vstars Chapter 1240 Mr. Yan... have mercy...
Chapter 1240 Mr. Yan... have mercy...
Liu Fugui was struggling to breathe because Yang Jian was choking him.
"I said...I...I said."
Yang Jian then released his grip.
"Tell the truth right now, why did you kidnap my wife?"
"Because...because he offended my son."
"You offended your son? Who is your son?" Yang Jian asked.
Liu Fugui said, "If it weren't for him, my son wouldn't have been able to get into the police station. He framed my son by wearing my ex-wife's clothes."
Yang Jian didn't quite understand.
"Alright, I won't waste any more words with you. Our CEO Yan wants to see you."
Yang Jian then called to the people behind him, "Take him away."
"it is good!"
Several people helped Liu Fugui into the car.
Liu Fugui asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Of course, I'm going to see our CEO, Mr. Yan."
"President Yan... I don't want to see him."
Whether or not you see him is not up to you.
Then Yang Jian called Yan Bei.
"Young Master Yan, we've found Liu Fugui. Where do you want to meet him?"
Yan Bei on the other end of the phone said, "Take him to a place with good soundproofing. I'm afraid he'll scream too loudly later."
"Okay, Mr. Yan."
At this moment, at the Yan family villa.
Yan Bei hung up the phone.
Looking at Shen Qing, he said, "Wife, I need to go out for a bit."
"Has Liu Fugui been found?"
"Yeah." Yan Bei nodded.
“I’ll go with you. I want to see him too.”
"Honey, your injury hasn't healed yet. Are you sure you want to come with me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Okay, let's go!"
Shen Qing walked into the kitchen and said, "Sister Zhang, could you please look after these two children for a while? We're going out for a bit and will be right back."
"Yes, madam, you may go in peace."
Shen Qing and Yan Bei then left.
Shen Qing asked, "Where are they now?"
Yan Bei took out her phone. "Yang Jian has already sent me his location."
"All right!"
Yan Bei started the car and quickly drove away from the Yan family villa.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands, with their distinct knuckles, were faintly visible.
In the passenger seat, Shen Qing's face was a little pale. She was still trembling slightly from the shock of the kidnapping, but when she saw the man's taut jawline and the chilling aura emanating from him, she subconsciously reached out and gently placed her hand on the back of his hand.
"Don't rush, drive slowly..."
Yan Bei's expression was very unpleasant. He wanted to see Liu Fugui as soon as possible and teach Liu Fugui a lesson.
Yan Bei turned his head and saw the worry in his wife's eyes, which slightly calmed the murderous aura that was almost consuming him.
"Wife, I will definitely avenge you. I will also make Liu Fugui taste what it's like to be tied up. I will make him taste all the suffering you've endured."
The night was as dark as ink, thickly covering the city's hustle and bustle.
Outside the abandoned dock warehouse, several inconspicuous black cars, like lurking cheetahs, roared with low, rumbling engines, their headlights piercing the darkness and illuminating the mottled iron gates of the warehouse in a stark white light.
The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea and the rusty scent of iron.
Liu Fugui was held captive there by Yang Jian and several other men, awaiting Yan Bei's arrival.
Yan Bei continued to accelerate.
The car sped off like an arrow, arriving at the warehouse in just over ten minutes.
"Young Master Yan!" Yang Jian, accompanied by several bodyguards in black, immediately came forward and respectfully opened the car door.
Yan Bei got out of the car first, and then very carefully helped Shen Qing out of the passenger seat. His movements were gentle, which contrasted sharply with the terrifying aura he was exuding at the moment.
He walked into the warehouse.
In that instant, the last trace of warmth in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only a suffocating coldness and murderous intent.
He adjusted his expensive suit cufflinks and walked steadily toward the warehouse door.
Each step felt like it was landing on everyone's hearts, making the air heavy.
Inside the warehouse, several men, their hands tied behind their backs, huddled in a corner, their mouths gagged with rags, their eyes filled with fear.
The moment Liu Fugui saw Yan Bei walk in, his body trembled like a leaf, and his eyes were filled with despair.
"Liu Fugui, we meet again." Yan Bei looked at Liu Fugui with sharp eyes. His tone was very cold.
"What...what are you going to do?" Liu Fugui was so frightened that his body trembled.
Yan Bei didn't rush to speak. He slowly walked up to the man, looking down at him with the same gaze one would give a lowly ant.
He didn't even glance at those low-level thugs; his goal from beginning to end was singular.
After a few seconds of silence.
Yan Bei said, "Liu Fugui, I think you're really tired of living."
Yan Bei's tone became even colder.
Liu Fugui is alone now, facing so many people. His life could be taken at any moment.
He pleaded in fear, "Mr. Yan... please spare me... I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have kidnapped your wife."
"Wrong? What's the use of knowing you're wrong now? My wife has already suffered so much. How can I forgive you? Everyone knows my wife is determined to kill me."
"President Yan, I really know I was wrong. Please, for the sake of my ex-wife, spare my life," Liu Fugui pleaded desperately.
"Your ex-wife? You mean Sister Zhang?"
"Yes."
At this moment, Shen Qing walked over and said, "Liu Fugui, how dare you mention Sister Zhang? How can you face Sister Zhang? You are not worthy to mention Sister Zhang at all."
"Madam, I shouldn't have kidnapped you! Please, please beg Mr. Yan to let me go!"
"Letting you go is impossible," Shen Qing said.
Yan Bei's lips curled into a cold smile. He slowly squatted down, his fingers like iron clamps, and suddenly grabbed the man's chin, forcing him to look at him. "You touched my people, did you ask me?"
With a slight squeeze of his fingertips, Liu Fugui's chin made a soft "crunching" sound, causing him to cry and snot stream down his face. However, because his mouth was stuffed with a strip of cloth, he could not make a complete sound and could only let out a "woo-woo" moan.
"President Yan, please spare me... I don't want to die."
"Whether you want to die or not is not up to you." After saying that, Yan Bei started punching and kicking Liu Fugui.
No matter how much Liu Fugui begged, Yan Bei wouldn't stop.
Knowing that Shen Qing had stopped Yan Bei, she said, "Don't hit him anymore. Let him live a little longer. Let him go to the police station to keep his son company. That way, Sister Zhang can have a peaceful life."
Yan Bei stopped after hearing Shen Qing's words.
He released his grip as if he had touched something dirty, took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, then threw the handkerchief on the ground, his cold gaze sweeping over the man's face, which was contorted with fear.
Then he said, "Call the police, send him to the police station, and make sure he never comes out again."
"Okay, Mr. Yan." Yang Jian agreed.
Yan Bei turned around, reached out and pulled Shen Qing into his arms, holding her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. "It's alright, Qingqing. I told you, I won't let the person who hurt you get away with it. I'll make him wish he were dead."