Half an hour later, Jiang Kexin stood at the entrance of Lingxiao Manor, staring at the tightly closed iron gate with its elaborate carvings, overwhelmed with a myriad of feelings.
She suddenly realized that seeking help in Chicheng this time was likely not going to go smoothly.
Thereupon, Jiang Kexin took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. However, after a minute passed, no one inside responded to her. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI★Fire.net
So she tried to call Leng Lingxiao again, but still, no one answered. With no other option, Jiang Kexin chose to continue pressing the doorbell.
The sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, casting its light upon Jiang Kexin. She looked up at the blue sky overhead, filled with anxiety and her self-esteem severely dented, even beginning to doubt whether she had come to the wrong place and should have gone to Jin City to look for Li Zishen instead.
Time ticked by second by second, and Jiang Kexin pressed the doorbell again. Just when she was about to fall into despair, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.
A tall security guard appeared at the side entrance, looking at her coldly.
"Miss, may I help you?"
Jiang Kexin was slightly stunned, then quickly regained her composure and walked towards the security guard with a smile.
"Hello, I am Jiang Kexin. I’m looking for Leng Lingxiao. Could you please let him know I’m here?"
"President Leng is not in, he’s gone out with the young madam," the guard replied coldly.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Jiang Kexin’s eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, "Where have they gone? When will they return? They haven’t left Chicheng, right?"
"Sorry, I don’t know."
The guard’s tone remained indifferent, and he deliberately took a half step back as if he found her bothersome.
Seeing this, Jiang Kexin’s heart sank.
However, she did not show it but continued to smile and said, "Please convey a message for me. Tell Uncle Leng and Aunt Leng that Jiang Kexin is here to see them on an urgent matter."
"Miss, please don’t make it difficult for me. Please leave immediately." The guard said as he moved to close the gate.
Jiang Kexin panicked, quickly stepped forward, and stopped the guard’s action.
She looked into the security guard’s eyes and said earnestly, "I really have urgent business with Brother Ling Xiao. If you don’t let him know, I will stand here and wait until Brother Ling Xiao comes back."
Good grief, still Brother Ling Xiao?
President Leng clearly already has a young madam.
Surely she’s no decent woman!
The guard didn’t recognize Jiang Kexin and naturally didn’t want to deal with someone like her.
In Chicheng, there were plenty of people who wanted to get close to Leng Lingxiao. Who knows what this woman was hiding; she probably wanted to throw herself at him, to be a mistress.
My young madam is a stunning beauty, both intelligent and lovely...
Thus, the guard gave Jiang Kexin a cold glance, laced with disdain, "I’m sorry, miss, please leave this place immediately. Excuse me."
With that, the side gate closed.
At this moment, Jiang Kexin felt an intense hatred! But the object of her hatred was not the security guard, nor was it her Brother Ling Xiao, but rather the oblivious Tang Xiaowan.
She believed that Tang Xiaowan had instructed the guard.
Little did she know that all of this was per the wishes of the butler, Zhao Renjie, and of course, Leng Lingxiao’s wishes as well.
After Jiang Kexin had left in anger, Zhao Renjie seriously told the security guard, "Remember, if that woman comes again, you don’t need to bother with her."
"Brother Zhao, who was that?"
"A person full of bad intentions, who has tried several times to set up Lady Tang; thus, the master despises her."
"No wonder she was dressed so provocatively!"
"That’s why I said, you don’t need to pay her any attention, and there’s no need to disturb Lady Tang... and also the master and madam, to save them the trouble."
"Understood, don’t worry, Brother Zhao."
After giving his instructions to the guard, Zhao Renjie walked inside while dialing a phone.
By this time, it was already twelve o’clock noon.
"How is it going, is everything going smoothly?" Zhao Renjie asked in a low voice, his face void of any smile.
Whatever was said on the other end of the phone made his brows furrow suddenly, and then he strode toward the main villa building.
Huanhai Road, the villa district.
In a windowless room, several mercenaries were taking turns to whip a man.
Strike after strike, each one landed like a blade, mercilessly on the man’s already scarred back.
No one exchanged words.
Du Jiahao endured the excruciating pain, oblivious to who had ambushed him and brought him here.
Was it Li Zishen, or Leng Lingxiao?
Deep down, he was more suspicious of Li Zishen.
After all, Madam Lai had been kidnapped by someone within the organization, and although he had not witnessed the entire process, he knew it must have been extremely grim.
But Tang Xiaowan was different; he had abducted her himself that day, and yet he had not troubled her.
So, there was a fundamental difference between the two.
Five meters away from Du Jiahao, a particularly burly Bald Man was leaning on a sofa, talking on the phone.
"Leave him with some breath? Sure, no problem."
"I’ve got it under control, hahaha."
With that, he hung up the phone and walked towards Du Jiahao. Seeing this, the mercenaries immediately stopped whipping and respectfully stood aside.
The Bald Man approached Du Jiahao, looking down at him with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
"Du Jiahao, Mr. Du, I’ve heard much about you." The Bald Man greeted with a smile, but his voice was chilling to the bone.
Du Jiahao struggled to lift his head and looked at the Bald Man, his eyes filled with wariness and confusion.
"Who are you? Why ambush me?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter. What’s important is... you’ve made a fatal mistake." The Bald Man said with a cold sneer, a threatening tone in his voice.
"Mistake?" Du Jiahao looked puzzled, not understanding what the Bald Man meant.
"Actually, seeking revenge in country D is simple, why join Shen Shiyi? Now look, you’re at someone else’s mercy. Think about it... are you going to make it back?"
The Bald Man’s voice suddenly turned ice cold.
Du Jiahao was startled.
How could he know so much about me?
Country D? Could it really be Li Zishen?
"Who the hell are you? Come out with your name. How much did your master pay you for this? Was it two hundred million?" Du Jiahao roared.
The Bald Man didn’t answer; he just sneered at him, as if to say, guess?
A wave of despair rose in Du Jiahao’s heart. He never imagined that he would fall into Li Zishen’s hands so quickly, and that he’d send such a fearsome gang to torment him.
It seemed, he was truly doomed!
That’s what Du Jiahao thought as he despairingly closed his eyes, no longer speaking.
Disgust flickered in the eyes of the Bald Man.
"Talk. Who is the real boss of Shen Shiyi? Where is the rendezvous point?"
"Not talking, huh? Fine, it can be arranged!"
The Bald Man gestured towards Du Jiahao with a wave, and the mercenaries immediately converged on him once more, resuming their whipping with even more ferocity.
Du Jiahao screamed in agonizing pain, enduring it all.
Yet, this was just the beginning.
In the time that followed, Du Jiahao endured even more brutal torture, passing out repeatedly, only to be woken each time with cold water.
Despite this, the Bald Man showed not the slightest bit of mercy.
He ordered people to throw Du Jiahao into a cramped cell, providing just enough food and water to keep him alive.
Confinement tormented Du Jiahao unbearably.
He didn’t know how much longer he could endure, but one thing was certain: even if he were to die here, he would never betray his boss.