Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

Chapter 113 Gangster Affair 50

While the two were suffering, there were also people who were worried about their loss of contact.

In the Happy Bar, Shen Xiaoxiao and Wang Xi called all the phone numbers they could, but there was still no news from the two.

Wang Xi looked at the empty office and had to prepare for the worst. "It's been a day. Do you think something has happened to them?"

Shen Xiaoxiao pursed her lips. She had a feeling that this matter might be related to the necklace, but Brother Su asked her to keep it a secret before he left. If she had known earlier, she should have asked where he was going. It would have been better than worrying about it now.

After thinking about it, she concealed her annoyance and made a decision: "I have discussed it with Master Li. If we still can't contact Brother Zhengyang and Brother Su before 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, then we will call the police directly!"

Wang Xi nodded. This was the only way for now.

Just as the two finished their discussion, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

A group of men in black rushed in and automatically stood in two rows. Then a tall man walked in. It was Wei Qingming who came to call for an explanation.

He was wearing a high-end suit and glanced at the two of them casually, "Where is Ziyu?"

Shen Xiaoxiao had never seen Wei Qingming, but seeing the other party's behavior, she guessed something. She asked curiously and cautiously, "Are you Wei Qingming?"

Hearing her calling this person by his full name, Wang Xi's heart immediately skipped a beat. He had been following the young gang leader and knew a little about his temper. He was not an easy person to get along with.

Seeing the other party's face darken, Wang Xi quickly stepped forward and replied, "Mr. Wei, to be honest, we haven't been able to contact the young leader for a day."

Hearing this, Wei Qingming, who had originally wanted to use the fact that the other party didn't answer the phone as an excuse to seek some small benefits, suddenly became fierce, "What did you say?"

He glanced over and the bodyguards immediately searched everywhere for people. When they found no trace of him, he turned around and left without stopping.

Back in the car, Wei Qingming ordered someone to investigate.

He himself did not sleep all night.

When it was almost dawn, the mobile phone on the coffee table received an anonymous text message - someone was in Yang Er's new factory.

Wei Qingming stared at the text message with an unclear expression, drank the cold coffee on the table in one gulp, and shouted outside: "Someone come!"

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There were intermittent noises coming from the factory.

Su Ziyu tried to suppress his nausea and kept shouting for help.

Su Ziyu's voice was almost hoarse after not eating for a whole day and night, but he didn't dare to stop because Bai Zhengyang was in a coma and needed to be sent to the hospital urgently.

When he was about to despair, there was finally movement from behind the tightly closed door.

"What are you doing? Are you going to let me sleep?"

With messy hair, Mu Yun kicked off his slippers and came in with an irritable mood. He looked at him gloomily, "You'd better confess, otherwise..."

Su Zi wanted to interrupt him, his voice was hoarse and weak, "Call an ambulance quickly, he has been unconscious for three hours."

Mu Yun looked at him coldly for a few seconds, turned around and went out. Not long after, he came back with a pack of antipyretic pills. He roughly stuffed two pills into his mouth and pinched his chin to force him to swallow them.

He had seen many intrigues and deceptions, so he looked up to this selfless fool, but he said sarcastically, "You really have a deep brotherly love. You are almost confused, and you still care about the life and death of others?"

Su Ziyu was forced to swallow the pills and reiterated: "Send him to the doctor, I will give you the things."

This is the only bargaining chip he has.

Mu Yun raised an eyebrow, "You are a hostage now."

The implication is that Su Ziyu is not qualified to negotiate terms with him.

Su Ziyu stared at him without saying a word. Mu Yun was not afraid at first, but a few seconds later, his eyes narrowed and he suddenly grabbed his jaw, "If you want to die, it's not that easy."

Su Zi's jaw was cut off, blood dripped down and stained his clothes, he was in a state of embarrassment but refused to admit defeat, "Save him... I will die..."

Although he couldn't speak clearly, Mu Yun could sense his determination. He held the knife and swung it a few times, and the rope was cut. Su Ziyu was exhausted and fell to the ground in an instant.

Mu Yun took the opportunity to throw the man who had only taken two pills of the fever-reducing medicine over to him, and said with a half-smile as if watching a play: "If you have the ability, treat him. Whether he lives or not depends on fate."

Su Zi wanted to hold the antipyretic medicine tightly and crawled towards Bai Zhengyang with great effort.

He had no intention of dying, he was just betting that Mu Yun would not let himself die if he couldn't get the things, and sure enough, he won the bet.

Bai Zhengyang's cheeks were pale and his brows were furrowed. Su Ziyu did not dare to delay and first stuffed antipyretic medicine into his mouth. Then he checked the injury on his leg and found that the bone was really broken. He picked up two sticks and tore his clothes to make a simple tie.

After doing all this, Su Ziyu was already at the end of his strength. He looked like he had been fished out of the water, and his complexion looked even worse than that of the unconscious Bai Zhengyang.

Mu Yun folded his arms across his chest and watched everything coldly.

To be honest, he was a little envious of the half-dead guy on the ground. At least someone really cared about his life or death. If it weren't for the opposing positions at the moment...

At this moment, a slight sound came from outside. It was not very obvious, but Mu Yun, who had been living on the tip of a knife for many years, became alert instantly.

Just as I was about to go out to check, the door was pushed open.

The person who came was Yang Er.

Mu Yun's tense body relaxed, and he bowed his head and said respectfully, "Boss."

Yang Er didn't look at him, his eyes fell on the embarrassed Su Ziyu. He had a nightmare all night with a sharp knife hanging over his head. When he woke up, he couldn't wait to come here in person. His Zhongshan suit didn't fit in here. "My dear nephew, you should know the current situation. Hand over the things, and your second uncle will send you abroad."

Finally, he added, "It's not impossible for you to take this little policeman with you if you want."

Su Ziyu was too tired to deal with Yang Er's false feelings. He slumped down beside Bai Zhengyang's legs with drooping eyelids. "Second Uncle, I don't know what you want."

"Playing dumb?" A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Yang Er's face, and he walked up to him, "My dear nephew, don't refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. Do you think I can do nothing if you don't tell me? That old man Wang Maiyong is in my hands. If you don't want him to die, tell him now."

Su Zi wanted to remain unmoved.

Seeing that he couldn't threaten him, Yang Er gave Mu Yun a look, and Mu Yun immediately held Bai Zhengyang hostage with a dagger, "Tell me, or I'll kill him now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Zhengyang woke up.

His head was still dizzy, but he was conscious. The moment he saw Yang Er, he rushed to hit the blade with his neck. Fortunately, Mu Yun was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and only slightly scratched the skin, otherwise he would have been bloody on the spot.

"Ayang, don't..."

When you die, there is nothing.

Su Ziyu was shocked and frightened. His stomach, which had been aching slightly, hurt even more. He held his stomach tightly with his hands, trying not to vomit. He thought that he should not have swallowed the key secretly in the first place, which resulted in him being unable to vomit it out or digest it.

The scene was at a stalemate.

Until the person guarding the door suddenly broke in and whispered something in Yang Er's ear. Yang Er's face immediately turned sour, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Take them and retreat."