Chapter 74

"Since that guy can take down so many police officers at once, his skills must be quite formidable. Everyone, follow the plan we made earlier and do some preparatory work just in case." After instructing the group, Monkey turned to the two people beside him and said, "Lao Liù, Huang Mao, you two come over here."

Gāo Yúnliàng looked at the three people climbing up the iron stairs with wide eyes, not knowing why Monkey had also called Huang Mao away.

On this side, the van's door was closed again. A group of people gathered a large pile of scrap metal, tied it with a big iron chain, and used the pulley from the warehouse to lift it and drag it onto the van.

Gāo Yúnliàng followed the iron chain fixed to the building and felt a chill run down his spine. If someone on the upper floor loosened the handle of the iron chain, the hanging object would immediately crush the van, and the people inside would not survive.

Monkey, standing by the iron railing upstairs, suddenly gave a signal to someone below. The person nodded and walked over to Gāo Yúnliàng, patting his shoulder and smiling, "Little Brother Gāo, let's go to the main gate and do some more work to ensure your enemies can't leave once they come."

Gāo Yúnliàng nervously glanced upstairs. Monkey nodded and smiled at him, so he had no choice but to follow the person into the van.

After Gāo Yúnliàng left, Monkey glanced at Huang Mao and said calmly, "Huang Mao, have you confirmed the information I asked you to gather?"

Huang Mao immediately nodded and flattered, "Big Brother, your information is indeed reliable. I have all the details. Gāo Yúnliàng confirmed it himself. The procedures are already completed, and in a week, he will go to the United States for further studies, and his mother will accompany him. By the way, his aunt and cousin are also leaving, as his cousin is also going for further studies."

Monkey raised an eyebrow. If it weren't for the slip of the tongue by Dǒng Jiāyún's card-playing friend, who is also his mistress, Gāo Yúnliàng might have escaped. Their influence doesn't extend to the United States.

"Sending the whole family abroad while he stays in the country to hold a position, this Jiū is preparing a way out for himself! It seems he's not clean either. Hmph! Does Gāo Yúnliàng look like someone going for further studies? He wants to run? Not that easy." Monkey sneered.

Huang Mao also gritted his teeth. He usually relied on Gāo Yúnliàng for food and drink. Now that one of his hands is disabled and Gāo Yúnliàng is about to run away, he has no background to rely on. So he could only cling to Monkey.

Monkey took out his phone and dialed a number, smiling into the receiver, "Xiao Qín, are you playing cards again? Is it convenient to talk now?"

A woman's voice came from the other end, "Everyone, wait a moment, I'll take a call." After a while, she said, "Deadbeat, what are you being so mysterious about?"

Monkey laughed, "I have a question. Can you get Dǒng Jiāyún to meet me?"

"She's playing cards with me right now! What do you want? Are you interested in her?" The woman's voice feigned anger.

"Don't mess around, I'm serious. Continue playing your cards. I'll send Lao Liù to you later. I need your help with something." Monkey hung up without further ado, then pointed at Lao Liù, "Go now with some people. Take some good photos of that Dǒng woman. Remember, do a good job. You should have experience with this."

Lao Liù grinned, "Sure thing!" and turned to go down the stairs, calling a few people to follow him in a car.

Huang Mao looked at Monkey with a sly smile, not knowing what he was planning to have Lao Liù do.

"Run? I'll see how you run!" Monkey lit a cigarette and sneered.

He had drugged the people at Yīngxuě Apartment, mainly to deal with Lín Zǐxián. He wanted to secretly film Gāo Yúnliàng's act of revenge and use it to threaten Qiú Rénzhǎn at a critical moment. However, Lín Zǐxián wasn't there, and he only captured a few women.

He put himself in others' shoes. Although he had made preparations here, he didn't think Lín Zǐxián would take risks for a few unrelated women. So he needed a backup plan, to get more information from Dǒng Jiāyún...

After driving back to Yīngxuě Apartment, Lín Zǐxián got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth. He pushed the gate open and squinted in the darkness. He noticed the iron gate was slightly ajar, and the entire apartment was pitch black, with no lights on.

He knew the habits of the people at Yīngxuě Apartment. It was still early, and they wouldn't all be asleep this early.

However, his sharp intuition didn't detect any danger. He still extinguished the cigarette and put it in his pocket, then walked in quietly.

He moved along the wall in the darkness, climbed up to the second floor, and then to the third floor, entering the living room. He held a few fine needles in his hand, ears alert to any sound, and slowly approached his room. His room door was never locked.

Using the faint light from a distant high-rise, he saw the bedcovers were in disarray, and the sheets were even pulled up. The wardrobe door was also open, clearly indicating someone had been in his room, and it seemed they had searched it.

He knew that if the people at Yīngxuě Apartment had been involved, they would have tidied up. They wouldn't leave it in a mess.

He listened intently for a while, focusing his attention to the limit. If anyone was hiding in the room, even the slightest breath would not escape his ears.

After a time longer than the limit of a person's breath-holding, he heard no breathing. Confirming no one was in the room, he quickly moved to the stairs, leaped down to the first floor, and then hid at the corner leading to the living room.

He took the cigarette butt from his pocket, crushed it into a small ball, and flicked it at the wall three meters away.

The light switch clicked, and the living room lit up, but there was no movement.

Lín Zǐxián then walked out silently, his eyes scanning the room. He saw a chair overturned in the dining room, and the table still had leftover food. Overall, it wasn't messy, but the overturned chair was clearly out of place.

He picked up a chopstick, dipped it in the soup, sniffed it, and tasted it slightly. His eyes flashed with anger, and he spat out the food, saying, "It's actually a sedative. I thought it was a high-level expert, but it turns out to be some low-level scum."

At that moment, a phone on the table rang. Lín Zǐxián picked it up, shook it slightly to ensure there were no foreign objects, and saw an unfamiliar number. He answered calmly, "Who are you?"

A light, unfamiliar voice came from the receiver, "Who we are doesn't matter. But your people are in our hands. Do you want to know where they are?"

Lín Zǐxián looked up at the light in the living room, then quickly ran up the stairs, leaping to the rooftop. As he walked to the terrace, he replied, "I don't understand what you mean."

As soon as he said that, he was already on the roof, scanning the surroundings.

The voice cackled, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Tell me, are you Lín Zǐxián?"

"No!" Lín Zǐxián denied it outright, then hung up and quickly redialed the number.

From a nearby old house, a faint ringtone, "A cup of erguotou, making my eyes water..." could be heard. If one's hearing wasn't good, they might not hear it. The phone's screen was also faintly visible.

Lín Zǐxián hung up again, and the ringtone stopped immediately.

He immediately moved swiftly, running from the roof to the next building, and quickly approached the target old house. He leaped up, like a bat in the night, and shot into the window.

In the darkness, two people were standing. One was holding a phone, surprised, "He hung up, then called back, and hung up again. What does this mean?"

Before he could finish, a dark figure rushed in. Before they could react, both were hit in the chest, and the sound of their ribs breaking echoed. They both screamed and fell to the ground.

In the darkness, Lín Zǐxián lit a cigarette, and the firelight revealed a faint smile on his face. As the lighter went out, he kicked out, and someone screamed again, their hand breaking as they tried to draw a gun.

"Best be honest. With your low-level tricks, you dare to show off in front of me? That's a bit too childish." Lín Zǐxián sneered, glancing back at the direction of Yīngxuě Apartment, where the living room light was still on.

Given his experience, these small tricks were nothing to him.

When he turned on the light in the living room and received the call, he immediately knew someone was secretly monitoring Yīngxuě Apartment, waiting for him to return and answer the phone. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so coincidental that the light turned on, and the call came immediately.

He knew the area well, having cycled around it many times. He always familiarized himself with the surroundings. This was an old neighborhood, with houses packed closely together. From a distance, one couldn't see the lights of Yīngxuě Apartment, especially with the walls blocking the view. So he quickly deduced that the caller was nearby and reacted swiftly.