After bankruptcy, I was pampered by the boss

Chapter 94 The body is taken away

Wen Mao had someone pay attention to the internal accounts of the Phoenix Club some time ago. The informant watched it for a long time and found out that it was also related to City S.

His subordinates sent a message saying that Peng Jiali had left home two hours ago. After all, the other party was not a fool and would not cause trouble in a place where someone else was hosting.

He and Xing Yuanlai could also conceal their meeting in a more appropriate way.

The banquet was already half over. At that time, Yi Zongyu was leaning on the floor-to-ceiling glass window on the terrace with one hand and smoking. Next to him stood a new business elite, who talked about Wanxie's latest patent contract transfer from time to time.

Han Ning's expression was no different from usual when he came, but Yi Zongyu could tell something was wrong at a glance.

He signaled the upstart to excuse himself and walked out of the banquet venue with Han Ning, one after the other.

"What's wrong."

"Something's wrong." Han Ning whispered.

"Peng Jiali is not here. Peng Jihua is meeting with Xing Yuan now."

It was obvious that Peng Jihua and Xing Yuan would only stay at the meeting level. It didn't mean anything that Peng Jiali didn't come to such a good opportunity tonight. Yi Zongyu subconsciously thought of Yu Jing.

"Where's Wen Mao?"

"We have completely lost contact with Wen Mao."

Yi Zongyou's face darkened, "Return to Beijing."

Han Ning followed him out, "Before I came here, I had already booked the nearest flight, which will be in half an hour."

He always planned ahead, but Yi Zongyu had no time to think about that.

No matter it was a sleight of hand or a diversion, the purpose was to target Yu Jing.

He now hated himself a little. He hated himself for not hiding Yu Jing from the beginning. He hated himself for being too ostentatious and not holding Yu Jing tightly in his hands.

Judging from the fact that Wen Maoneng lost contact, what happened tonight must have been serious. The more anxious he was, the calmer his expression became.

Yuehu Garden is not as good as Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, so it is really a good opportunity to take action.

When it comes to calculating against people, Peng Jiali is sometimes unexpectedly better.

On the way to the airport, Yi Zongyu contacted Fu Siyin. With just a few words, the other party would make arrangements.

His heart was hanging in the air, as if it was only hung by a silk thread. In this state, Yi Zongyu's mind had calmed down and he began to sort out his thoughts.

The place where Yu Jing might have been taken - no need to call, the phone must be turned off, there is not a single message, sort out the reasons why Wen Mao and the bodyguards arranged in Yuehu lost contact.

It’s not likely, but Wen Mao had a gun on him.

The weather in Beijing in late spring is unpredictable.

At this time, thick clouds were rolling, strong winds were shaking the trees violently, the night air was filled with humidity, and the city was holding back from a heavy rain.

Yu Jing felt a tingling pain at the back of his head. He groaned and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch it.

I couldn't move, my hands and feet were tied tightly. I didn't know what room this was, there was no light, it was very dark.

When he regained consciousness slowly, he realized that there was a black cloth covering his eyes, so everything he saw was pitch black.

The toilet in Yuehu Garden is located at the end of the corridor. Yu Jing got up in a daze in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. He was not very scared at first, but he always thought of the legend of the female ghost told by Chen Ce.

I had no choice but to disturb the person who started it.

The reputation of being the group darling of dormitory 525 is well-deserved. After he pushed Chen Ce awake, the other party just complained and accompanied him to the toilet in an unconscious state.

It's no wonder that Yu Jing is timid. When it gets to the early morning in the garden, even the branches stretch out like monsters with arms. It's dark everywhere, but there is a dim light on at the door of the toilet.

The cool breeze is very creepy.

Chen Ce leaned against the door with half his eyes closed and waited. He heard a sound behind him. His head was still confused, but he subconsciously turned around to look.

It seemed that several people were fighting each other, but it was too dark to see clearly.

"Fuck..."

Before the person could call for help, his mouth and nose were covered and a tube of liquid was injected into him at an extremely fast speed.

He subconsciously tried to break free but it was too late. The sound of fighting in his ears was very dull, as if both sides were suppressing themselves for fear of alarming anyone.

boom--

The sound of the silenced gun rang several times before it stopped.

It didn't take more than ten minutes.

A low male voice uttered a curse word.

"Waste? We are so short of people?"

"That Wen guy was shot and can't run far. Send someone to catch him and kill him. The higher-ups want his life."

"Take the body away."

"Master Peng said he only wanted Yu Jing, but what about this other one?"

"Together."

These were the last few words Yu Jing heard before he lost consciousness. The guilt in his heart was greater than the fear.

He implicated Chen Ce.

Yu Jing knew that he had a lot of bodyguards around him, so even if he went to the toilet alone, there would be someone protecting him secretly.

But how could he be so confused that he had to call Chen Ce to join in?

Unable to catch anything in his sight, Yu Jing swallowed and probed softly.

"Chen Ce, are you there?"

No one responded.

The corners of his mouth drooped a little, and he sighed inwardly, feeling worried. The two people probably weren't locked up together.

Yi Zongyu should still be attending a banquet in S City. I don’t know if he is in danger. Before he fainted, he heard him mention that Wen Mao was shot. He was wondering how serious his injury was and whether he had been caught.

I even started to worry that the row of wind chimes would be damaged and wasted by tonight's rain.

Yu Jing is like this. He is always worried and guilty, and never considers his own situation.

He really didn't know when it started.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore. The back of his head is still swollen and painful, almost obscuring all his consciousness and thinking.

It must be that he was thrown to the ground and hit when he fainted. It’s quite sad to think about it.

Yu Jing only had one head, and the front was injured and then the back was injured.

It's like he's too stupid and slow.

About ten minutes later, the lock on the door clicked.

Yu Jing was not really a fool. He quickly lay back on the ground and continued to pretend to be dead.

There were unhurried footsteps on the floor, but they were not moving towards him. It seemed that someone was sitting on a sofa, which was similar to a leather sofa, and it sank with a leather sound.

"Why aren't you awake yet?" Peng Jiali's voice.

"The drug should be taking effect soon."

"I have to thank you for this." Peng Jiali smiled, "It's different with a gun."

The man also smiled, "Mr. Xing ordered this, I am grateful to you."

Peng Jiali was used to compliments, and he glanced sideways in the direction where Yu Jing was lying.

"You really want to step on people's weaknesses. I heard that Yi Zongyou returned to Beijing two hours ago?"

"What can we do if we come back?" The man pointed upwards, "Mr. Xing is up there."

"Has Wen Mao dealt with it?"

"They were thrown into the river north of the city, weighed down with rocks. I don't think we'll even find the body."

The prosthesis under his black trousers was cold, and Peng Jiali's hoarse voice was almost sick.

"We can't touch Yi Zongyou, and who is Wen Mao?"

"Yes." The man continued to compliment, "What are you going to do with the student you brought with you?"

Peng Jiali lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and spoke after a while.

"bring it here."

"Ok."

The door closed again.

Peng Jiali's footsteps were approaching, alternating between deep and shallow. Yu Jing would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. His hands and feet were tied and his eyes were blindfolded.