qianhe, who was already feeling unwell, feel a little carsick.

She closed her eyes tightly, but her hands grasped the edge of the seat tightly as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw. Her body leaned weakly on the back of the chair, letting the car carry her forward, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.

Xie Jincheng's figure kept appearing in my mind.

If he knew she was missing, he would go crazy.

When she gets there, she has to think of a solution and can't just sit there and wait for death.

The car drove slowly into the park. It was already late at night and the surroundings were shrouded in thick darkness. Only a few dim street lights barely illuminated the road ahead.

Shen Qianhe was led by an unidentified person through shadows and finally stopped in front of a seemingly inconspicuous small house.

As the door was roughly pushed open, a cold and damp breath hit her in the face, and Shen Qianhe was forced to step into this space that temporarily became her cage.

The black hood was suddenly pulled off by a force, and with this action, Shen Qianhe's long hair instantly spread out and cascaded down like a waterfall.

A few strands of hair fell in front of her eyes, partially blocking her vision.

She reacted quickly and shook her head hard, trying to shake off the messy hair, allowing her vision to penetrate the gaps between the hair and gradually focus on the scene in front of her.

This is a simple but relatively spacious one-bedroom apartment with a few faded paintings hanging on the walls. An old wooden bed occupies a corner of the room, next to it is a simple wardrobe and a small table.

The most gratifying thing is that there is an independent bathroom in the room. Although the facilities are simple, it is clean and tidy, and exudes a faint smell of disinfectant. Compared with the previous environment, it is many times better.

Shen Qianhe looked down at the big silver bracelet on his wrist, thinking that since he had arrived at his destination, he must open the handcuffs.

So she turned around and looked at the man who was escorting her.

His eyes froze at that moment.

The person standing in front of her was actually a girl.

The girl is not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and she exudes a unique aura.

She wore a thick punk smoky makeup, and the eyeliner was wild yet delicate, which complemented her unruly eyes.

She had black lipstick on her lips, and a small lip stud between her lips was shining with silver light, adding a bit of rebelliousness and personality to her.

She was wearing a short denim jacket with the collar half open, revealing the tight black lining underneath.

She paired it with a pair of tight black pants that fit her figure perfectly, highlighting her long and well-proportioned legs.

On her feet were a pair of Martin boots inlaid with densely packed silver rivets, which sparkled silver under the light.

The overall look is that of a bad girl.

The look she gave Shen Qianhe was extremely unfriendly.

Shen Qianhe remembered Shisan Dao's advice and tried to force a smile.

Although the smile looked a little stiff, it tried its best to convey ease and friendliness.

"Hello beautiful lady, could you please help me open the lock? This is really a bit inconvenient."

Shen Qianhe's words were gentle and sincere, and his eyes revealed genuine expectation.

However, the girl's reaction was beyond her expectations.

She stared straight at Shen Qianhe, her words revealing obvious hostility and doubt:

"Are you the woman that Brother Thirteen kidnapped from Hong Kong City?"

Before Shen Qianhe could answer, she glanced at him with contempt, her face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"What a vixen!"

Her tone was filled with anger and disgust, as if Shen Qianhe was her most hated enemy.

After saying this, the girl turned around and left without looking back, leaving Shen Qianhe standing there in a daze.

"Handcuffs...are you confused?"

The girl walked away, leaving Shen Qianhe alone in the room.

She shrugged, sighed, and slowly fell backwards, landing heavily on the relatively clean and tidy small bed.

The softness of the mattress seemed to temporarily relieve her fatigue and anxiety. She closed her eyes and let her body's fatigue and her thoughts sink into sleep.

......

On nights in eastern Myanmar, the moonlight is dim, the stars are hidden, and it seems as if even the sky is shrouded in a thick haze.

In this land intertwined with mines and primeval forests, an isolated office building stands out, looking particularly out of place.

Inside the building, lights were twinkling, and the light in Xie Jincheng's room was still on.

"Captain Mosan? Any news about my wife?"

Xie Jincheng was wearing a well-tailored dark suit with a slightly loose tie. He was holding a cell phone and pacing around the room.

On the other end of the phone, Mo Sang's voice came through the receiver, with a hint of helplessness and apology: "Seventh Master, today we received a tip-off saying that a car drove into the central park tonight, with several women in the car. However, each of them wore a hood, and our people didn't see their faces clearly, so we couldn't tell whether your wife was inside."

"However, according to my judgment, your wife should not be among them, because these women are the piglets they captured, and they should not be mixed with such an important hostage as your wife."

Xie Jincheng's expression became even gloomier after hearing these words, and his already tense facial lines became even stiffer.

He stopped and his tone became unusually stiff. Every word he spoke was like ice chips squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chill that could not be ignored.

"Captain Mosan, I need to reiterate that today is the third day since my wife went missing. Our cooperation is based on mutual trust and common goals. If you fail to use all available resources and go all out to find my wife as agreed before, then all subsequent cooperation will be terminated immediately."

"Seventh Master! Seventh Master..."

Before Mo Sang could finish his words, Xie Jincheng pressed the hang-up button in annoyance.

In the next room, Xiao Heng was also not idle, he was also talking on the phone with someone.

He stood by the window, holding his cell phone in one hand and unconsciously stroking the window frame with the other hand, as if looking for a little comfort.

"Brother, what did Uncle De say? Is there any news about Qianhe?"

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, and said apologetically: "Not yet."

Hearing this, Xiao Heng sighed softly, and the worry between his brows became even more intense.

"What about Qianyu? How has she been these past two days?"

"Qianyu is fine. Aqi has been with her the whole time. She seems to be in a good mood and didn't notice anything unusual."

"That's good."

Xiao Mo's answer made Xiao Heng feel a little relieved, but the heavy stone in his heart still did not fall to the ground.

"Brother, it's getting late. You should get some rest first. Remember to tell me if you have any news about Chizuru."

After saying that, he was ready to hang up the phone.

"Aheng——"

Xiao Mo's voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Heng stopped hanging up the phone, put the phone to his ear again, and asked, "What's wrong, brother? Is there anything else?"

"Oh......"

Xiao Mo seemed to hesitate on the other end of the phone, paused for two seconds, and then spoke softly, his voice full of complicated emotions:

"Nothing, just remember to be safe."

"Okay! Thank you for your concern, brother. I will be careful. You too, take care of yourself."