The warehouse door was suddenly kicked open from the outside. The glaring light instantly dispelled the dimness inside.
The yellow-haired man was cursing and raising his foot, about to kick the unconscious woman on the ground hard to vent his hatred.
This bitch dared to scratch him and hold a knife to his neck!
He had never suffered such humiliation in his life!
"Boss, I've knocked this dead woman out. Don't stop me. I'm going to get my revenge..."
He didn't even turn his head. Thinking it was his boss who had returned, his voice was full of venom and the pleasure of about to commit violence.
However, before he could finish his words, an indescribable, overwhelming force suddenly hit his side.
"Bang!!"
A heavy thud was accompanied by the faint sound of bones cracking.
The yellow-haired man didn't even see who had made the move.
He flew through the air like a broken sandbag and crashed hard into the fabric rolls and shelves stacked behind him!
"Clatter!!"
The shelves were knocked askew, and the small tools and accessories on them fell to the ground with a clatter.
The yellow-haired man felt as if all his internal organs had been displaced by this kick.
The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed all his senses. He couldn't even let out a complete scream. A large amount of coppery sweetness welled up in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".
Then his vision went black, and he fainted completely. He slumped in the ruins like a pile of mud, his life or death unknown.
Two men in black suits, with agile figures and cold faces, rushed in.
They were the bodyguards left by Pei Jiangmu in Haicheng. They had received the most professional training, and their skills far exceeded those of ordinary security personnel.
The leading man had sharp eyes like an eagle. After kicking the yellow-haired man away with one foot, his gaze immediately swept inside the warehouse.
When his eyes fell on the motionless figure lying in a pool of blood in the corner.
Even he, who was used to seeing all kinds of situations, had his pupils shrink suddenly.
The woman who was held in the palm of his boss's hand was lying there, her face mostly covered by her disheveled black hair, but it was vaguely recognizable as Meng Ruochao.
Under her body, the dark red blood had soaked a large area of the ground and was still slowly spreading.
She was eerily quiet, as if her life had quietly passed away with the flowing blood.
The air was silent for a moment.
Even these two experienced bodyguards were shocked by this tragic scene, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward.
Finally, the leading one named A Cheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and motioned for his companion to guard the surroundings.
He himself lightened his steps and extremely carefully approached.
He didn't dare to move her casually for fear of causing secondary injuries.
He just squatted down, held his breath, and gently reached out two fingers to feel for the artery on Meng Ruochao's neck.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely long at this moment.
There was an extremely weak but real pulse on his fingertips.
She was still alive!
A Cheng felt a sudden sense of relief in his heart, and the tense line of his jaw relaxed a little.
But immediately after, his heart sank again.
The wound on the back of her head was still slowly oozing blood. Her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
Moreover, the position she was lying in... he didn't know if her spine was injured.
He immediately whispered into the walkie-talkie.
"Target found. Inside the warehouse, seriously injured and unconscious. Vital signs are weak."
"Urgent medical rescue is needed. Repeat, urgent medical rescue is needed! Notify the police and the ambulance!"
After doing this, he looked at the dying Meng Ruochao on the ground and hesitated for a moment.
The boss must be extremely anxious at this moment...
He gritted his teeth, took out a specially encrypted phone, and took a photo of Meng Ruochao lying on the ground.
He deliberately adjusted the angle to avoid the overly bloody wound.
The background was the messy warehouse and the fainted yellow-haired man in the distance, and then he quickly sent it to Qi Yu.
At the same time, at an altitude of thousands of feet, the private jet was tearing through the clouds at maximum speed and rushing towards Haicheng.
Inside the cabin, the air pressure was terribly low.
Pei Jiangmu was sitting on the leather seat, his body as tense as a fully drawn bow.
His face was pale, his lips tightly pursed, and there were still red blood streaks in his eyes and a bottomless cold pool.
He couldn't wait for a moment. When he told Qi Yu to go find someone.
He had already ordered the plane to be prepared immediately, forcibly interrupted all subsequent arrangements, and rushed to the airport at the fastest speed.
Qi Yu was sitting opposite him, also looking solemn. His phone was placed beside him, waiting for the latest news from Haicheng at any time.
Suddenly, the encrypted phone made a special vibrating sound.
Qi Yu immediately grabbed the phone and unlocked the screen.
When that photo clearly came into view, all the blood in Qi Yu's body seemed to freeze instantly.
His pupils shrank suddenly, his body stiffened uncontrollably, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the phone turned white.
The person lying in a pool of blood in the photo, whose figure was so fragile that it seemed to shatter with a touch... was Miss Meng?!
He could hardly recognize her!
That Miss Meng, who always had a gentle smile and bright and tough eyes, how could... how could she become like this?!
He subconsciously wanted to hide the phone. This picture was too shocking. He couldn't imagine how the boss would react after seeing it.
However, how could his slight stiffness and sudden change in expression escape Pei Jiangmu's eyes?
Almost the moment Qi Yu's expression changed.
Pei Jiangmu's cold and emotionless voice sounded in the cabin, with a kind of almost cruel calm.
"What did you receive?"
Qi Yu's throat tightened, and his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Give it to me."
Pei Jiangmu's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable order. The suppressed storm in it made Qi Yu's heart beat wildly.
Qi Yu knew he couldn't hide it.
He took a deep breath and, almost with the mentality of going to his death, turned the phone screen towards Pei Jiangmu, his voice dry and difficult.
"Miss Meng... has been found..."
Pei Jiangmu's gaze fell on the phone screen.
Time seemed to stand still completely at this moment.
He was first blank, as if he didn't recognize the person in the photo.
That lying position, that disheveled black hair, that glaring red under her body... who was it?
No... it wasn't his Chaolao.
His Chaolao should be alive, warm, smiling at him, blushing shyly, and softly talking in his arms...
How could she be the lifeless person soaked in a pool of blood in the photo?
It was fake.
It must be fake.
This absurd thought only lasted for less than half a second.
The next second, the huge panic and heart - wrenching pain brought by recognizing the reality exploded like a tsunami and instantly engulfed him!
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped and crushed by an invisible hand. The pain made him almost curl up.
The blood rushed to his head and then faded instantly, leaving a coldness like an ice cellar.
The hand holding the phone began to tremble violently uncontrollably. The tremor became more and more intense, affecting his entire arm and even half of his body.
The phone screen became blurred under his trembling fingertips.
But the tragic picture in his mind was extremely clear, like a red - hot iron, burning hard on his retina and deep in his soul.