kvmb Chapter 54 He has lost his humanity
Chapter 54 He has lost his humanity
After hanging up the phone, Duanmu Cong tried to check Xia Lan's phone location information, but there was no news.
He even put aside his grudges and contacted Wen Shiyu, since Xia Lan was now living in Wen Shiyu's house, and Wen Shiyu might know what had happened, even if it was just the last time he saw Xia Lan.
But no one answered the phone, and even when the call was made to the Wen Group, the call still couldn't be transferred.
After much hesitation, he gave up and called Wen Yiming instead. Perhaps it was his competitive spirit or his unwillingness to accept that he and Xia Lan were now officially a couple, which Duanmu Cong simply could not accept.
Having no other choice, he had to go to the address provided in the message alone.
Perhaps this was fate's way of giving him a chance to win Xia Lan back.
To prevent any mishap from happening to him, he left a note in his office drawer with that address written on it.
Then he sent a message to the driver, Lin Kun, telling him that if he hadn't returned by nightfall, he should open the drawer and rescue him according to the message he had left behind.
This Lin Kun is Assistant Lin's younger brother. Both brothers are Duanmu Cong's confidants. However, Assistant Lin is now in jail, so it won't be quick to cultivate a new confidant.
Therefore, Lin Kun is the only one who can be trusted.
night.
There was no moon, and the clouds were very thick.
Duanmu Cong has not returned to the company or gone home yet, and Lin Kun has not received any message from Duanmu Cong to let him know that he is safe.
He returned to the deserted Duanmu Building, entered the password to Acong's private office, picked up the note from the drawer, and looked at the handwriting on the note.
He lit a cigarette, quickly went down to the parking lot, opened the trunk of a car, took out knives, clubs, and other weapons, and then got into another van.
Lin Kun was no ordinary driver. Unlike his well-dressed assistant Lin, he was more like a thug who did the dirty work.
At this moment, Duanmu Cong was tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse, his mouth gagged, and he looked very tired.
They must have struggled for a long time.
Just five steps away from him, two people were sitting on the ground eating boxed lunches. One looked tall and thin with a horrifying scar on his face, while the other looked like a sumo wrestler with a fat head and big ears.
These two are probably responsible for keeping an eye on Duanmu Cong.
Suddenly, the sound of a car approached.
"Why would anyone come so late?" The skinny man with a scar on his face stood up warily and looked outside.
"Is it Brother Yang and the others who are back?" the fat man asked.
“Impossible. Brother Yang is always meticulous in his work. There’s no way he would do anything unexpected.” Scarface gestured for Fatty to put down his lunchbox and get his weapon. “Get up and hide.”
Just as the two had hidden themselves, the car turned on its headlights and shone them in, so brightly they couldn't open their eyes.
Soon, a tall, thin, black figure got out of the car. It stretched out very long in the light and looked like a ferocious monster.
The black shadow dragged a long iron rod, drawing a piercing shriek as it scraped the ground.
The fat man, hiding behind a warehouse crate, whispered to the scarred man beside him, "Brother, there's only one person there. They might be here to rescue Duanmu Cong."
"Don't panic, he has a long iron rod. Let's wait and see, and catch him off guard." Scarface gripped the baton in his hand, quietly waiting for the right moment, as steady as an old dog.
It wasn't difficult for the two of them to subdue one of the other's people and then tie him up as well.
The fat man then took out his phone to call Brother Yang.
Soon, the dark figure walked up to Duanmu Cong. The figure had its back to Fatty and Scarface. A good opportunity to launch a sneak attack!
Scarface immediately stood up, ready to rush over and strike him on the back, but the next second he froze in place, his eyes wide with horror.
The figure actually raised a thick iron rod and slammed it down hard on Duanmu Cong.
A loud "bang" echoed throughout the warehouse. Duanmu Cong, whose mouth was gagged, collapsed without making a sound.
But the figure did not stop. The banging continued to echo in the empty and quiet night, as if it were being swallowed by the darkness, dull and oppressive.
Scarface twitched, covering his mouth and holding his breath as he crouched behind the box. Fatty was equally stunned by the sudden turn of events, crouching there trembling. His phone had long since fallen to the ground and shattered.
Although they were both scoundrels and had done a lot of dirty work, they had never committed murder before... The shock was just too great...
The air was filled with the sticky smell of blood, and the two men suppressed their nausea, covering their mouths and daring not to make a sound.
The knocking stopped, then the footsteps faded into the distance, followed by the sound of a car starting and driving away...
They finally crawled out, trembling, but they dared not approach the person slumped in the chair in the darkness.
But in the darkness, he sensed that Duanmu Cong was completely dead, and the air was filled with the smell of death.
"Quick, run..." Scarface was drenched in cold sweat and managed to utter a single, trembling sentence with great effort.
Just as the two ran out of the warehouse, a car sped up and suddenly stopped in front of them, startling them into screaming.
Lin Kun got out of the car, grabbed Scarface, and held a small knife to his neck: "Where is Boss Cong?"
Scarface, who had thought he was going to die, came to his senses when he heard the question. It turned out it wasn't the killer returning from before—thank goodness! He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Speak up! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!" Lin Kun threatened fiercely.
"Run! Run!" The fat man, who had just been delirious, suddenly shouted, "Murder! Murder!" He was terrified and finally snapped.
Lin Kun was uneasy about the two men's illogical reactions. He immediately released Scarface and rushed into the warehouse. A moment later, a roar rang out: "Ah Cong!!"
He stormed out, brandishing a knife: "It's you! Don't even think about leaving!"
"It wasn't us, we were just responsible for tying him up. Please, take us with you, don't wait for that guy to come back! He's cruel, he'll definitely kill us all!"
Scarface immediately knelt down and begged Lin Kun, saying that he just wanted to leave as soon as possible, even if it was just to get into Lin Kun's car.
Lin Kun was taken aback, but instantly understood. There was another vicious assassin nearby, and it was very dangerous here. So he quickly sheathed his knife: "You two, get in the car with me!"
Scarface grabbed the still mentally unstable fat man and jumped into the back seat. Lin Kun also quickly got into the car and immediately fled the warehouse.
Lin Kun was calling the police, while Scarface was sending a message to Brother Yang.
Before they could even get back to the city center, Lin Kun's car was forced to stop by several of Brother Yang's cars. They quickly took Scarface and Fatty away and disappeared into the night...
The phone slipped from Lu He's hand and fell onto the carpet with a thud. She tried to calm herself, her mind still filled with the news Xiao Yang had just reported: Duanmu Cong had been beaten to death.
She also received a message and a photo: Xiao Pang's phone had inadvertently captured the assailant's profile.
Lu He recognized him in that photo—the monster wielding an iron rod, a smile playing on his lips…