It makes a creaking sound when you step on it. The old stairs have been in disrepair for a long time and the noise is quite loud.
Someone downstairs suddenly spoke up: "Fatty, how's that woman?"
I thought it was the fat guy going downstairs.
Wen Qiao pursed her lips tightly and made no sound.
"Fatty? Fatty?"
Someone stuck his head out of a room, and Wen Qiao immediately dodged and walked down along the wall.
The man with dreadlocks walked to the stairs and squinted at the person in the dimness, trying to figure out who it was.
With a bang, just when he realized that the person coming down the stairs was not the fat man but their kidnapped, he was about to shout, but Wen Qiao jumped over, covered his mouth, and knocked him unconscious with ease.
The man with dreadlocks collapsed to the ground.
Wen Qiao walked up the stairs and through the doorway, saw people in the house barbecuing, the bright flames shining brightly on Ling Ning's face.
There were several burly men around her, two of them were her personal bodyguards, and the other two were also tall and strong, and were definitely masters.
Wen Qiao clenched the knife in his hand, calculating the probability of winning this battle.
The man with dreadlocks fell silent after he went out, which finally caught Ling Ning's attention.
She slowly stood up, took out a knife, and looked outside with sharp eyes.
"Come out with me."
It was very quiet outside, without any sound at all, so quiet that it was scary, with only the whistling of the northwest wind.
Ling Ning said coldly: "Be careful, she is very powerful."
As soon as she stepped out of the door, a sharp knife flashed past her eyes at lightning speed.
Ling Ning stepped back, and the tip of the knife brushed past her face, causing a stinging pain, and a trickle of blood oozed from the tiny wound.
She stopped and saw Wen Qiao, half submerged in darkness and half in light.
His face was expressionless and cold and murderous.
This girl is really capable. She managed to escape without any help and probably injured her three men.
Ling Ning took a step back, and the four bodyguards stared at the person who had injured their boss.
Wen Qiao leaned against the mottled wall: "Did you inject me with anesthesia?"
Ling Ning did not refute: "So what if it's me?"
"What do you want to do?"
Ling Ning sneered: "What do you want to do? Aren't you asking even though you already know the answer? The master chose you as the heir. If you die, then the heir will naturally be me."
The four bodyguards made strange noises: "Are you scared? If you are, just beg for mercy. Our boss might even spare your life."
Wen Qiao: …
Mental retardation.
Wen Qiao chuckled: "In our country, if you kill someone, you must pay with your life. Don't you know that?"
Ling Ning laughed creepily: "I am not from your country."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and four tall and strong men rushed towards Wen Qiao together...
It was snowing heavily outside the window. There was finally some movement in the villa. Theresa trotted back to the hall and said, "Sir, we found their traces in the neighboring city."
"Leave immediately."
"good."
Fu Nanli, Su Ce and He Xihuai got into their respective cars and headed straight for Sucheng.
Sucheng is eighty kilometers away from Haicheng. Fu Nanli's car was speeding on the highway all the way, and the other two were not much behind.
When they arrived at the old warehouse in the suburbs of Sioux City, they saw a raging fire.
The falling snowflakes looked even more eerie amid the flames.
Fu Nanli's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't even take a step.
"Don't tell me Qiao'er is in this warehouse."
(End of this chapter)