These were newly recruited private investigators.
They were skilled and efficient in their work.
If it hadn't been for Jiang Quan being Lin Meng's husband, she wouldn't have had to go to such lengths.
But no matter what, she had to personally interrogate Jiang Quan and find out who the mastermind was.
The car drove towards the destination.
It was early morning, and the roads were deserted. She drove very fast, reaching her destination in half an hour.
However, before Meng Jingwei could get out of the car, a phone call came in.
Meng Jingwei answered the call with her Bluetooth headset, "What is it?"
"It's bad, Jiang Quan has been kidnapped."
The person on the other end said.
As Meng Jingwei was listening, she suddenly saw a car turn the corner and speed towards her with its headlights on.
She was so startled that she immediately swerved the car to the side of the road. A feeling told her that this car was the one that had kidnapped Jiang Quan.
"Is it a black car?"
Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of the car's license plate number. "Is the tail number 73?"
"Yes, yes, yes, how did you know?"
"We just happened to meet."
Meng Jingwei immediately hung up the phone, executed a perfect drift, turned the car around, and sped towards the car in front.
The car in front was going fast, and Meng Jingwei was going even faster.
They continued to chase the car, moving from the wide highway to a small country road, finally stopping at the entrance of a car repair shop.
Meng Jingwei, wearing a baseball cap and carrying an electric baton, got out of the car.
But as she approached the car in front, suddenly, the dark entrance lit up with bright lights, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.
Then, more than a dozen people surrounded her.
"Who are you?" Meng Jingwei, dressed in men's clothing, questioned in a male voice.
"You've been chasing us relentlessly. I'd like to know, who are you?"
The tightly shut door of the car repair shop opened, and a familiar figure emerged.
As cold and arrogant as ever, imperious.
His hands were in the pockets of his trousers, and he stood tall. The light fell on his face, making his handsome features appear even more stunning.
Seeing the familiar person, Meng Jingwei's pupils widened slightly, and she couldn't help but be surprised.
She had made countless guesses as to who would kidnap Jiang Quan, but she never expected it to be... Qing Muye.
Why would he kidnap Jiang Quan?
Could he be the mastermind behind Jiang Quan?
Meng Jingwei immediately dismissed this unlikely thought.
Although Qing Muye's temper was unpredictable, he was not such a despicable and shameless person. Besides, any accident involving her, Meng Jingwei, would only bring negative repercussions to the Qing family.
Negative repercussions?
Thinking of this, she suddenly realized.
It turned out that Qing Muye, while appearing to disregard her affairs and let events unfold, had actually been investigating in secret.
Qing Muye asked Meng Jingwei. Seeing her standing there speechless, holding an electric baton, he seemed to be losing patience.
He lowered his head, pulled out a cigarette from his inner suit pocket, lit it, and then slightly raised his hand holding the cigarette. Song Jun immediately understood his intention.
"Take her down!"
Song Jun commanded.
At his command, the dozen people surrounding Meng Jingwei lunged at her. Seeing their posture, Meng Jingwei was about to shout for them to stop, but they had already charged.
She couldn't afford to care about anything else, gripping the electric baton and swinging it at the man facing her, and with a side kick, she knocked one person down.
The dozen people rushed towards Meng Jingwei, but because the target was too small, it was difficult for them to use their fists and feet effectively, and they could easily injure their own men.
At this moment, the man standing in the light, smoking, narrowed his eyes. He watched the familiar moves of the person in front of him and seemed lost in thought.
Then, a smile curved his lips, still holding the cigarette.
The smile held a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
"Mr. Qing, what are you smiling about?" Song Jun asked, confused by Qing Muye's sudden smile.
"Take this person inside and interrogate her thoroughly."
Qing Sihai ordered Song Jun.
Saying this, he turned and walked to a chair on the side, slowly sat down, and leisurely watched the damned woman battling with more than a dozen people.
Normally not very strong, she showed explosive power today.
Perhaps it was due to her skillful use of the iron rod, or perhaps she had been suppressing many things in her heart recently, but her combat power was off the charts. In just a few moves, she had taken down the people in front of her one by one.
Meng Jingwei stood there, panting, looking at the people lying on the ground, pointing the electric baton at them, "Anyone else want to come?"
"Ow, it hurts so much."
"Her skills are so strong."
"We were careless and underestimated her."
"My head, my head is bleeding."
"My arm, help, my arm hurts..."
Seeing the downed figures groaning on the ground, Meng Jingwei looked indifferent, her gaze shifting to Qing Muye, who was sitting in the chair.
Filled with anger, she walked up to Qing Muye and, with a swift motion, pointed the electric baton directly at his handsome face, "Hand over the person!"
His deep, resonant male voice sounded, and at first glance, there was no discernible change.
On the contrary, her camouflage uniform, paired with black leather shoes and a black baseball cap, with the brim pulled low and a mask, made her look even more dashing and heroic.
Qing Muye ignored Meng Jingwei, flicked the ash off his cigarette, and lazily raised his eyelids, "You're quite skilled. Have you considered joining my ranks?"
Upon hearing his words, Meng Jingwei's lips twitched slightly.
Is he crazy?
She had come to get someone, and he wanted to recruit her!
"Hand over Jiang Quan, or don't blame me for being rude." Meng Jingwei slightly raised the hand holding the electric baton, and the tip of the baton flicked away the cigarette butt in Qing Muye's hand.
The cigarette fell, and the glowing tip formed a deep red arc, then landed on the ground, bounced, and went out.
Qing Muye lowered his gaze to the electric baton in front of him. A faint smile appeared on his face, which was so beautiful it was almost demonic. He raised his hand and gently pushed away the electric baton, "Oh? Is that so? I'd like to know how you plan to be rude."
Meng Jingwei: "..."
She pondered inwardly, perhaps her disguise was too good, and he still hadn't discovered her true identity?
Or did Qing Muye not observe her closely enough to recognize her even when she was standing right in front of him?
"Ah... help me."
Suddenly, a desperate cry erupted from inside the room.
Meng Jingwei frowned. Without further thought, she rushed into the room and pointed at Song Jun, who was beating Jiang Quan, "Let him go!"
Song Jun turned around and saw Meng Jingwei enter first, followed by Qing Muye.
He stopped and stood aside.
Whoosh—
The door of the small repair room slowly lowered. Meng Jingwei turned her head at the sound and knew something was wrong.
She had been careless and had been locked in by him.
"Was it you who instructed Jiang Quan?" Qing Muye asked from behind, feigning ignorance.
Meng Jingwei shook her head, "No. I was entrusted by someone to investigate."
"Oh, really? Since you want to investigate too, why don't we do it together?" Qing Muye suggested.
Meng Jingwei hesitated for a moment, "If I interrogate him, will you let me go after I'm done?"