Cheng Ji was in a dilemma.
Family affairs should be resolved by oneself. He didn't want to escalate the situation and put the blame on Qi Beisong, especially since he didn't know the nature of the matter and why it happened.
He had no choice but to find a secluded place to sit down and think about countermeasures. His heart was divided into two anxious halves, one half was paying attention to Mao Xiaowei, and the other half was worried about Qi Beisong.
Mao Xiaowei's place was very lively. Two groups of vulgar and face-conscious guests were fighting over a hostess, like black-eyed chickens, and Mao Xiaowei was caught in the middle.
Later, the situation became more and more chaotic, with a large number of security guards breaking in and the bar becoming a mess.
There is no better opportunity than today. After all, Shuiyue Villa is a high-end place, and there are not always people causing trouble in the bar. If everything is in order tomorrow, there will be no way to take advantage of the situation.
Manager Zhou said that without his leadership, Cheng Ji couldn't even touch Mao Xiaowei's heels. There may be some exaggeration in this, but it is basically true.
Now that Mao Xiaowei has not been alone for a long time and Qi Beisong is on the way, Cheng Ji has no chance to take action.
He was hesitant but reluctant to leave, so he waited for five more minutes hoping for a lucky break. Finally, he gave up, stood up and prepared to exit the same way he came, and then reunited with Lao Geng and went down the mountain.
If they are lucky, they will be able to leave before Qi Beisong arrives, or block him halfway. Then they can use the excuse that Lao Geng likes to drink and accompany him to the bar.
-Of course this lie was extremely clumsy. With his and Lao Geng's financial strength, they couldn't even enter Shuigou Villa, let alone Shuiyue Villa.
Just as he took a step forward, Mao Xiaowei was punched in the face by one of the parties involved in the dispute, and his nose bled!
Mao Xiaowei was also a manager, and he usually dealt with all kinds of high-rollers who spent money like water. He probably had rarely been insulted like this. If he hadn't been stopped by the security guards nearby, he might have fought back.
He asked his men to get him some tissues, but when they were slow to react, he started cursing at them, not even asking for the tissues, and went to the bathroom to wash himself.
Cheng Ji followed immediately. He had already decided on the next plan - to solve the problem before Qi Beisong arrived. In the world of martial arts, the only way to be defeated is to be fast!
He wanted to bet with Qi Beisong on speed. Although it was late at night and the roads were empty, both Qi Beisong's company and home were at least thirty minutes' drive from Shuiyue Villa, so he should still have time.
The narrow employee passage was packed with people, all of whom were stretching their heads to watch the excitement. Although Cheng Ji was a stranger, he did not attract attention in this chaotic occasion. Mao Xiaowei was so angry that he felt dizzy and did not notice that someone was following him.
Mao Xiaowei entered the staff restroom. There was a lazy waiter hiding inside. After he scolded him, he ran away in a hurry.
Cheng Ji followed him in and put on a hood. The spring door of the bathroom closed behind him and he locked it.
Mao Xiaowei looked embarrassed. He turned on the faucet and was about to wash his face when he suddenly noticed someone. He immediately said in a bad tone, "Get out!"
In order to avoid his suspicion, Cheng Ji turned his back and said, "This is a public restroom."
But Mao Xiaowei was beaten up and was furious. He only looked at his own wounds and didn't even look at him: "Get out! Look at you, you idiot!"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Mao Xiaowei lowered his head to wash the blood and asked angrily, "Are you new here?"
Cheng Ji said, “Yeah.”
Mao Xiaowei cursed impatiently: "Fuck, how can you be so clueless! Who is your supervisor? Don't work here anymore! Get out of here! What...what are you wearing on your head? A facekini?"
"This is called an anti-terrorism police hood. You haven't cleaned the blood from your nose." Cheng Ji said as he put his hand in his pocket, but what he pulled out was not a tissue, but a rope.
He folded the rope in half, then folded it in half again, grabbed both ends and quickly put it around Mao Xiaowei's neck, pulling him down and pressing him to the ground.
"Can you guess where I come from?" he asked in a low voice.
Mao Xiaowei was scared out of his wits. He had done a lot of bad things, but because he had someone protecting him from above, not many people dared to touch him.
When he came to his senses, he began to scream: "Help!!!"
Cheng Ji quickly covered his mouth: "Shh, don't shout, I just want to ask you something!"
But Mao Xiaowei actually bit someone. Cheng Ji withdrew his hand in pain, and Mao Xiaowei continued to scream: "Help! Murder!!!"
"… "
There was no other choice, so Cheng Ji reached into his pocket again, and this time he took out brass knuckles.
He punched Mao Xiaowei in the jaw, then knocked him out with several consecutive punches, then dragged him out of the window.
Outside the window was a mixed forest and a small cliff with a drop of about seven or eight meters. Mao Xiaowei rolled down the steep slope and fell unconsciously into the weeds covered with residual snow.
Cheng Ji carefully unlocked the bathroom door to avoid being noticed, then walked to the window and jumped down.
He first checked Mao Xiaowei's personal belongings and found no guns or knives.
Then he took out Mao Xiaowei's mobile phone, removed the SIM card and restarted it. Finally, he slapped Mao Xiaowei to wake him up, which was really a cruel way to break his jaw.
Mao Xiaowei was nearly frightened to death by him and scratched the ground in pain.
Cheng Ji advised him to stay calm and not to damage his temporomandibular joint, which also includes his shoulder joint. He pointed to the light above his head and said, "If your jaw falls off, it won't affect your climbing. But if your shoulder falls off, you'll have to wait for someone to rescue you. Who do you think will come to rescue you?"
No one would come, Mao Xiaowei quickly realized this, and his expression was like the oil painting shouting against the bloody background.
"If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you."
Cheng Ji curled his lips and threw the phone to him: "Type. I'm asking you a question. If you don't answer well, you'll get beaten. If you lie, you'll get beaten too."
Mao Xiaowei had completely lost his previous domineering attitude. His hands were shaking like a sieve and he couldn't even hold the phone.
Cheng Ji asked: "Do you know Chen Jie?"
Mao Xiaowei actually shook his head.
Cheng Ji said, “Ah?”
He repeated: "Chen Jie."
Mao Xiaowei still shook his head, saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Cheng Ji's mind moved, and he asked again: "Then do you know Shen Zimo?"
Shen Zimo used to work at the Shuiyue Villa bar, and the day he met Cheng Ji was his first day at work.
Mao Xiaowei thought for a while, then shook his head. His posture was a bit like a watering can, dripping. Cheng Ji quickly avoided it.
He didn't know this one, and he didn't know that one either. Cheng Ji almost suspected that Manager Zhou had wrongly accused a good person.
Cheng Ji took several photos of Chen Guangjun and showed them to Mao Xiaowei. Unfortunately, Chen Guangjun had a skull fracture and was beaten. His face was swollen and his eyes were closed. He no longer looked like he did before.
"He's your security guard." Cheng Ji said, "You kidnapped him yesterday, and then he became like this. Do you remember now?"
Mao Xiaowei finally couldn't pretend anymore.
Cheng Ji asked sarcastically, "Oh, you remembered it?"
Mao Xiaowei opened his mouth and typed on his mobile phone: Is he dead
"Dead." Cheng Ji said deliberately, "You beat him to death."
Mao Xiaowei was so frightened that he almost fainted, and typed tremblingly: It has nothing to do with me.
Cheng Jizhen was really annoyed and slapped his face with a dagger: "Nothing to do with it? Haha, you are so good at denying it. You beat someone up like this and you just say 'nothing to do with it'? How about I cut off one of your ears?"
He did what he said and started cutting!
He is famous for his speed. Currently, only Zhao Jiarui or Lei Jing can control him. No one else can even think about it.
Even though Mao Xiaowei tried his best to dodge, he was still cut on the face. It wasn't deep, but blood gushed out.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll put a cross on your face," Cheng Ji said, "It means you've failed as a human being and need to be retrained."
Mao Xiaowei's face was full of tears, his body and hands were shaking, and the screen of his mobile phone was full of typos. Fortunately, Cheng Ji could understand what he meant.
He read in a straightforward manner on the screen: "Please forgive me, I have no choice."
He thought about it and shook his head: "No, because I am the cousin of that security guard. Next time you do something bad, think more about the consequences!"
Mao Xiaowei was frightened again and typed: I will pay the money.
Cheng Ji said, "Of course you have to pay the money, but why did you beat him to death? He was raised by his parents, how could you have the heart to do that to him?"
He said "you guys" instead of "you" because he realized that the people who beat Chen Guangjun were not Mao Xiaowei himself, but accomplices, because Chen Guangjun was strong and Mao Xiaowei was thin, so they were not equal in terms of body shape.
He grabbed Mao Xiaowei by the collar and pretended to stab him with the knife.
Mao Xiaowei knew that his life was in the hands of the guy in front of him. He first waved his hands frantically, and then knelt down and bowed.
"Then tell the truth!" Cheng Ji growled.
Mao Xiaowei types: He saw it.
"What do you see?"
Mao Xiaowei: I’m a pimp.
“…” Cheng Ji didn’t believe it.
Pimping is not a good thing, but it is actually quite common. Isn't it just matchmaking to let men and women or men have improper relationships? Considering the nature of Mao Xiaowei's job, which involves frequent drinking and partying, it would be strange if he wasn't a pimp!
Cheng Ji thought, you really take me for a fool!
He nonchalantly played with the dagger and said, "I am here to seek justice. I will replicate the injuries my cousin suffered on you. Now I will stab your spleen, because my cousin has lost his spleen. Besides, my cousin was left outside in the dead of winter to die. I will also throw you in the underworld and send you to hell. He can teach you a lesson himself!"
Mao Xiaowei clasped his hands together and kowtowed for mercy.
His mouth was extremely numb and his ankle was injured when he rolled down the slope. He didn't know whether the bones were broken or not. He was only wearing a thin suit without even a sweater. If he was trapped in this snow pit in the mountains and frozen for a night, he would surely die!
"Go ahead, tell the truth."
Of course Cheng Ji wouldn't really stab him, he was just trying to scare him, but at this moment his cell phone vibrated again.
"… "
There would be no one else. Cheng Ji felt very annoyed, but he had to answer the call. He had no choice but to hit Mao Xiaowei with the handle of the dagger, then answered the call and asked, "Hmm?"
Qi Beisong asked: "Where are you?"
"... outside." Cheng Ji said.
Qi Beisong asked: "Which one is outside?"
"Outside is...outside."
Mao Xiaowei whimpered, and Qi Beisong asked, "Is there anyone beside you?"
Cheng Ji covered the microphone, turned around and kicked Mao Xiaowei, then answered: "No, it was the wind."
Qi Beisong said: "There is not much wind today."
Mao Xiaowei didn't learn his lesson and kept whining, although he couldn't utter complete syllables.
"It's windy." Cheng Ji knelt on the back of Mao Xiaowei's head.
Mao Xiaowei was skinny and shriveled, and was almost suffocated when he was pressed into the snow pile by him.
Qi Beisong asked: "Where are you?"
Cheng Ji said: "You... Hey, why do you always control me? Can't you let me be alone for a while? I need my own private space too!"
Qi Beisong said: "No."
Cheng Ji asked back: "Where are you again?"
He wanted to estimate the distance and hoped to leave before Qi Beisong arrived.
"I'm outside too." Qi Beisong answered cunningly.
Cheng Ji said unhappily: "I'm hanging up!"
"Don't hang up." Qi Beisong said, "Let's set a meeting point. You go to room 388 now, and I'll go there too..."
"Okay, let's go!" Cheng Ji hung up the phone before he could finish.
He pulled Mao Xiaowei out of the snow pile covered with dead leaves and said angrily, "I'm not going! That private room is where he used to have sex with people. If I go there, who am I?"
Mao Xiaowei had no power to fight back and closed his eyes tightly waiting for the fist to fall.
But Cheng Ji didn't hit him because he hadn't finished asking the question.
Cheng Ji picked up the snow on the ground, wiped the blood off Mao Xiaowei's face, observed for a moment in the dim light from above, and said irritably: "There's no time, I have to go. It's so fucking infuriating, meddling in my affairs, I can't get anything done!"
In the second half of the sentence he was scolding Qi Beisong, his tone full of resentment.
He asked Mao Xiaowei: "Do you want to die or live?"
Of course Mao Xiaowei wanted to live. It was too unfair for him to die in his own workplace during working hours! The employee restroom was more than ten meters away, but Cheng Ji had no way to prevent him from climbing up there for the rest of his life!
Cheng Ji said: "If you want to live, wait in this pit. I will come back to find you after I deal with that person. Don't try to be clever and run away. I can find you wherever you hide!"
Mao Xiaowei was so scared of this plague god that he nodded desperately without even hearing what he said.
Cheng Ji clenched his fist and said, "I took your SIM card. By the way, you can't call 110 without a SIM card. I've tried it."
Mao Xiaowei hurriedly grabbed him and indicated that his temporomandibular joint was still dislocated.
Cheng Ji spat: "Don't push your luck. Go to the hospital and see a doctor. I can remove it but I can't put it on!"
Mao Xiaowei quickly withdrew his hand and thanked him for not killing him.
Cheng Ji was climbing up the slope angrily, his ambition unfulfilled. Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated again. He was furious and wanted to throw away the few inches long and wide junk!
Is there anyone who is chasing me so closely? Why don't you just tie me up with your belt
Seeing the top of the slope was just above him, he reached out to grab it, but he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was not snow, frozen soil and dead grass, but another hand.
Qi Beisong grabbed his wrist, pulled him up, and pulled off the hood!
"Hey, isn't this my baby? You're so wild outside here!" Qi Beisong said, holding up the mobile phone, and the lit screen showed that it was dialing.
Cheng Ji finally understood why he kept making calls. It was to locate the person more accurately! This bastard!
"Don't you want to explain?" Qi Beisong frowned his handsome eyebrows, his figure looming over him, holding a hood in his hand.
"..." Cheng Ji asked, "How did you find this place?"
"Same as you," Qi Beisong said, "climbing through the window. But I had someone to lead the way, so I didn't waste any time."
Manager Zhou was standing in the weeds more than ten meters behind him, holding a small flashlight, with his shoulders hunched, looking unlucky.
“…” Cheng Ji became even more frustrated.
Manager Zhou seemed to know what he was thinking and quickly spoke to prove that he had not teamed up with Qi Beisong from the beginning.
"Eh? Cheng Cheng? It's really you! I haven't seen you for so many days, why didn't you say hello to me when you returned to Shuiyue Villa?"
Manager Zhou's tone was surprised and enthusiastic. "Mr. Qi just suddenly asked me to help him find you. I thought he was joking! Hahaha! Why did you run out into the wilderness? Although this place is still within the scope of Shuiyue Villa, it is really desolate. There may be stray dogs or something. It's very dangerous!"
Cheng Ji also laughed awkwardly, hahaha, long time no see, how are you
Manager Zhou said, "Okay, okay, are you studying well?"
Qi Beisong didn't smile at all and asked, "Who is down the slope?"
The lie was too crude to fool him.
His eyes glanced at Cheng Ji and Manager Zhou in turn, then at Mao Xiaowei who was still struggling in the pit, and finally locked onto Cheng Ji's face.
"Perform." Qi Beisong said, "Why don't you perform?"