Chapter 1602 - Negotiating Terms with Me?

Chapter 1602: Negotiating Terms with Me?

He Zhichu first brought his orderly and drove a modified large bulletproof Jeep silently towards the imperial capital prison’s detention center.

Normally, the sound of this type of car’s high-powered engine was particularly terrifying. Driving on the road in the middle of the night was like a tank crossing the border.

However, He Zhichu’s modified jeep had a particularly advanced engine. It had already reached the peak in terms of noise elimination.

Driving on the streets of the imperial city in the middle of the night, it was as quiet as a ghost car.

In fact, the model of this batch of cars was called “Ghost”.

“Young Master He, at three o’clock, there’s a lookout car of the other party.”

He Zhichu silently set up a specially made tranquilizer gun and stuck it out from the specially made small hole in the car.

In the crosshair reticle of the smart-controlled far-infrared scope, He Zhichu saw a few motionless red figures lying in ambush in the other party’s car.

With a cold face, he held the gun firmly with his arm and aimed at the person sitting in the driver’s seat and pulled the trigger!

Then, he turned the scope and aimed at the second, third, and fourth person!

Four dull gunshots sounded like bullets piercing through a pile of cotton. The people in the observation car had all been paralyzed by them.

He Zhichu ordered the people following behind to capture the four people in the observation car and bring them back for interrogation. At the same time, they formed a cordon and pushed forward layer by layer, surrounding the detention center.

…

In the detention center, the three men in black who rushed in should have been practicing kung fu. Their hands and feet were light, and their movements were swift. Soon, they began to look for Wen Dayou and Liang Meili in the detention center.

“Lao A, where are they locked up? Don’t we have any information?”

They had searched for a few rounds, but they couldn’t find the room where Wen Dayou and Liang Meili were. One of them had become impatient.

The man called Lao A should be the leader. He said firmly, “They only said that they were sent here. As for where they are locked up…”

He sized up the building complex. “There are only a total of 120 rooms here. Two people are locked up in each room. It’s not difficult to find one room at a time.”

He made a hand gesture. “You, go look for the 40 rooms on the left. You, go look for the 40 rooms on the right. I’ll go look for the 40 rooms in the middle. If you find them, shoot them. Don’t talk nonsense!”

The other two nodded, and they began to split into three directions to look for Wen Dayou and Liang Meili.

After splitting up, they were much more efficient.

Ten minutes later, the person on the left found the room where Wen Dayou and Liang Meili were. He immediately took out the XX key and opened the cell.

After Wen Dayou and Liang Meili were sent here, they were in a bad mood. They didn’t eat or sleep the whole night.

Just as they closed their eyes, they suddenly heard the door creak open.

Wen Dayou opened his eyes and looked at it. He suddenly jumped up from the bed. “Who are you?! What are you doing?!”

That person was dressed in black with a mask on his head. He did not say a word. He raised the silencer-equipped long-handled pistol and aimed at Wen Dayou’s forehead.

Bang!

The sound of the gun was like a dull squib in the prison cell.

Wen Dayou closed his eyes tightly, ready to welcome the arrival of death.

But he did not die. The person who pointed the gun at him fell in front of him.

A taller figure stood at the door holding a long gun.

Wen Dayou was terrified.

Through the lights of the street lamps outside the door, Wen Dayou recognized the figure. It was actually the general He’s only son, He Zhichu!

Wen Dayou and Liang Meili rolled down from the bed with a thud and knelt in front of He Zhichu.

“He… Young Master He…”

The two of them repeatedly kowtowed to beg for forgiveness.

He Zhichu did not have time for them. He dragged the person who had been knocked unconscious by the tranquilizer gun out and turned around to close the door. He used his bluetooth headset to contact his own people.

“Did you catch anyone alive?”

“Young Master He, one of them was injured and escaped. The other one was captured alive. After disarming himself, he bit off the poison hidden in his teeth and consumed it to commit suicide.”

He Zhichu narrowed his eyes. “The tranquilizer gun didn’t work?”

“It doesn’t seem to work on him.”

He Zhichu felt that something was wrong.

The tranquilizer dose in their guns could tranquilize an elephant.

There was actually people in the other party which tranquilizer gun did not work on them?

Right now, the only survivors were the person he caught now and the four people in the observation car.

He felt a little regretful. His intuition told him that the person who escaped should be the leader of the other party’s operation.

Of course, they were not empty-handed.

At the very least, they could confirm that the other party’s operation this time had something to do with Qin Yaoguang’s laboratory.

He Zhichu sent people to search the entire detention center again. After confirming that only three people had entered, he withdrew his troops and returned to the military headquarters.

Wen Dayou and Liang Meili were transferred overnight and locked up in the heavily guarded military prison.

…

Three o’clock in the morning was the most tiring time of the day for a person.

Wen Dayou and Liang Meili had been frightened again and again since yesterday, and they were already exhausted.

Even so, at this time, they could not resist the human body’s biological clock’s persistence and inertia. Their minds were a mess, and they wished they could fall asleep on the spot.

However, they could not sleep.

The two of them sat in the brightly lit interrogation room, trying their best to keep their eyes open. They watched He Zhichu, the young master of the He family, walk in wearing a cold dark green military uniform.

“He… Young Master He…” Wen Dayou’s eyes reddened again, and he hunched his back. “Thank you, Young Master He, for saving my life…”

He did not have to be very smart to think that the person who came in first tonight was here to kill him and Liang Meili.

As for why he wanted to kill him and Liang Meili, he knew it very well.

He Zhichu sat down boldly in front of them with his long legs crossed, and his sparkling peach blossom eyes were as cold as snow.

He held a small silver pistol the size of a palm in his hand and said coldly, “Sit.”

Wen Dayou and Liang Meili sat down on the bench opposite him, trembling.

There was a long table for interrogation between He Zhichu and them. There were papers and pens on it.

Normally, there were special clerks here for interrogation.

However, he Zhichu had interrogated them in the middle of the night and had to keep it a secret, so there were no special clerks.

He Zhichu had already instructed to turn off the surveillance cameras. If he asked questions here, the two of them would write it down themselves and then press their handprints.

“Tell me, who ordered you to kidnap Miss. Gu?” He Zhichu went straight to the point.

Wen Dayou shuddered, lowered his head, and cried bitterly. “Young Master He, Shouyi’s mother and I lost our minds that we did such a wrong thing. We won’t dare to do it again in the future…”

“In the future? Do you still want to have a future?” The corners of He Zhichu’s mouth twitched. “What misunderstanding do you have with the He family? Do you really think that we’re benevolent bodhisattvas and idiots that could be fooled?”

Wen Dayou blinked and carefully raised his head. He glanced at He Zhichu and saw that his expression was indifferent, no different from usual.

Furthermore, he had rushed over to save their lives tonight. It was inevitable that he had an illusion that He Zhichu did value both of them.

Why did he value them?

It was definitely not because of them, but their daughter, Wen Shouyi.

Wen Dayou and Liang Meili both knew that ever since Gu Nianzhi “disappeared,” Wen Shouyi had indeed taken Gu Nianzhi’s place and moved into the He family’s mansion to take care of the sick He Zhichu.

After that, as He Zhichu’s personal secretary, Wen Dayou and Liang Meili followed He Zhichu around the world on business trips. The two of them should still have feelings for each other, right?

Wen Dayou and Liang Meili looked at each other, and quickly said, “No, no. Mr. He and Young Master He are both good people. You have been extremely kind to us. We will never be able to repay your kindness even if we work for them our entire lives. We have done something wrong. Please, Young Master He, for Shouyi’s sake, let us go…”

“Let you go? Why didn’t you let Nianzhi go back then?! She’s only twelve years old! What did you do to her by kidnapping her? !”

Ever since he found out that the culprit who had kidnapped Gu Nianzhi eight years ago was not Gu Xiangwen but Qin Yaoguang, He Zhichu had a bad feeling associating with something in his mind.

This was a possibility that he had never thought of or dared to think of before.

Wen Dayou trembled in fear. “It wasn’t us who wanted to kidnap her! It wasn’t us!”

“Then who was it? !” He Zhichu stood up and propped himself up on the long table. He leaned forward and asked aggressively, “Was it Qin Yaoguang? ! What did she want to kidnap Nianzhi for? ! Tell me!”

Liang Meili mustered up her courage and looked at He Z. “We can tell you, but we have a condition. If you can get engaged to Shouyi, I’ll tell you who asked us to do it.”

“You ae negotiating terms with me?” He Zhichu couldn’t take it anymore. With a loud slap, he slapped Liang Meili off the bench and onto the floor. “Looks like you really misunderstood me.”

Then, he kicked Wen Dayou in the chest.

Wen Dayou cried out in pain and fell to the ground with Liang Meili.

Wen Dayou endured the pain and helped Liang Meili up, only to find that her face was swollen.

Liang Meili tilted her head and spat out a bloody tooth.

Holding her cheek, she looked at He Zhichu, who was full of killing intent, in fear and did not dare to say a word.