From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou strode towards the elevator.

The two kidnappers were still lying face down on the floor of the sedan chair, motionless.

He grabbed one of them by the back of their collars and dragged them out, pulling and shoving them behind the fire escape door in the corner of the garage.

He reached out and slapped one of them on the face a few times.

The man slowly woke up, his pupils met Lu Yunzhou's gaze, and he immediately struggled to get up.

Lu Yunzhou didn't give him a chance, and stomped down on him with his foot, pressing the sole of his shoe firmly against the other's right knee.

"Click!"

A crisp cracking sound echoed on the concrete floor.

The man's face was contorted in pain, his mouth was wide open but he could only make hoarse, breathy sounds. His body convulsed as he slid back to the ground, his trouser legs soaked with cold sweat.

Lu Yunzhou leaned down, his fingers gripping the back of the man's head, pressing his face to the ground, his voice low and deep: "Where is Su Qingwan?"

"Fuck you..."

The man bared his teeth and spat out a few words from his throat, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand and slapped him across the face, striking with the back of his hand, the force of which was not withdrawn.

The man tilted his head halfway, and two bloody teeth popped out and rolled to the ground, causing his cheek to bulge out instantly.

"I'll ask again."

Lu Yunzhou's voice was flat, as if he were reciting lines: "Where did you hide them? If you can't tell me, that's fine too. I'll pack you two up and send you to Xiao Sihai right now, so he can talk to you slowly."

The moment Xiao Sihai's name was uttered, the man on the ground trembled.

It wasn't ordinary fear; it was a tremor that seemed to seep from the very marrow of my bones.

Those of them in this line of work, who doesn't know Xiao Sihai's methods?

Last time, some fool messed with his property and had the skin peeled off all ten of his fingers. He was kept in a brine bucket for three days before he finally died.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..."

The man's face was pressed against the ground, his voice trembling, "She's in the western suburbs... an abandoned warehouse, there's an underground bunker, she's being held inside."

Which warehouse?

"Drive straight along the West Ring Expressway, turn north after exiting the toll station and drive three kilometers. You'll see a row of corrugated iron factory buildings by the roadside, the innermost one..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yunzhou punched him in the temple, and he went limp.

He turned around and punched the other one who was still unconscious, making sure he wouldn't make a sound for a while.

He searched their bodies, took their phones, put them in his pocket, stuffed them into the trunk of his car, and closed it tightly.

The engine started, and the car sped out of the garage and merged into the main road.

He didn't call Xiao Sihai.

Who knows if Xiao Sihai is behind this?

Su Qingwan is indeed his wife, but Lu Yunzhou has clearly seen through the nature of their relationship these past few days.

If we were to give the news rashly, and it were to leak out, Su Qingwan's life would be in danger.

There weren't many cars on the West Ring Expressway, so Lu Yunzhou floored the accelerator and sped up to 160 km/h.

Two whole hours.

By the time he turned into that narrow path, it was already completely dark.

The high beams swept across a row of rusty corrugated iron factory buildings. The tallest one at the far end was a three-story structure with all the windows sealed with bricks. The iron gate was wrapped with two iron chains, and it looked like it had been abandoned for several years.

Lu Yunzhou parked the car behind a bush about 300 meters away and turned off the engine.

He crouched down and crept to the outside of the warehouse, where he saw several figures scattered around. Some were smoking against the wall, while others were walking back and forth near the iron gate.

At least five.

A direct assault isn't out of the question, but if the people inside hear the commotion and target Su Qingwan first, then everything will be over.

We can only wait.

He retreated into the shadows, crouching behind a pile of discarded oil drums, staring in the direction of the warehouse.

After it got completely dark, the vigilance of the guards on the perimeter visibly decreased.

The three men huddled together, smoking and chatting, their laughter carried on the wind, laughing and joking without any seriousness.

Lu Yunzhou went around to the back of the warehouse.

There was a drainage ditch that was half a person high, with black sewage accumulating at the bottom, and the stench was unbearable.

Without hesitation, he flipped over and jumped in, plunging himself into the waist-deep dirty water.

The sewage was ice-cold, and it poured into my trouser legs, its stench hitting my nostrils.

He held his breath and crept along the drainage ditch toward the bottom of the warehouse.

At the end of the canal was a rusty iron grating, which had been in disrepair for years and several of the iron bars had rotted and broken.

Lu Yunzhou pried open a gap, making it large enough for someone to crawl through, and crouched down to squeeze in.

Inside was a section of an underground bunker passage. The cement walls were damp, the ceiling was covered with pipes, and a dim yellow light shone from the end.

He crept forward along the wall, his footsteps so light he could barely hear them himself.

After turning a corner, an iron gate was half-open, and light leaked out from the crack.

Lu Yunzhou leaned to the side and peered through the gap.

The bunker wasn't very big, only about 40 or 50 square meters.

Six or seven men were drinking and playing drinking games around a folding table, which was covered with beer cans and peanut shells, making a lot of noise.

Su Qingwan was tied to a cement pillar directly opposite.

A thick hemp rope was wrapped around his shoulders and tied in a tight knot behind his back. His wrists were twisted behind his back, and his ankles were also bound together.

The rope was tightly bound, the fabric was crumpled into a ball, and the curves of the person's body were clearly outlined.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his mouth was stuffed with a wad of cloth; he could only make muffled sobs through his nose.

Lu Yunzhou's knuckles clenched tightly.

As he was figuring out how to get the person out first, a man with a scar on his face stood up and staggered toward Su Qingwan.

Scarface squatted down in front of her, grabbed Su Qingwan's chin and lifted it up, chuckling with a breath reeking of alcohol, "Chairwoman Su, how does it feel to be so high and mighty like you, now that you're in our hands?"

Su Qingwan turned her head to try to break free, but the scarred man's grip was strong, and the veins in her neck were bulging.

"Stop fooling around."

Scarface reached down with his other hand, gesturing towards her chest, then turned and whistled towards the table, "Brothers, what do you say about me touching her?"

The bald man at the table, who was in charge, said in a deep voice, "Sixth Brother, take your hand back."

Scarface, unconvinced, raised his voice: "Brother, it's just a quick touch, it won't hurt you! I've never touched anything like this in my life, just once!"

The bald man was silent for two seconds, then picked up the wine jug, took a swig, and didn't say anything more.

Scarface took this as tacit approval, his smile growing increasingly ugly as he reached out towards Su Qingwan's chest.

Just an inch away from that hand.

"Bang!"

The bare light bulb overhead exploded.

Glass shards flew everywhere, plunging the entire bunker into darkness.

"Damn! What's going on?"

"The light broke! Who kicked the line?"

"Where's the lighter? Quick, find it!"

a mess.

Before Scarface could pull his hand away, his wrist was grabbed so tightly that his bones were cracking.

Immediately afterwards, a knee struck his lower abdomen. Before he could even cry out, he was elbowed in the back of the head and fell to the ground, his mouth agape in the cement.

"Someone's in! Boss, someone's sneaked in!"

Scarface lay on the ground, howling.

Lu Yunzhou didn't give them time to react.

Darkness was no different from daytime to him.

After the five senses were enhanced, the sounds of everyone's breathing and footsteps in the air were all located in my mind.

He no longer needs his eyes to see things.

The first person to rush towards him in the dark was punched in the Adam's apple and fell down with a hoarse voice.

The second man swung a bottle at Lu Yunzhou, who dodged it by stepping aside. He then grabbed the man by the back of the neck and slammed him against the corner of the table. With a dull thud, the man went limp.

The third and fourth men pounced on him almost simultaneously, but he struck them with both fists and feet, hitting their vital points. Their bodies slammed onto the floor one after the other, screams of agony echoing through the room.

In less than ten seconds, only groans and panting could be heard inside the bunker.

Lu Yunzhou was about to walk in Su Qingwan's direction.

A series of footsteps echoed from the overhead passage, and flashlight beams swept in from outside the iron gate.

The guards on the perimeter heard the commotion.

Three or four people filed in, their flashlights waving in the darkness.

The leader fixed the beam of light on Lu Yunzhou, then pulled a black pistol from his waist with his other hand, raised the muzzle, and aimed it at Lu Yunzhou's chest.

"Don't move."

The man pulled the trigger, his voice hoarse, "Take one more step and I'll blow your brains out."

Two more metallic clanging sounds came from behind, the sound of a gun bolt being pulled back.

Lu Yunzhou stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't afraid to deal with these guys with his bare hands, but a gun was a different story.

At that distance, a bullet is ten times faster than a fist, and there's nowhere to hide.