Chapter 176: Where is She

Kang Xiangyue’s face turned deathly pale, the sensation of suffocation growing more and more intense, yet she still refused to admit anything.

“I really, don’t understand what you’re, what you’re talking about…”

The man’s hand around her neck suddenly tightened, his long eyes dark and menacing, “Kang Xiangyue, your life is not worth much in my eyes, I’ll give you one last chance.”

His voice was so deep and cold that it even overshadowed the fear.

The air that Kang Xiangyue could breathe became thinner and thinner, her eyes starting to roll back.

She couldn’t believe that Bo Yanching would truly lay a hand on her, after all, behind her stood the Kang Family, and there was Han Qi.

“Not talking?”

Bo Yanching quickly moved to the window and pressed half of Kang Xiangyue’s body out of it.

This was the ninth floor, and the howling cold wind rushed in from all directions, making Kang Xiangyue tremble with fright, her body went icy, her pale hands desperately clinging to Bo Yanching’s arms.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

Bo Yanching let go of her and stepped back two steps, then turned and walked away.

“Bring her with you.”

Yaen Chi approached with a stern face and lifted Kang Xiangyue, who had collapsed on the ground and was greedily gasping for air, “Let’s go, Miss Kang.”

Inside suite 906.

Han Qi played a few rounds of pool, his interest waning more and more, his thoughts constantly returning to the few words Kang Xiangyue said in the car.

Who else could be an eyesore to her recently, if not Nan Jiaojiao?

Damn it!

Han Qi took off at a run, pulled open the suite door, and quickly looked towards the other end of the hallway, just in time to see several familiar figures.

He pressed his brows together and followed a few steps closer, then he saw clearly Bo Yanching’s grim face, and Kang Xiangyue being pushed behind by someone.

Han Qi briskly stepped forward, entered the elevator, and smiled with arched eyebrows, “Master Bo, what a coincidence!”

Bo Yanching ignored him.

Han Qi also ignored Kang Xiangyue, directly overlooking the foolish plea in her eyes.

The two groups got out of the elevator and departed in several cars.

Han Chuan took a couple of glances back, “Master Bo, Young Master Han has been following us.”

Bo Yanching leaned against the elevator, “Don’t bother with him.”

He tried calling Nan Jiaojiao, but got a message that the number was out of the service area.

In an abandoned factory in the West Suburbs.

The only battered sofa was covered with a newly bought blanket, the tag still attached.

Nan Jiaojiao sat on it, one leg crossed over the other, the brim of her hat pulled down low, constantly looking at her phone, her posture that of a gang leader, her aura powerful.

Five abductors brought in several bags of stuff, huddled over a makeshift wooden table, pushing and urging each other, ultimately deciding with rock-paper-scissors; the loser took two pieces of bread and cautiously approached Nan Jiaojiao.

“Boss, do you want something to eat to fill your stomach?

Just bought it, this is expensive, but if you don’t like it, we can go buy whatever you want.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t lift her head; she had been threatening White Fox for a long time, but White Fox still wouldn’t give in and refused to tell her where Grey Wolf’s stronghold was.

“Where’s Grey Wolf?”

“Ah?” The kidnapper was confused for a moment, not understanding what she meant, and made a courageous guess, “Do you want me to imitate a wolf’s howl?

What breed is Grey Wolf?

How does it sound?

I’m not good at it; shall I imitate a dog’s bark for you, woof…”

Nan Jiaojiao’s finger paused, and with a sudden movement, she lifted her head and stared at him coldly, “You’re not Grey Wolf’s men?”

Her gaze was so chilling it frightened people, colder than an ice blade soaked in a freezing pool for a thousand years, which made the kidnapper’s legs go weak and he fell to his knees with a thump.

“No, no, we were hired, the employer is a woman.”

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath in frustration, the coldness quickly spreading through her limbs.

Suddenly, she kicked a rotten chair nearby onto the kidnapper.