Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 165 The President Is Picking Up Trash 35
According to Song Ningyu's urination, it is impossible to be so indifferent.

Qingyun ran out of Gu's house in a hurry, only to see that the sky outside was dark, and the strong wind whipped up withered yellow leaves flying all over the sky, which made her feel even worse for no reason.

She has only been to the Song family once. Fortunately, she has a good memory, and with her keen sense of smell, she came to the Song family villa without much effort.

The villa is different from the community. There are high walls around it, and the management is very strict. There are not even any signs of stray cats and dogs nearby.

Qingyun found a hidden place, jumped over the two-meter-high wall with luck, entered the backyard of the villa, and then climbed the window to sneak into the villa.

After entering the villa, Qingyun walked lightly and walked around the villa cautiously, but did not see Song Ningyu and Song Chaoyang.

It was normal that Song Zhaoyang was not around, but Song Ningyu had a heart condition, so he wouldn't be running around in this weather.

Unable to find the right owner, Qingyun withdrew without anyone noticing.

He ran all the way towards Gu's house again, but he didn't expect to hear noises coming from the hall as soon as he arrived at the door, and vaguely heard a few voices such as "It's not good" and "Call Mr. Gu and Miss Gu".

Qingyun suddenly had an ominous premonition, she quickly rushed into the hall, and saw the driver who went out with Feng Zixuan sitting on the ground with blood on his face.

Several servants were in a hurry to call Gu Ming'an and Gu Mingru, saying that Feng Zixuan had been taken away.

Qingyun's mind was confused, no wonder she was restless before, it turned out that something happened to Feng Zixuan!
Song Ningyu!
It must be Song Ningyu's jerk!
With a whoosh, Qingyun ran out like an arrow off the string, mobilized his spiritual power to use the trace of Feng Zixuan's aura captured when he fell asleep before, found Feng Zixuan's location, and then galloped away in the southwest direction.

In an abandoned factory building in the southwestern suburbs of the imperial capital, Feng Zixuan was tightly tied to a chair. The wound on his forehead had scabbed over, and his face was covered with dark red blood.

He lowered his head, and his chest heaved and fell, indicating that he was still alive, but had fallen into a coma.

Standing nearby were Scar and his three brothers.

"Brother Scar, I feel that this kid's family is quite rich, why don't we take this opportunity to extort money from his family?" Liu Mao suggested.

Scar squinted at the unconscious Feng Zixuan, took a puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Said: "No, he has other uses."

"That's fine, listen to Brother Scar, but I still think it's a pity." Liu Mao said with a smile.

Scar threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stamped it out with his foot, and said casually: "He won't survive. We have to be careful about this and don't get ourselves involved."

He had met Song Ningyu when he took on this job. With years of experience, he was sure that that half-grown boy was definitely more ruthless than him, so he had to guard against it.

There was the sound of cars in the distance.

Several people looked out and saw two car lights piercing the night in the night.

The car stopped slowly outside the factory, and two people got off from above, walking towards this side with a bag.

It was pitch black all around, Song Chaoyang felt a little uneasy, and asked Song Ningyu, "Why do you have to come here? Why don't you just transfer the money to him?"

"If the other party asks for cash, I can't help it." Song Ningyu replied.

Song Zhaoyang felt a little bit regretful, why did he agree to kidnap Feng Zixuan just because of his infatuation?
If someone gets caught, the Song family will be ruined.

Song Ningyu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and hooked the corner of his mouth in disdain, what a useless thing.

After this matter, he should get out of the position of chairman.

Originally, he was kept in order to let him lay the foundation for himself to come to power, so that the shareholders of the group would not accept him.

Now is also the time, when Song Qianyu dies, he will pretend to discover his father's crimes by accident and kill his relatives righteously.

Then hypnotize this stupid father, let him take the crime over, and those kidnappers, after hypnosis, it will be perfect evidence.

In addition, he used Song Chaoyang's name when contacting these people, and the flaws in the evidence were all preserved, enough to prevent anyone from suspecting him.

Song Ningyu was walking on Song Chaoyang's right hand, with a sinister smile on his face that was not easily noticed by others.

The strong wind howled, rolling snowflakes and falling on people's faces, which was icy cold.

Song Chaoyang and Song Ningyu squinted their eyes and entered the abandoned factory. Under Song Ningyu's signal, Song Chaoyang handed over the bag.

Scar took the box and opened it to see that it was full of cash.

Satisfied, he handed the bag to his younger brother, and then took Song Chaoyang and Song Ningyu to look at Feng Zixuan.

Song Chaoyang glanced at the unconscious Feng Zixuan hastily, then turned his face away and didn't want to look any more.

Song Ningyu asked him to wait in the car first, and he had something to say with Scar.

Song Chaoyang originally disagreed, but when he met Song Ningyu's eyes, he agreed in a daze, and returned to the car with a dazed expression.

Seeing him go, Song Ningyu walked over with dark eyes, pinched Feng Zixuan's jaw, raised his face, and sneered.

He took out the blood collection device from his pocket, pulled up the clothes on Feng Zixuan's arm, took a tube of blood, sealed it and put it in his pocket.

Turning back to Scar, he said, "Let's make a deal next."

……

Qingyun ran all the way, following Feng Zixuan's aura to the abandoned factory.

From a distance, she saw Song Ningyu coming out of the factory, getting into a black Mercedes-Benz on the side of the road, starting the car, turning around and driving this way.

Qingyun hurriedly hid in the wasteland by the side of the road, waited for the car to pass, and silently wrote down the license plate number.

Then cautiously slipped into the factory, followed the air machine to find where Feng Zixuan was, and saw four burly men guarding him.

One of the people with a scar on his face looked very hostile, and he must have had a lot of lives on his hands.

Most importantly, Qingyun saw a pistol pinned to his waist.

Qingyun immediately gave up the idea of ​​rescuing Feng Zixuan now. Although she was agile, she would definitely not be able to fight against the gun.

These people were strong and strong, and Feng Zixuan was tied up again, there was no way for her to escape.

It would be easier if she was alone.

Qingyun sighed, quietly backed out, first went back to find a way to tell the Gu family where Feng Zixuan was, and asked them to call the police, and then she came back here, looking for a chance to rescue Feng Zixuan.

When Qingyun returned to Gu's house, the lights in Gu's house were brightly lit, Gu Mingru's eyes were swollen from crying, Gu Ming'an and Gu Xiangxiang were also frowning.

Qingyun used some tricks to make them all fall asleep, and then took this opportunity to fall into her dream, and in the dream simply told her where Feng Zixuan was being held, and asked her to call the police.

In order to save spiritual power, as soon as the words were finished, Qingyun immediately exited Gu Mingru's dream, entered Gu Mingan's dream again, and continued with the same words.

After finishing speaking, he quit again, entered Gu Xiangxiang's dream, and continued to repeat the same words.

But even so, Qingyun's spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Without taking a break, she ran towards the abandoned factory again.

The three members of the Gu family all woke up from their dreams. When they came to the living room, they looked a little weird.

(End of this chapter)