HCB Chapter 67 A Desperate Struggle, Zhao Xiaohui's Plan B
Chapter 67 A Desperate Struggle, Zhao Xiaohui's Plan B
Villa No. 1, Shanshui Manor, in the southern suburbs of Jingzhou.
It was completely dark outside, but the lights inside the villa were blindingly bright. Zhao Xiaohui paced back and forth barefoot on the expensive Persian carpet. Several pieces of broken porcelain that hadn't been swept clean cut her soles, causing tiny drops of blood to seep out. Stepping on the carpet felt like stepping on blooming plum blossoms, but she felt no pain at all.
Her burgundy silk nightgown was now somewhat disheveled, its neckline wide open, the thin belt loosely tied around her waist as if it might slip off at any moment. With each anxious step, the hem of the nightgown billowed, revealing her long, straight, dazzlingly white thighs. Above, the silk fabric clung tightly to the curves of her voluptuous hips, swaying with each step in a breathtakingly sensual way.
Her two heavy, soft breasts heaved violently with her rapid breathing, most of her snow-white mounds bulging out, the deep cleavage glistening with fine beads of sweat that slid down her smooth, white skin and disappeared into the alluring depths. Her hair was disheveled, and her once exquisite and charming face was now completely smudged, her eyeliner blurred, making her look like a female ghost who had just escaped from an asylum.
"Bang!"
Zhao Xiaohui grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it against the opposite wall. The red wine dripped down the wallpaper like blood.
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
She screamed hysterically, her voice sharp and piercing.
Just ten minutes ago, she received a message from the detention center. The lawyer relayed that Zhao Ruilong was going crazy inside, being subjected to "special treatment" every day, and had already wet his pants several times. Zhao Ruilong's exact words were: "Sister, save me! No matter how much money it costs, no matter what method you use, kill that guy surnamed Qi! If I kill him, I can get out!"
Besides news about Zhao Ruilong, there was another piece of devastating news that made her even more desperate.
The fat manager of Blue Ocean Culture Media was as soft as a noodle; he spilled everything within two hours of being detained. He even revealed where the USB tokens for those few transfer records were hidden. Now, the city's Economic Crime Investigation Division is investigating all of Shanshui Group's accounts. Once verified, it won't just be a matter of jail time; it'll be a matter of losing your head.
Zhao Xiaohui slumped onto the sofa, clutching her hair with both hands.
Conventional methods are no longer effective. The propaganda war has been lost, Gao Yuliang has gone silent in official circles, and even her father, who hasn't retired yet, called her on the phone, scolding her for being stupid and telling her to quickly find a way to distance herself from the situation.
How can I distance myself from this?
That's her own brother! That's the root of the Zhao family!
"Qi Tongwei..." Zhao Xiaohui gritted her teeth, squeezing out these three words, her eyes filled with such venom that it seemed she wanted to burn a hole in the air. "You forced me to this. Since you won't give me a way out, then we'll die together."
With trembling hands, she pulled the black cell phone she used specifically for contacting her "dirty workers" from a crack in the sofa. The phone had no contacts, only a number stored on the SIM card. That number was very long, and the area code indicated it belonged to a Southeast Asian country.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her still trembling hands, and then pressed the call button.
"Beep—beep—beep—"
Each beep was like a drumbeat striking her heart.
Finally, the call went through.
No one spoke from the other end; only a strange sound came from there.
"Shh...shh...shh..."
That's the sound of metal scraping against stone. Someone is sharpening a knife.
The sound was slow and rhythmic, and when it came through the receiver, it sent chills down your spine, as if a knife was rubbing against your neck.
Zhao Xiaohui couldn't help but shiver. Her robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing her rounded, fair shoulders and half of her beautiful back, but she didn't bother to pull it back up. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Feed?"
The sound of sharpening knives over there stopped.
A male voice, as if there was grit stuck in his throat, rang out. It was Chinese, but with a heavy border accent, harsh and cold: "Who?"
"I am Zhao Xiaohui."
"Oh." The response on the other end was as indifferent as if listening to a weather forecast. "Anyone but a cop is fine. Do you understand the rules?"
"I understand." Zhao Xiaohui swallowed, her throat terribly dry. "I need to pay the bill."
"Who should we buy?"
"Qi Tongwei, Director of the Public Security Bureau of Jingzhou City, Handong Province."
There was a silence of about five seconds on the other end of the phone.
Then came a sneer: "Big business, huh? That's a tough one. He used to have a nickname on the border: Lone Wolf. This deal is a bit hot to handle."
"You don't dare to answer?" Zhao Xiaohui was enraged by the other party's contemptuous attitude, and her voice rose several octaves.
"There's no job I wouldn't take, only prices I can't afford." The voice remained languid, and the sound of sharpening a knife could even be heard again, "Shh...shh...shh..."
"Fifty million," Zhao Xiaohui announced a number.
"RMB?" The other person laughed. "Boss Zhao, you're underestimating Lone Wolf's brain. If it's RMB, try getting a few street thugs to survive three seconds in his hands."
Zhao Xiaohui gritted her teeth, a crazed ruthlessness flashing in her peach blossom eyes: "US dollars! Fifty million US dollars! I want one of his hands, or his life! No matter what, I want him to disappear from this world forever!"
Fifty million US dollars. That's almost all the liquid funds she can currently access. But if this money can buy Qi Tongwei's life, it's worth it.
The sound of sharpening knives on the other end of the phone stopped again.
"make a deal."
The voice finally showed a hint of interest, "Pay half the deposit first, you know the account. You'll see the results within three days."
"I need it fast! The faster the better!" Zhao Xiaohui shouted into the microphone.
"Don't try to teach me anything." The voice on the other end turned cold. "Three days, just three days."
"Click." The call ended.
Zhao Xiaohui gripped the scalding phone, panting heavily. She felt all her strength drain away, and collapsed limply onto the sofa.
She glanced down at herself. Her robe was completely open, revealing a perfect body that could drive any man mad. Her fair skin gleamed like ivory under the light, and her full breasts trembled slightly with her breath.
But now, the owner of this body is like a gambler who has lost everything, with only two ghostly flames still burning in his eyes.
"Qi Tongwei..." she laughed maniacally, her fingers gripping the sofa cushions, her nails digging deep into her flesh. "Let's see how you die this time! No matter how skilled you are, can you outrun a bullet?"
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