aircannonsinc Chapter 1819 Where is Jiang Cheng?
Chapter 1819 Where is Jiang Cheng?
At the intersection a few hundred meters away, a black Rolls-Royce lay quietly in the shadows of the trees.
Xu Zhi leaned back in the leather seat, the cigar between his fingers glowing with a faint crimson light.
He glanced at his watch, a confident smile playing on his lips.
He trusted Xiao's abilities; in less than half an hour, he could insert some hidden needles into Jiang Cheng's courtyard house.
That's right, even though he hated Jiang Cheng to the core.
But he wasn't an idiot, and naturally he wouldn't be foolish enough to let someone go in and kidnap him or kill him outright.
Since Jiang Cheng had powerful backers, he secretly took pictures of their home.
One day he will definitely get some evidence that can defeat Jiang Cheng.
Just as Xu Zhi was thinking of all sorts of sinister ideas, a series of synchronized footsteps came from outside the car window.
The heavy thud on the ground made Xu Zhi's heart tighten.
Looking up suddenly, I saw dozens of men in black who had surrounded the car at some point. Their figures were menacing, and their movements carried the iron discipline of soldiers.
They even completely blocked the light from the car headlights.
Xu Zhi's bodyguard reacted quickly, immediately pushing open the door and getting out of the car, his hand on the baton at his waist.
Before they could even speak, both of them were swiftly grabbed and their wrists were pinned back, rendering them unable to move.
Upon seeing this, Xu Zhi felt a surge of panic.
No way? Did Jiang Cheng find out?
No, that can't be...
Those guys have never failed in their operations.
Xu Zhiqiang suppressed the turmoil in his heart and pushed open the car door, trying to appear calm and straightening his back, but his voice trembled slightly.
"Who are you? What do you want? Do you know where you are? This is Kyoto! How dare you surround my car?"
The leader of the men in black didn't say anything, but simply stepped aside to make way for them.
Wang Sheng, a cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly emerged from the shadows, his leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped on the bluestone slabs.
He glanced at Xu Zhi's pale face, flicked his cigarette ash, and grinned with a roguish air: "Mr. Xu? What a coincidence. My young master said that since you've flown all the way from Shenzhen, you should at least be invited to have a cup of hot tea and do him the honor?"
Xu Zhi's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, as he struggled to maintain the airs of the son of the richest man.
With a stiff neck and a cold laugh, he said, "Tea? No need. My Xu family is a prominent family in Kyoto. Aren't you afraid of what will happen if word gets out that you're treating your guests like this?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng chuckled and dusted off the corner of his clothes.
His tone was flippant yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure.
"Mr. Xu, what you're saying is not something just anyone is qualified to drink. If you don't want to do us the honor, then we'll have no choice but to invite you in."
As soon as Wang Sheng finished speaking, Xu Zhi seemed to have been struck in the lungs. He suddenly broke free from the black-clad men restraining him, pointed at Wang Sheng's nose, and began to curse:
"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a groveling dog by Jiang Cheng's side! How dare you speak to me, the young master of the Xu family? If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't offend my eyes!"
As soon as he said this, the surrounding air instantly turned cold. The men in black who had been looking down in the corridor all raised their eyes to look at Xu Zhi, the coldness in their eyes almost solidifying.
Wang Sheng, however, was not angry. He stubbed out his cigarette, rubbing the butt between his fingers, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He took two steps forward, his leather shoes making a particularly jarring sound on the bluestone slabs.
"A dog? I am a dog, that's true, but I'm Young Master Jiang's dog. So what if your father is the richest man? In Kyoto, Young Master Jiang can crush you as easily as crushing an ant. Even if I, this dog, bite you today, do you think Young Master Jiang will even frown? Even if I pin you down here and beat you up right now, with just one word from Young Master Jiang, your father, who's the richest man, will have to swallow his pride and accept it."
After Wang Shengchong finished speaking, he raised his chin and said in a flippant tone:
"Invite Young Master Xu to wait in the side hall. Remember, don't let him get hurt. Our Young Master Jiang is waiting to have some tea with him."
Xu Zhi's face turned pale and then red from these words, his chest heaving violently. He raised his hand, wanting to slap Wang Sheng across the face.
But just as he raised his wrist halfway, it was firmly gripped by the man in black beside him, the force so great that it made his bones ache.
The bodyguards under the eaves also took a half step forward in unison, their dark gun barrels seemingly pointed at him, exuding a chilling aura.
Just as Xu Zhi's bodyguard tried to struggle, someone twisted his arm behind his back, causing him to groan in pain.
This scene instantly brought him back to his senses.
If a real disturbance breaks out here, who knows how much suffering we'll endure, and in the end, we won't even have any dignity left.
He gritted his teeth, abruptly shook off the hand that was holding him, glared fiercely at Wang Sheng, and snorted coldly with his neck stiff.
"Fine, let's go! Don't think you can be arrogant for long!"
Seeing this scene, Xu Zhi's face turned pale and then green. He knew that he couldn't avoid it today, so he could only grit his teeth and reluctantly walk inside.
As Xu Zhi walked further in, his heart sank heavier and heavier.
From the outside, it looks like an ordinary old courtyard house, with walls that exude a rustic charm. But the security inside is completely different from that outside.
As I entered, I caught a glimpse of someone standing in the shadows of the corridor, clutching a rifle.
It seems that Jiang Cheng is much more skilled than he imagined.
Upon entering the lobby, Xu Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted.
My heart clenched painfully, and my mind went blank with a "buzz."
No way?! Xiao and his team have carried out hundreds of missions without ever failing, and this time they were taken down by Jiang Cheng so quickly?
Xiao and his group were beaten black and blue.
Blood was still trickling from the corner of his mouth as he knelt awkwardly on the cold bluestone slab.
His head was hanging very low; he didn't even have the courage to look up.
Upon seeing this, Wang Sheng raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue in feigned surprise.
He glared angrily at the security team beside him and said, "Didn't I tell you to lift him gently? How did you end up like this?"
The security guards immediately bowed and scraped, their faces plastered with smirks, and offered a flimsy excuse.
"Captain, I'm so sorry! It was too dark tonight, and I couldn't see the road clearly, so I hit a little too hard. Please, please don't take offense."
Upon hearing this, the men in black around him couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Xu Zhi's face turned so pale it looked like it could drip water. He glared at Xiao and the others kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of warning.
Xiao felt that fierce gaze, slowly raised his head, his eyes surging with intense hatred, like a poisoned knife, wishing he could carve two holes in Xu Zhi's body.
But when he met Wang Sheng's ambiguous smile, he suddenly lowered his head, his teeth clenching so hard they were grinding together.
His clenched fists bulged with veins, but he could only swallow all his resentment and bitterness, not daring to utter a single word.
Xu Zhi was forced to sit on a chair in the side room, and before he could even get comfortable, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
The bluestone pavement exuded a chill, and the black-clad man under the eaves stood guard without looking to the side, his eyes as cold as ice, making him feel uneasy.
He looked at his watch three times. The minute hand slowly crawled halfway around, but there was no sign of Jiang Cheng, not even a cup of hot water.
A surge of anger shot up his spine, and Xu Zhi abruptly stood up, about to lash out, when a glare from the man in black beside him snapped him back.
He gritted his teeth and sat down, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table, the thumping sound particularly jarring in the quiet side room.
After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Xu Zhi finally lost his temper and yelled at Wang Sheng at the door, "Where's Jiang Cheng?! I invited him for tea, where is he?!"