dognovel Chapter 246 Why are you here?
Chapter 246 Why are you here?
The guard was pinned to the ground by several men, his face pressed against the cold cement, still cursing incessantly: "You bunch of lunatics! Wait till the boss gets here, you'll be sorry!" His voice, though filled with anger, carried even more resentment and fear. His hands were tied behind his back, rendering him unable to move; he could only grit his teeth and keep quiet.
I crouched down, looking directly into his eyes, trying to find a hint of wavering in them. His eyes were cloudy and fierce, like a trapped wild beast, ready to pounce at any moment. I took a deep breath, trying to make my voice sound calm and firm: "Where are everyone's phones? Tell us, we won't make things difficult for you."
He sneered, "Dream on!" with a hint of disdain and provocation.
The middle-aged man next to him had clearly lost his patience. He grabbed the man's collar, raised his fist high, and his eyes were full of anger: "Don't waste your breath on him! This kind of person deserves to be taught a lesson!" As he spoke, he was about to make a move.
I quickly stopped the man and said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive, we don't have time to waste." My gaze fell on the guard's face again, trying to find a flaw in his expression. Although his eyes were still fierce, there was a hint of unease in them.
I softened my tone and tried to persuade him with reason: "You're just an employee, why risk your life for them? The police are already on their way. If you confess sooner, you can even be considered to have done a good deed. Then, you can not only get away with it, but you might even get a bonus."
His eyes flickered, as if touched by my words. But quickly, he straightened his neck, forcefully suppressing that wavering, his voice still firm: "Don't give me that! I don't know anything!"
Just then, I felt an invisible pressure approaching from afar, as if some danger was rapidly drawing near. I instinctively looked up at the warehouse entrance, a vague unease creeping into my heart. Time was running out; I had to make a decision quickly.
Meanwhile, in the monitoring room, the tour guide was staring intently at the screen, his face ashen. He had just seen us subdue the guards, and in a fit of rage, he slammed his fist on the table, causing the walkie-talkie on the table to jump and the image on the screen to shake slightly.
"Damn it!" the tour guide growled through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with malice.
He grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button. "Get to the warehouse right now! Don't let those guys get away!"
"Yes, boss." The thugs' voices came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, tinged with tension and obedience.
The tour guide put down the walkie-talkie, placed his hands on the table, stared intently at the screen, and muttered to himself, "We really got fooled by such a small group. I knew they were unreliable. I should have known better than to leave that place." His voice was filled with regret and anger, as if he were blaming himself for his negligence.
In the car, he suddenly looked up, pointed at the windshield, and cursed viciously: "A bunch of useless trash! They can't even keep an eye on a few people!"
Over at the warehouse, I felt an invisible pressure drawing ever closer, as if some danger was rapidly approaching.
My heart tightened; I knew I couldn't delay any longer. I stood up and whispered to the uncle and aunt, "Let's go now, they'll be here soon."
The middle-aged man nodded, his voice low and urgent: "Be careful, don't push yourself too hard."
I nodded and watched the uncle and aunt leave the warehouse quickly.
Before leaving, the woman turned back and looked at me, her eyes full of worry: "Then be careful." Her voice trembled slightly.
I nodded, forcing a smile: "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
The woman didn't say anything more and was about to walk out when the tour guide's voice came from afar, "Don't run."
The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by the thugs' low voices saying, "Hurry, don't let them leave here!"
The old lady who used to live there had almost left, but now she's come back.
Several burly thugs were seen walking towards the warehouse, carrying sticks and flashlights. Their faces were fierce, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.
I held my breath, trying my best not to make any sound.
"What, do you think you can still leave now?" one of the thugs growled in a low voice, his voice tinged with anxiety.
I took a deep breath: "Don't do anything rash, I can negotiate with you."
"How do we negotiate?" the thugs roared, their footsteps echoing through the warehouse.
The tour guide's face instantly darkened. He took a step forward, almost touching my face, and pointed at my nose, yelling, "Who do you think you are? How dare you try to reason with me here? Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents, do you know that? I'm telling you, none of you are leaving here today!"
"Sit down and have a proper talk."
The tour guide sneered, his eyes full of mockery: "Where were you just now? Now you're willing?" He suddenly waved his hand and roared at the thugs behind him: "Get them! Let them know whose territory this is!"
The thugs rushed forward immediately, and the scene instantly descended into chaos. Although the passengers were frightened, seeing me standing in front of them, they mustered their courage and formed a circle around me, protecting me in the middle. Some picked up stones from the ground, others grabbed sticks, and everyone huddled together, their eyes filled with determination.
Upon seeing this, the tour guide roared, "Beat them! Beat them to death!" His face was also extremely ferocious.
A thug swung a wooden stick and slammed it down on the old woman. Terrified, the woman turned pale and stood frozen in place. I reacted quickly, without thinking, rushing forward and shielding her with my body.
"Bang!" The wooden stick slammed heavily onto my back with a dull thud. I groaned, my body jolted, and I almost collapsed to my knees, but I gritted my teeth and held on.
The woman burst into tears, grabbing me and crying, "Are you alright? How could you be so foolish!"
"It's alright... as long as everyone is alright." That blow really hurt.
Suddenly, a rapid siren wailed in the distance. His face turned deathly pale, and he glared at me through gritted teeth: "You just wait!" With that, he and his thugs quickly fled the scene.
The passengers breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around me, looking at me with concern.
"We are... safe."
I lost consciousness. Before I did, I heard someone calling me and telling me not to fall asleep.
"Momo, where are you?"
Jiang Yichen stepped into the crowd and saw me right in the middle.
"what is going on."
He swept me away from the auntie's arms and carried me in a princess carry.
On the third day, I slowly opened my eyes. Everything in front of me was blinding. I blinked and my vision gradually cleared. I found myself lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip in my hand.
A sharp pain shot through my back, and memories flooded back—the chaos in the warehouse, the thugs' wooden sticks, the tour guide's狰狞 face... and that heavy thud.
"You're awake?" A familiar voice came from the side.
"Jiang, Jiang Yichen."
I turned my head and saw him sitting by the bed, his eyes full of worry. My eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
My voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of a sob, as I said, "You... what are you doing here?"