Grace had been following behind Du Ruoxin, calling out to her, but Du Ruoxin seemed not to hear, running faster and faster.
Alas!
Has Sister Xin gone mad?!
Grace couldn't catch up. When she walked out of the airport and saw Du Ruoxin getting into a taxi, she quickly got into another one.
"Master, help me chase that car ahead."
The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator, saying with a sense of shared indignation, "Chasing a mistress?"
"I see a handsome young man in front with a leggy beauty."
Grace: ... Master, you've watched too many romance novels and domineering CEO dramas, haven't you?
Grace didn't answer, only saying, "Help me chase it, thank you."
"Don't worry, I've got this!"
The taxi master took turns left and right, closely following the vehicle Du Ruoxin was in.
Several times, they almost lost it.
But soon, the master, familiar with the streets and alleys, caught up.
Grace saw the car carrying Du Ruoxin drive into a deserted factory and then disappear.
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Du Ruoxin slept for a long time. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a... warehouse?
Around her were only shelves, a simple bed, and a pile of snacks. Nothing else.
Where was she?
Du Ruoxin, holding her dazed head, got out of bed.
"San Tong."
"Wait, Gang!"
"Hahaha, Qing Yi Se Gang Shang Hua!"
"Damn it, you're having a lucky streak today, always Gang Shang Hua?!"
The sounds of several men playing cards and drinking reached Du Ruoxin's ears through the door. She pulled open the door and surveyed the scene before her.
The surroundings were a bit grim: a cement floor, a tin warehouse, instant noodles, ashtrays, an old, worn-out TV. Several thugs with cigarettes in their mouths, explosive hairstyles, wearing t-shirts and ripped jeans, with a long knife beside them, looking like the gangsters from movies in the 1960s and 70s.
Du Ruoxin frowned. What slum was this?
India?
The Middle East, plagued by constant warfare?
Walking out of the inner room, she said, "Take me to your boss."
As soon as the thugs saw her awake, they immediately stood up. "Wait a moment, let me collect the money."
Du Ruoxin: ...
The thug who lost the money: ...
Eyes full of money, aren't you? Be careful the boss beats you up!
The thug who collected the gambling money was beaming. Carrying his long knife, he said, "Follow me."
Du Ruoxin walked along a very long cement road to a two-story house.
It wasn't exactly a mansion. It wasn't even as good as a self-built house in an A-country village. But in this place filled with tin sheds and dilapidated wooden houses, it was considered high-class.
Stepping into the house, Du Ruoxin saw a man covered in gold and silver, with a fleshy face and tattoos, embracing a hot and sexy beauty.
But her gaze quickly fell on the "waiter" opposite the tattooed man.
"Miss Du?" The tattooed man saw Du Ruoxin and became exceptionally enthusiastic. "Come, come, sit."
He pointed to the sofa next to the waiter.
Du Ruoxin strode up to the tattooed man, her expression cold. "Where is Rong Jingyang? I want to see him!"
The tattooed man clicked his tongue. "Don't rush into business so quickly. Shouldn't we get to know each other first? Make friends?"
Who the hell has the mood to make friends with you desperadoes and criminals?
Du Ruoxin's mind was filled with Rong Jingyang's safety. She said anxiously, "What do you want to let him go?"
The tattooed man raised an eyebrow. "Miss Du is truly impatient."
After a pause, he looked up at her, his fierce eyes full of killing intent. "Since that's the case, I'll be direct."
"I want the technology you developed."
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