The news hit Mu Junze like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.
Actually, judging from what Linda had done and her strange background, he could already guess what was going on.
After all, the only woman who had a grudge against both him and Meng Nianchu was that disfigured ugly woman.
However, he never expected that Linda would go so far as to do such a thing.
“How outrageous!” Mu Junze pounded the car door hard.
“Mr. Mu, please calm down. The top priority now is to protect the old madam and make sure she's not alone. That way, she'll be safer,” the flat - haired man said.
“Okay, she should still be dealing with business in the company. I'll drive there right away,” Mu Junze replied.
Since Mr. Meng got ill and was hospitalized, all the affairs of the Meng Group had been handled by Mrs. Meng alone. Although they often quarreled, at critical moments, he still had to rely on this capable wife.
At first, she would occasionally visit the hospital. But after hiring Aunt Sun, Mrs. Meng devoted herself entirely to the company's affairs and visited the hospital less frequently.
Who would have thought that this Aunt Sun had ulterior motives.
“I'll drive there first. The remaining payment will be transferred to your account,” Mu Junze said as he started the car.
“Mr. Mu, you're too kind...”
The flat - haired man was about to thank Mu Junze and say some flattering words, but suddenly the car shook violently, almost making him feel nauseous.
“What's going on?!” the flat - haired man asked in shock.
Mu Junze was also puzzled. He sensed something was wrong and quickly opened the car door to check outside.
Seeing Mu Junze get out of the car, the flat - haired man unbuckled his seatbelt, which he had just fastened not long ago, and followed suit.
After they both got out of the car, they witnessed a strange scene: one of the car's front tires had burst, and there was a puddle of water on the ground, but there was no sign of any sharp objects.
“What's going on?” Mu Junze was confused. He squatted down to take a closer look.
“Mr. Mu, it seems to have been deliberately punctured,” the flat - haired man said.
“I should have realized earlier. With his status and means, his anti - reconnaissance ability should be quite strong. It seems he deliberately let me track him down.”
As he said this, the flat - haired man seemed to suddenly remember something. He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket.
This pack of tissues was bought from the clerk at the coffee shop when he suddenly had a stomachache and was about to go to the toilet.
He felt the pack of tissues and then his eyes widened in surprise.
The flat - haired man suddenly tore open the tissue pack and took out a tiny component.
He pinched off one of the wires with his finger and whispered, “A... bug.”
“What did you say?” Mu Junze was still anxiously looking at the burst tire and didn't catch what the flat - haired man said.
“N... nothing.”
He thought to himself that he had encountered a master this time. It seemed that the other party was just giving a small warning. If he got more involved, things might get more troublesome.
Mu Junze looked at the wheel. He pried open the hole in the wheel but didn't find any steel balls or nails. What on earth had punctured such thick rubber?
“Mr. Mu, don't look anymore. It was ice,” the flat - haired man said.
“Ice?” Mu Junze looked at him in confusion, but then he suddenly understood.
“Yes, there's a method that leaves no trace. Water is frozen into ice and shaped into a special form, then shot out using a crossbow or an air gun.”
Mu Junze had studied physics. He knew that in certain conditions, ice could be extremely hard and even used as a weapon.
“After hitting the target, the heat generated by friction will quickly melt the ice into water, and then the water will evaporate in a short time, disappearing without a trace.”
After the flat - haired man finished speaking, he pointed to the water on the ground.
“Mr. Mu, we may be being watched. If we keep meddling, we might be in danger,” the flat - haired man said to Mu Junze cautiously. In his line of selling information, he had seen too many life - and - death situations. He finally realized that staying alive was the best prerequisite for any plan.
“He's just trying to delay us. I'll take a taxi there. You figure out how to fix the car here,” Mu Junze said. He threw the keys to the flat - haired man and turned to leave.
“Mr. Mu, I advise you to be careful. Since he dared to puncture the wheel on a busy street in broad daylight, he might also dare to shoot you...” The flat - haired man couldn't continue.
“Time is of the essence in saving lives. I'd also like to see if he dares,” Mu Junze said. He turned around and walked forward without looking back, starting to hail a taxi on the side of the road.
Seeing Mu Junze like this, the flat - haired man didn't dare to say anything more. He could only pray silently in his heart.
For him, telling others the truth was already a full - fledged job. There was no need to take more risks.
He shook his head, sighed, sat back in the car, lit a cigarette, and dialed a phone number. “Hello, is this the road traffic rescue center? My wheel is burst, and I can't move. Come and tow my car. I'm at...”
Mu Junze finally hailed a taxi and rushed to the office building of the Meng Group.
I hope Auntie is still in the company, Mu Junze thought to himself.
Not long after they separated, a food delivery rider wearing a helmet and a wind - proof mask slowly rode out of the alley on an electric bike.
In the box behind him, there was not food but a pair of headphones, a receiver, a folding crossbow, a small insulated box, and a claw blade.
He rode past Mu Junze's car nonchalantly and casually pasted a piece of paper on the car's windshield.
The flat - haired man sitting in the car was startled by the sudden appearance of the paper. On the side of the paper that was pasted on the glass, there was a sentence written.
“You only have 7 days left.”
The last period was in bright red, particularly eye - catching, as if implying that it was time to draw a full stop to one's life.
The flat - haired man quickly jumped out of the car, but the person who left the paper had already disappeared.
“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath.
At this moment, he was truly scared. He wondered if he should help Mu Junze get rid of this person, or wait for Mu Junze to deal with the killer himself, or would the killer come back to kill him after succeeding...
He folded the paper and put it in his pocket.
At this time, the people from the road traffic rescue center also arrived. The flat - haired man handed them the keys, gave a few instructions, and then left in a hurry.
“Hey, sir, are you really that confident in me?” the staff member in charge of towing the car asked.
“Of course! Anyway, this isn't my car. Do as you like,” the flat - haired man replied with a smile over his shoulder.