In the end, Wang Jinhui remained in the car.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of death; he was just somewhat henpecked. Whatever Tang Mei said went.
Inside the car, seeing Li Fugui sitting calmly, Wang Jinhui felt anxious, "Those in the car...who are they? Men or women, could they be carrying weapons or something else?"
Li Fugui shook his head, "I don’t know."
"Does Tang Mei have...that thing on her?"
"Madam has her own arrangements for what she does. We just have to wait. You don’t need to worry too much."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jinhui immediately flared up.
Obviously, that’s not your wife. Of course, you’re not worried, talking without a care!
No, I must go and see for myself.
If something really happens, I could lend a hand, so as not to be left helpless!
However, his hand hadn’t even touched the car door when he suddenly heard Li Fugui say, "Mr. Wang, I advise you not to mess around. Madam has been in a bad mood these past few days, no telling what she might do."
Wang Jinhui frowned, his hand paused in midair for a few seconds, then he silently withdrew it and sat upright.
On the other side, inside the black sedan.
Tang Mei was pressing a hairpin against a very glamorously made-up curly-haired woman, just inches from her throat, while the woman held a remote control in her hand.
The two appeared to have just gone through a struggle.
"Are you really not afraid of dying?"
Tang Mei glanced at the woman’s blood-stained fingers, "We can try. I am curious whether your button press is faster, or my hairpin is."
"Why are you so confident, aren’t you afraid..."
"No way to help it, I’m just too capable," Tang Mei said, increasing the pressure of her hand as she spoke.
"I just want to... want to..."
Tang Mei fixed a sharp gaze on the curly-haired woman, her tone firm, "You know what I want. Hand it over or suffer the consequences."
The curly-haired woman curled her lips into a cold smile, "Hmph! I don’t know, I was just..."
Before she could finish, Tang Mei suddenly exerted force.
The curly-haired woman furrowed her brows, pondered for a moment, but eventually chose to submit.
She trembled as she handed over the remote controller.
"Fine, you’ve won. Here, take it." The curly-haired woman took a deep breath and extracted a transparent sealed bag from a hidden pocket in her clothing, handing it to Tang Mei.
Tang Mei took it, giving it a quick glance, her expression inevitably turning grave.
It was actually a strand of half-white hair, clearly her own. She had thought it might be fingerprints or maybe a bug.
"What do you want my hair for?" Tang Mei’s voice carried a hint of warning and rebuke. Google seaʀᴄh Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
The curly-haired woman’s heart skipped a beat, her lips pursed, "It wasn’t me. Someone offered a high price saying they wanted to collect hairs from different age groups..."
A cruel glint flashed in Tang Mei’s eyes, but soon she slightly curled her lips, "Oh? Is that so?"
"If you don’t want to talk, it’s okay. Just wait a moment..."
"You never do it yourself..."
"Looks like you know me quite well! Indeed, I never get my hands dirty, but...what others think, I can’t say."
"You are really a...May you rot in hell!"
Then the hairpin abruptly jabbed towards a pressure point, followed by a pained moan from the curly-haired woman as cold sweat broke out instantly.
"You devil, you are just a..."
Tang Mei let out a cold laugh, then pulled out a silver needle box from her purse, chose the longest needle, and planted it straight into another pressure point of the curly-haired woman.
The curly-haired woman stopped talking, motionless, but cold sweat still beaded on her forehead as her eyes, filled with terror, stared fixedly at Tang Mei.
"Don’t worry, there’s no poison on it."
Then, Tang Mei swiftly pulled out her own silver hairpin, meticulously wiped it against the woman’s fancy dress until all traces of blood were removed from the hairpin, restoring its shine.
It was personally made by Wang Jinhui, indeed genuine and solid, very comfortable to use.
As Tang Mei thought this, she glanced at her watch.
"In five minutes, someone will come for you. When the time comes...you’ll naturally be able to talk. Remember to cooperate, so you can avoid further pain."
After leaving these words, Tang Mei got out of the car.
But she hadn’t taken two steps when sharp screeching brakes sounded from behind. Then she saw four men in black suits getting out of a car, all with a cold gaze and well-built figures, clearly coming for the curly-haired woman.
Tang Mei smiled slightly, did not look back, and then got into Wang Jinhui’s white sedan.
"Let’s go, leave this place."